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…actually, EVRYONE’S time will be up sooner or later.

I think it’s just fitting that one of my last posts here was my grandfather’s death. It signals the end of an old era. An era where hardwork and determination will definitely put you on the top of whatever you chose to be. However, these days the smarter ones get to be ahead. It might be a damn shame sometimes but that’s how the world works. It’s time to move on to something better–more exciting!

I have my own domain now: http://taorist.com 

The Accidental Taorist News Headline!!!!

Watch this site in a few days for a very important news coverage regarding our hero…the accidental taorist.

Aliens Read Me

Got this in the mail today: 

taorist taorist,

Congratulations! Blog in Space.com has crowned your blog with the title of “Most Likely To Be Contacted” for its outstanding ability to potentially provoke alien responses back to Planet Earth. This means your blog will be featured on the homepage of BloginSpace.com on April 26, 2006 complete with a screenshot and a link to your site. Visit http://www.bloginspace.com/mostlikelytobecontacted_pickup.php?email=antipathico@gmail.com to receive your badge and notify your friends so they can check it out for themselves!

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Friendly Green Wishes,

-The Blog in Space Team
 
Yaaay!!!! 

Death of a Part-time Actor/Carpenter

My girl and I were walking towards the bus stop the other night, when the news broke.

My grandfather died.

I suffered a horrendous headache, after receiving the SMS from my mother. It was probably from the shock of it all. I never TRULY expected that he’d die, because I thought he was still too strong to let go of this world.

He was a man of many things. He was a carpenter. He likes building and making things. I remember him making our cabinets. After varnishing the wood, he would place kiddie stickers on it. It was like his own little trademark. When I see those kiddie stickers, I would remember the smile he had–proud of his handiwork, knowing that we would be happy receiving them as gifts. We still use those cabinets to this day.

I also remember him telling this humorous story about his experience working for the film industry. He was an extra in a war movie. He played a Japanese soldier, fighting the Filipino rebels in Manila. When he got shot by one of the leading men, he would fall down and do the “spasm” dance. Once out of camera range, he would stand up and fight the same guy again. Thus, the Japanese army was born out of four men. They didn’t need no CGI then! LOLZ!!

He died young (70). But he left a lot of things behind as a testament to his contributions. He left my mother, my brother and I. In May, my daughter will be one of his contributions as well. Thanks Grandpa. 

Jung and The Dog Who Bled Stars

February 26, 2006, must be around midnight.

I’ve been devouring a book lately.

It’s C. Jung’s autobio, “Memories, Dreams, Refelctions.” I have to admit that this has moved me. The “Early Years” and “School Years” are a “things to come” sort of thing.

It has brought to mind an old dream of mine. It has been burned into my mind somehow. It has never left me. I dreamed it 25 years ago.

The Dog Who Bled Stars. (more…)

A Month Later…

I stopped blogging for a month.

I just wanted to know if I’ll be able to make it without blogging. The answer was pretty much clear.

Yes.

Although, I was writing in my journals quite a lot (hmm…future blog posts).

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I was involved in a quick stint as a problogger. I have to admit that it was pretty hard. One lesson I learned:

HAVE YOUR OWN PC/Mac

Yes, I don’t own a computer, I do all my blogging at the office. Yeah, me bad. Naughty even. Heh.

The problem with what happened was that I needed to do my researching and work at the same time. I find it hard to do with my boss breathing down my back all the time. Although, I wanted to TRULY blog for them, I had to stop. I didn’t want to get fired yet.

I’m sorry.

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Things have been changing around me lately as well.

I’m a Training Specialist now. That means, the load is a bit lighter. Unlike the old times where I do the recruiting, 201 File/updating/managing, AND training. I don’t know how this will affect my blogging though.

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Fuck, I miss blogging.

I missed all my blog friends as well. I still comment on some of them, but not as much as I used to.

I’m thinking of getting my own domain.

http://www.theaccidentaltaorist.com

ahh….like the sound of that one!

Yeah! I’m planning to use wordpress on that one as well. Just need a little more dough to go for it. I’m choosing host sites as of the moment. This will be my last (and most expensive) jump.

