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February 26, 2005
Philosophy of Life 3: Treasure, Heart & Happiness
A friend of mine is leaving, and I found out that she has some interesting viewpoints about life somehow influenced by the Alchemist book and as she says experienced in practice....
Everybody, as soon is born, has a treasure in life and happiness resides in finding that treasure. You should listen to your heart and it will tell you what it is. The heart will try to tell you about it, but if you don't listen, gradually it will not bother telling you anymore. You should look, listen and try, it's hard, but possible. You should put light out there and light will come to you. Once you learn to listen to your heart, you will find peace and happiness. You will hear the universe and you will get a new vision of everything. You will feel the energy and matters become simpler....
Some people are afraid of this world, but if they find their treasure, then they will learn that even their sadness becomes tolerable and will be a tool towards reaching their goals. And everything will be in harmony (somehow this reminds me of the "What A Wonderful World" song, sung by Louis Armstrong. At some point the lyric goes like this: "I see friends shaking hands, saying "How do you do ?", they're really saying, "I love you"").
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February 16, 2005
Diaries of Nobody 3: Arash Diesel
Wed. Feb 16: I'm stuck in an island in the Carribean ocean near Italy. Sharks are swimming around me, waiting for the sea to rise at sunrise to come and eat me. So, as my last hope, I've decided to post the biography of my friend Arash.
Arash is my friend. Arash is a guy. Arash was born deep into the jungles of Himalaya in a rainy day in summer. When he was born, his mom wanted to name him Johnny in honor of the infamous african poet Zapata, but then she misspelled it and so he got the name Arash. When Arash was born, he was wearing Diesel sneakers and tanktop, and the nurses nicknamed him Diesel. Right after he was born, his mom dropped him on a hard piece of rock, by accident, and his penis broke. So he decided to become a priest. Thanks to his mom, who was quite well-known among the church people, he got into a church close by. But since he always blamed God for his penislessness, as his mom had [deliberately] changed the truth behind this mental handicap, the church rejected him after a while. And so he became an artist.
He used to paint black computers white and sell them to a company called "Computers for Black People". But after the Ruhanda massacre, the company was bankrupted and he had to find a new job. Being an artist was not an option anymore since paint price was increasing high, so he became a computer scientist. His experience in painting black computers white, helped him in getting a job at a well-known university in Canada. During this period, he overcame his fear of black sheep by developing a program to help people overcome their fear of black sheep. But his interest in finding a hobby for himself, caused him to take diving lessons. It was during one of the practice sessions that he broke the world record by going 2 kilometers (or as some say 61 kilometers) deep into a pool and comming back completely alive.
After this incident, his IQ dropped from 85 to 4.5 and computer science was not an option anymore. So he transferred to the biology department, where he is still working as a live corpse and helping to expand borders of science. He still wears his Diesel sneakers, but he has replaced his Diesel tanktop with Diesel vitamines which he takes regulary everyday to stay healthy and keen.
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February 06, 2005
Diaries of Mr KK 1
Diaries of Mr KK are true stories happened to a friend of mine. For the meaning of KK please refer to Shervin's Dictionary of Abbreviations, 2004. Here's the first episode....
"One Tuesday, after school, I was quite bored and decided to go to Seatle. So I went to Seatle on Wednesday ! After fooling around a bit, I bought a bottle of Jack Daniels and a 12 pack of beer. On the way back to Vancouver, at the border, the custom lady told me that I could only bring one liquor item, and I had to choose between Mr Jack and the beer. Tough decision. So I drove back and stopped about a hundred meters away and after thinking a bit, I decided to drink the beer. So I finished the 12 pack in half an hour and drove back. This time, the lady couldn't say anything; I only had one liquor item with me. She could only say "please don't drink and drive". Well, good advice I guess....
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