Last night I was sitting down typing for the sake of blogging in my jammies while watching Iron chef. Talk about deja vu happening approximately a year after.
A lot of changes in that show, by the way. First, they replaced Iron Chef Rokusaburo Michiba for some younger fart whose name I can't really remember (By the way, for the rest of youse Iron Chef Italian rules. There's a small orchestra accompanying him in his own hydraulic chef lift). Second, the chairman doesn't give a small commentary on the theme ingredient on how to enjoy it the most. Sad.
I would have added a lot more to this article; but unfortunately, I fell asleep before even finishing it. Pity that I even felt that familiar blogging itch too that night.
Huh. He said "itch". Huh. Huh.
Well, I've done too much rehashing, too much damage to this one. On to the next.
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Howdy Doody. Looks like it's officially my last day here in the country formerly known (and also currently known) as the US of A. I have at least 32 hours left on terra firma before I start to jump that puddle. Sorry. Catch Me If You Can was very informative.
I have to admit that this is definitely a beautiful way to kick it off. By 'this' I mean being swaddled with warm clothes outside sitting on the porch of your Aunt's humble (yet admittedly semi-ghetto) home facing the lights of enough buildings to adequately project the view of downtown L.A. on a pleasantly cold midnight with a cup of tea and your laptop currently playing Incognito.
Yeah, I'm happy. I've been happy so far for this year. It's been nothing but a myriad of new things to do with new stuff, and I'm surprised that I'm still excited regardless of the work I have to get back to when I get home. I guess those Hold-on-for-Decembers I've been mutterng under my breath for countless times last year between August and December, in and out of work, have paid off, and I have to give the ultimate credit to God for making it happen.
So far, so much has been attained, and so much has been done (Hooters! WHEEEE!). So much smiles have surfaced, and so much sighs of satisfaction have been made. However, in that little amount of time so much has been left for regret as well. Lots of other places left for next time. Lots of things that could have been mine yet left due to the lack of one or two things, the most painful one being the Calvin and Hobbes Hardcover collection which was so fucking huge it couldn't be taken home in a practical manner. Lots of things could have been done yet were left alone in lieu of other selfish priorities. Downloading stuff off the net was fun, but I'm guessing I could have had a bigger blast out of my time with other people or things that matter more.
The bottom line is there was too much to do, to get, and to go to, yet in my mind I feel I maximized it - hell, the whole family did - enough to be very happy.
It's common for me to say I'm feeling so-so, same old same old. It's uncommon for me to say I'm happy. And it'll take 5 billion dollars, the French Guyana and my own group of private hot hot hot female bathers to make me VERY happy.
I was kidding about the VERY happy part. But if the Sultan of Brunei happens to be reading this, I wouldn't mind not having the French Guyana.
...Easter Island will do.
...Your Majesty.
Gradius comes to mind. No more emulators for me.
Speaking of wishful thinking, for some reason I've been imagining, and in relation hoping, that the flight I have alone from LA to Narita will be a very beautiful one. I'm feeling the same excitement that I would probably have before bungee jumping; I just hope that I won't miss that opportune moment, be it a split second or longer, that would either make it an event to distinctly remember for the rest of my life with a big sigh and either a bigger smile or another flashback wherein you'd have to do something drastic to get it out of your head.
Currently this trip will definitely be looked back upon as a beautiful memory complete with sighs and smiles and spontaneous smirks, God-willing with family at points. And while I'm in this state of explicitly being VERY happy, I'd like to declare my delayed New Year's resolution: To have more balls to seize the carp.
Usually I'd chicken out of jumping to grab that juicy piece or meat, money, or ass, since I'd be thinking more about my own. Usually I'd imagine consequences, the variety of which ultimately leading to a fall to a pit full of pain, horror, the Vengaboys, Dice and K-9, and whoever the fuck sang the 'Cheeky Girls' song. I recently realized that roughly half of that bad memories that keep coming to mind are consequences due to no action taken. Logically speaking, if I take more jumps to grab that juicy piece of meat, money or ass my rate of attaining any more bad memories in the future will be halved at most.
Yeah. This will probably mean you'll be listening to the Vengaboys a lot more than you used to.
Sure it will. But I'm sure I'll be enduring them for a reason. Some very special people have proven directly or indirectly that in their own attempts in jumping and falling, they found themselves snagged not in the tunes of the Vengaboys, but in what seemed to be a reliable safety net also known as God. Some of the more blessed mentioned that they were soon back up on the top ready to jump with some added precautions.
THAT'S the link between faith and reason. They join to create a balance. Faith provides hope where reason predicts failure. Therefore it's possible that I'd be listening to the Vengaboys more...
But if a man recognizes that God has a purpose for every event that happens in his life he will not come crashing down no matter how hard the winds of change blow.
The Scorpions come to mind. Har har.
Moving on, I guess it is natural to react differently to every event that happens. After all, it's how we are. Yet the key is taking control, backed up with the definite fact that God made things happen to you for an equally definite and equally beneficial reason.
Personally my problem is the duration it takes for me to take control. Balls can only prod me to jump. Faith, on the other hand, can also get me back up quicker. So let me rephrase my delayed New Year's Resolution: To have more faith to seize the carp, and consequently to have more patience in enduring Itsumo while counting on God to sort things out.
I don't know if my reaction to diversity would be the same every time, but I definitely react to Dice and K-9 with absolute hatred. That's one hard fact for me personally to swallow: Hatred is extra baggage. I'll be hitting two birds with one stone with that resolution.
Argh, let me edit that once more. My delayed New Year's Resolution would be To have more faith. Period.
See, falling after a failed risk is only one of the many possible resultants to the firsts of this year. Every decision I make has its own juicy pieces of meat, money or ass, and also their own pitfalls to awful music. But if God is in every decision then it's either you get the juicy piece of meat, money or ass, or you're scooped up and given another choice.
Many people say God is Love. I say God is Hope. And I hope that you make Him yours too. I may not be the epitome of that which I preach, but God's getting me there. It's a hard yet beautiful path to take.