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I’m glad that even though a month has passed. People still come by to see my blog. I really am touched. 

Heavy Metal Fred 

J. Angelo

Caz

Althene

Thanks guys! 

Get Rich Or Try Bloggin’

Yep.

I”m trying my hand on part time blogging.

I’m not sure if I can announce what blog I’ll be posting on, but it’s right up my alley. It ain’t much but it’s a pretty good start. I’ll slowly ease out of my HR Job and probably, within the year, do this full-time.

How will this affect my posting here? I’ll still be posting twice a week. This blog is a personal project and I through it, found great friends.

If you want to try your hand at this thing go here. He was the one who introduced me to problogging.

Remember, this ain’t for the faint hearted. Mo’ blogs, mo’ money, mo’ problems.

I Am An Old Black Man

February 25, 2006, around 12:30 PM I dreamt.

I am an old black man named Ahab. I have grey to white hair and a moustache as well. I appeared like I was on TV. There is an old second story house behind me. The second floor window is open.

I am asking someone to put an important piece of machinery on the second floor. He was going to use a yellow crane. The crane and the man did not appear but was out of the camera shot.

Now, I’m not sure if I was Ahab, but it seemed that this was connected to a TV show I saw the other day. It was about Neville’s Moby Dick. Ahab was an old man fighting against God/Fate. I felt that the captain and I were the same.

But why was I black? Maybe because Moby Dick was white? 

Doppleganger of An Old Flame

Like everyone in the freaking blogosphere, I tried out WP.com and got jaded. After all the media hype, it was just a shadow of the greatest blog service ever–the big sister–wordpress.org (sorry i.ph).

Anyway…

Decided to give it ago again and found out that there were some new features added. Like global tagging, new themes, and the excellent (Pssst!!! i.ph listen to this one) widgets! Yeah! You can arrange the whole side bar! What’s on the top, middle, and below. Cool, eh?

I also found out I can upload my old blogger account (posts, comments, and all) to the wordpress one! It was like facing an old me. That’s the cool thing about writing journals–you get to see where you came from. Have you tried reading anything you did 3 years ago? There were times, I would cringe at my typos and stuff! Funny and depressing things in that ‘ol blogger account. Well, now it’s all the wordpress one.

Still, it’s not enough for me… I’m still sticking to this one.

i.ph still rocks over wp.com.

My Father, the Passive Killer

He might as well stuck a poison dart right in between the eyes of his dying sister.

He used to have a sister. She was the most intelligent one in the family. I used to look up to her because she would devour these crossword puzzles like I go through junkfood. Eloquent writer and speaker. She can bitch it out good as well. She had Diabetes. After reaching forty, she suddenly had complications. She was going blind, her health was failing drastically. She was in pain everytime she breathed. The stout stature she once had, has now been turned into a skelital display of her former self. She was sick. Very sick.

She landed in the public hospital. It was a place where more people left in body bags rather than walking out alive. The air inside was full of anguish and hurt. It’ll cost the family a small fortune just for her to survive another day.

My father then decided to let her die. (more…)

Back From Hell

I’m back, boys and girls. Here, to unleash more expletives than your pissed off seargant will ever do.

Okay, enough of the hype and on to other matters such as: (more…)

MIssing In Action

Due to insistent public demand, I won’t be posting for a week. I need to take care of some matters, take over a planet, and attend training and stuff.

So while I’m out you guys can dance over my temporary grave.

Some Quick and Easy Steps to Disassemble Yourself for the Better Last Part

Don’t believe a word I write.

“If you see Buddha on the Road, kill him.”

I’m not here to save the world. I didn’t come here to die for everyone’s sins. I just represent a part of the collective consciousness in the blogosphere.

Make your own path. The old, trodden paths maybe mixed with the present to make it a new road! No one can honestly say that the past was better than the present and vice versa. The future is borne from the marriage of both. Still, this is your road, not mine.

I just hope we both get to where we’re going.

