The realm of freedom also contains the freedom to limit.
For freedom to be real in the physical world, there must be limits to give it shape.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Thought #6.
All that is taken for granted is lost. It's as good as not having what's taken for granted.
Thought #1.
Feelings are not mine, thoughts are not mine.
To feel is mine and to think is mine.
Just like breathing.
I breathe, the air is not mine.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
An arbitary realization...
"When give and take exists between two entities, not because of obligations, but only by the virtue of and as a result of the happiness of the two entities by the give and take, will a truly life-giving and beautiful relationship exist"
-Me
-Me
Sunday, March 16, 2008
A stray realization.
"They say they have a need for speed,(they even brought out a game), but how blind they are to the fact that purpose is greater than need. From now , I believe the purpose is speed..."
- Me,(when the bike rules my thoughts)
- Me,(when the bike rules my thoughts)
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Preach 10
"Unlike pleasure, pain can never be deceiving, and tends to be more impressionable than any other feeling know to life forms"
-Someone
-Me
-Someone
-Me
Preach 9
Lessons on gratitude:
Countless human hearts are broken even as you read this, its not necessary that love is always reciprocated and this leads to unexplainable suffering. You may complain that God doesn't care for you and blame Him for everything that happens.
Have you ever thought how many times you've broken His heart?? How many countless million times we've taken Him for granted and broken His heart??
For all the believers and non-believers, God loves us all. But what if you never ever reciprocate that? How many times have you been thankful from the bottom of you heart for everything you have?
Love God, yourself and rediscover life...
-Mudde (with public interest in mind)
Countless human hearts are broken even as you read this, its not necessary that love is always reciprocated and this leads to unexplainable suffering. You may complain that God doesn't care for you and blame Him for everything that happens.
Have you ever thought how many times you've broken His heart?? How many countless million times we've taken Him for granted and broken His heart??
For all the believers and non-believers, God loves us all. But what if you never ever reciprocate that? How many times have you been thankful from the bottom of you heart for everything you have?
Love God, yourself and rediscover life...
-Mudde (with public interest in mind)
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Preach 7
"El fin justifica los medios"
("The aim justifies the means”)
-Someone
-Me,at nothing in particular.
("The aim justifies the means”)
-Someone
-Me,at nothing in particular.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Preach 6
"To control, first surrender"
-Someone (I'm compelled to put this every damn time,'cos some dumbfuck would've already said it and I take pride in giving credit to deserving things,though I've realized a thing or two on my own. Sigh! The things I've to do for being born a tad late in the history of humankind!)
-Me, after a bit of biking.
-Someone (I'm compelled to put this every damn time,'cos some dumbfuck would've already said it and I take pride in giving credit to deserving things,though I've realized a thing or two on my own. Sigh! The things I've to do for being born a tad late in the history of humankind!)
-Me, after a bit of biking.
Preach 3
"Talk is dirt cheap,(read blogs also)for the supply is way more than demand"
- Someone
- Me,after late realization (Implementation still pending)
- Someone
- Me,after late realization (Implementation still pending)
Friday, February 29, 2008
Blog Things 4
Your Birthdate: July 3 |
You are more than a big ball of energy - you are a big ball of hyper. You are always on the go, but you don't have a type a personality. Instead of channeling your energy into work, you instead go for fun and adventure. Witty and verbal, you can have an interesting conversation with anyone. Your strength: Your larger than life imagination Your weakness: You tend to be pretty scattered Your power color: Lime Your power symbol: Lightening bolt Your power month: March |
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Blah 3
This "blah-series" post is completely and solely dedicated to the one and only _Mudde_ (read the owner of this blog) and his improved talents in cracking PJs* (read Pro-thetic Jokes).
Untill recently, the talent was undernourished and uncared for (it still isn't cared for anyway, but what the heck), all thanks to insomnia. But today was the day of revival, the day of a new dawn in the history of my sleeping under-rated talent.
Here is a first person account of the event which clearly marked the dawn. The Mother of _mudde_ was complaining about this noise which was created by a particular window everytime it was closed or opened to The Father. In what looked like an attempt, of course a futile one, to save The Father from having to think about a solution to the issue put forth by The Mother, _mudde_ asks The Mother to take The Father's Motor Scooter to the nearest photocopy place and get a photocopy of the silencer of the motor scooter and stick it to the above mentioned window so as to reduce the noise created. (Applause!!) The Mother, evidently confused with this innovative idea of mine, asks me what was wrong with The Maiden's silencer. (read _mudde_'s motorcycle) And I, with no apparent delay, replied with full enthusiasm that I would very generously let her take my bike as well for the photocopy of its silencer. She dint understand a word (See!! this marked the strong come back of the dormant talent!) and continued with her work, indifference oozing in torrents.
Well, you all must be exhausted emotionally by now, reading the thrilling first-person account of the exciting comeback of my PJ talent!! All applause gracefully accepted!
A word of caution though: Beware you all for the lord of PJ as risen for the dormant abyss of the depths of gray cells and you'll be haunted till the end of eternity and will be made the pathetic butt of my jokes... oops i meant butt of my pathetic jokes...
Disclaimer: I'm not responsible for anyone committing suicide after reading this post and no PJ shall be taken back. Period.
* A PJ is the essence of the creativity of the great mind (read _mudde_'s mind) which has been deprived of a stable platform and opportunities by the society for a secure and complete expression of ones frustrations and complaints about the shortcomings of the governing body of the brain... (whew! Thank God that ended...) Whatever that meant... It was essential to qualify this blog for the prestigious "blah-series"... So long...
Untill recently, the talent was undernourished and uncared for (it still isn't cared for anyway, but what the heck), all thanks to insomnia. But today was the day of revival, the day of a new dawn in the history of my sleeping under-rated talent.
Here is a first person account of the event which clearly marked the dawn. The Mother of _mudde_ was complaining about this noise which was created by a particular window everytime it was closed or opened to The Father. In what looked like an attempt, of course a futile one, to save The Father from having to think about a solution to the issue put forth by The Mother, _mudde_ asks The Mother to take The Father's Motor Scooter to the nearest photocopy place and get a photocopy of the silencer of the motor scooter and stick it to the above mentioned window so as to reduce the noise created. (Applause!!) The Mother, evidently confused with this innovative idea of mine, asks me what was wrong with The Maiden's silencer. (read _mudde_'s motorcycle) And I, with no apparent delay, replied with full enthusiasm that I would very generously let her take my bike as well for the photocopy of its silencer. She dint understand a word (See!! this marked the strong come back of the dormant talent!) and continued with her work, indifference oozing in torrents.
Well, you all must be exhausted emotionally by now, reading the thrilling first-person account of the exciting comeback of my PJ talent!! All applause gracefully accepted!
A word of caution though: Beware you all for the lord of PJ as risen for the dormant abyss of the depths of gray cells and you'll be haunted till the end of eternity and will be made the pathetic butt of my jokes... oops i meant butt of my pathetic jokes...
Disclaimer: I'm not responsible for anyone committing suicide after reading this post and no PJ shall be taken back. Period.
* A PJ is the essence of the creativity of the great mind (read _mudde_'s mind) which has been deprived of a stable platform and opportunities by the society for a secure and complete expression of ones frustrations and complaints about the shortcomings of the governing body of the brain... (whew! Thank God that ended...) Whatever that meant... It was essential to qualify this blog for the prestigious "blah-series"... So long...
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