The tragedy of Material Culture

Tragedy of material culture: In the 1500s it would have been possible to read all books in existence...or at least the ones worth reading. Nowadays, you know there are things out there that YOU should be read, YOU should be watch, YOU should be listening to, but will NEVER be able to.

Home.

Earth, North America, California, Southern California, San Fernando Valley.

This is home.

Sometimes I wonder have I overstayed my welcome?  Maybe the grass is greener... well.. maybe...

Thoughts become Destiny.

“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your DESTINY.”

Coffee

In my last trip to the Philippines, I discovered San Mig 3 in 1 Coffee. Quite a brilliant concept. It is coffee, creamer, sugar in a satchet. All there! And perfectly made everytime!
By no means am I a coffee snob. Although I do own a fancy coffee maker, I am not one to brew coffee for just myself.
The temperature outside has dipped below the 40 degree mark on certain mornings... I usually have juice with breakfast... but since I have been back to the Philippines, I have been drinking more of this  San Mig Coffee.
A friend even sent me his favorite Kopiko from Indonesia...  I even tried the various other flavors they had. Strong, Mild, etc. But I like Original best.
The problem is, I seem to experience Shortness of Breath. I maybe false attributing it to the coffee but I never had this problem before I started drinking it.
One more thing I have to worry about.

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Ugh I must be bored.

1.  What was the first thing that came to mind after waking up on new year's day?

This better be better than last year.

2.  What does new year mean to you?

It means a new beginning. A new leaf. Another chance at being great.


3.  What does your horoscope say on new year's day?

Who cares!


4.  What is your favorite inspirational quote for new year's?

An optimist stays up to see the New Year in. A pessimist waits to make sure the old one leaves. 
(I stayed up to make sure it left.)

5.  Three things you'd like to accomplish in 2011.

Be happier. Be more productive. Write more. Travel more. Learn a new skill.

6.  What are you looking forward to in 2011?

More money hahahaha. 

I guess more money means more of everything.

More of whatever money can not buy.

More of whatever I can not afford.

I am kidding of course.. I just don't wanna answer this cheesy crap.

7.  Fashion style or trends you'd like to see in 2011?

Ummm no more fedoras please..oh yeah and no more Uggs. No muffin tops wearing "sexy" clothing (that's and oxymoron. muffin top:sexy)

8.  Your travel plans for 2011.

Hope to go back to Boracay. Thailand? Europe? I would be happy if just one of those comes to fruition.

9.  What would you do differently this year?

I will change whatever I have to in order to make it a GREAT year! (sure)

10.  A photo of yourself in 2011 (solo or with other people, things you love, etc.)

Well...you want a photo? This is the only thing I could find that has been taken in 2011.

Blanket was a gift from James Jonson.  Well-used in this nippy weather. Thanks James!


Your turn! Answer and post in comments...

Damn Bush.

Sorry. I just had to blame somebody for the economy. And yeah I blame George W.

Heart on your shoulder.

I guess part of having a blog is opening yourself to other people...sometimes even strangers.

Funny coz I read other blogs and wonder how much of the crap I read is really true?

Is their life really THAT exciting and fun?

I sometimes cringe that I have a blog. I am not very good at censoring myself...or making good mature decisions.

That pic that I picked for example. I have gotten feedback that it is NOT appropriate.

But I thought it depicted the theme of the blog... the me that people do not know.

I bet half of the people I interact with on a regular basis had no idea I had a tat.

I actually have won money in bets with people who said that there is no way I have a tattoo.

Oh well, I will probably give in.

Or not.