Dreaming of a Geek Tragedy

I wished for a tragic life. One full of illegal pleasures. Drugs, alcohol, and fucking around. Cigs never even crossed my mind because it was too common. A legal killer. Ganja was just stronger cigs.

Metamphetamine. Speed. Downers. Uppers. Fuck, I wanted to go through the whole gamut until I ended up in the freaking nuthouse. I wanted to drink myself until my liver gave way. Let alcohol run through my veins. Fucking and screwing 2 to 5 girls at once. Domintrix and slave. The Jesus & Mary Chain lifestyle.

Okay, why the hell would I want such a shitty life? One where I would end up either in jail or a morgue? I wanted to suffer. I believed that to find enlightenment, I had to go through hell first. Go through fire. Get burned. Come out motherfucking golden. To most, it sounded stupid, but for me–it was my creed. (more…)

Some Quick and Easy Steps to Disassemble Yourself for the Better Part 3

What the hell are you doing here?

You must’ve asked this question quite a lot of times all ready. The answer? You get nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. “Give it up,” as Kafka said. The answer will appear if you ask the right question.

Yup, most of us got it all wrong. Why must we continually ask our family/president/world/God/the universe/fate what our role in this world is? As Frankl put it,

“Ultimately man should not ask what the meaning of life is, but rather must recognize that it is HE who is asked. In a word, eaach man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.”

Execute the plan.

Stop whining, get off your ass, and do SOMETHING positive for someone else. Open a door for somebody. Share a freaking seat. Get the fuck up and GIVE your seat. Smile! Do something for someone who can’t pay you back.

Give back to the freaking universe for crissakes. Enough of the “What’s In It For Me” syndrome. That’s a paradigm on it’s last knees. Things are about to change.

Maintain yourself. Don’t fall off the wagan, idiot! It’ll be twice as hard to get back up with each fall. Continue with your “good” works.

Some Quick and Easy Steps to Disassemble Yourself for the Better Part 2

Find the good things about yourself.

You’re not ALL bad. Even Lucifer was an angel once. Accept that part of you as well. What good things have you done for others lately? For yourself? Write them down. Put them in a list. Do this everyday.

Some of you may be wondering why I placed this in the middle and not at the top. Because thisone is easier to swallow. Always get on with the hard stuff first, then the easier ones will be a sinch.

Accept the saint and the sinner.

Yeah, you’re both. Stupid.

Armed with this knowledge, and hopefully a new found attitude about yourself, your next step is to do something about it.

Some Quick and Easy Steps to Disassemble Yourself for the Better Part 1

See yourself for the scum that you are.

Take a big look at yourself on the mirror, then turn off the lights. The image reflected is pretty much useless. What you see there is an illusion. You won’t be needing your eyes for this one anyway.

Accept that you have your faults and hypocrises.

Write them all down. There’s no such thing as an underdog. There never truly was. 

Bloggers and Liars

When you lie, you fry.

As writers/bloggers do we have the freedom to lie to our readers? I mean, there’s no way in hell they’re going to know whether we’re telling the truth or not, right? Fuck ‘em.

Yes, we can lie to our readers. Sheesh, heck, we can even lie to OURSELVES.  You know you’re screwing with people’s hopes and minds. Making them feel that someone ACTUALLY understands and relates with what they’ve gone through. But deep down inside you know you’re a rotten son of a bitch. Even a dense motherfucker knows THAT.

Blogging/writing the truth feels great, especially if you get quite a lot of comments. It’s like your life is validated as “interesting”. LOLZ! It somehow boosts your ego that they connect with you. Fuck! That’s a high of Freudian design!

Although the choice is yours. When the shit hits the proverbial fan, you’ll be the first one with a mouthful of it. tag: blogging, lying

Narcissism Post

Yeah! FINALLY was able to put up the “ABOUT ME” stuff. Maybe you’d like to take a small peek?

Yeah, I know it’s self serving but hey…!!! 

Taorist’s Happy Weekend Post

Hey Ho! I just took this cool test and what I’d get?
 

If I could only magically make myself as cool loooking as this. 

Thanks to Heavy Metal Fred!