Good morning, Cubao!

Two important things scheduled today that will temporarily take me away from knitting.

There are two causes of excellence:

First, when people believe in your talent and it is your duty to develop it.

Second, when people do NOT believe in your talent, and you are challenged to persevere and prove them wrong.

Good night, Cubao!

Knitting in bed.

Rain, wash the dust off the trees
Wind, brush their hair
Dead leaves, fall like sad moments
Feed the earth while you rot
So that new trees can grow again

T. coming tomorrow morning, and I'm quite eager to see him!

She rides the Sky Dragon above the clouds and waves at me.

The heavens are kindly watering my plants.

I have a rondalla threshold. There are times when I long to hear one, though. It is the music of babbling brooks and streams, of leaves fluttering in the breeze.

Religious Studies is not and never should be Christianity Studies. It is a course that requires the in-depth study of all major and minor religions, and it is the duty of every R.S. major to do exactly that.

God created many religions because men strive to monopolize everything, and one of the worst monopolies of all is monopoly of religion.

When religions go to war, God allows it also. It is a way of keeping things in check.

I always take the words of religious leaders with many grains of salt, because they are biased participants in the race for monopoly.

Listening to a rondalla CD. Possible background for a lunch party.

Take a map and connect the dots.

Good morning, Cubao!

The dawn was pleasantly cool.

Good night, Cubao!

Re-reading a goddess book in bed. Now that I really am at leisure, I am re-reading it slowly and discovering new meanings in many paragraphs.

Consulted the Oracle of Kung Ming this afternoon.

Eepaa Heyi!

Owner of the place of worship!

Third and last visitor accounted for.

After I gave my alumnus presentation to a graduate school reunion last year, the dean, possibly vexed by the new things I shared, kept asking me what I learned from my studies in school.

I wanted to tell him that, after one graduates from school, one continues learning, and that new learning is always in combination with old learning, so that old learning is never the same.

But, of course, I didn't say that. I said something conservative to pacify him.

A cup of grape wine.

Knitting like there's no tomorrow.

Now listening to Drive-By Leslie. I have no idea who gave it to me. I also have no idea why people keep giving me jazz CDs. It must be one of my karmic punishments.

Another karmic punishment I recall is, whenever I was a newcomer in graduate school or office groups, people kept recruiting me to play basketball, a game I have totally no comprehension of.

It is better to be the person paying for someone's hospitalization than be the person who is being hospitalized.

It is better to be the person shelling out money for someone's funeral than be the person who died or that person's immediate relative.

After they stop complaining that they are being oppressed by outsiders, they will start complaining that they are being oppressed by themselves.

It happens that, when the cosmos sends you money, you are not free to spend it as you will because expenses beyond your knowledge are already creeping toward you.

I enjoy watching CCTV 4, especially its musical shows, but am saddened that it does not bother to post subtitles for foreign audiences.

Sometimes hell is being trapped in the company of someone who does not share the same interests as you.

I often felt this way in graduate school, whenever I was in classes led by teachers I did not believe in, or with classmates I did not particularly like.

There are times when I feel that I have too much, and those are the times when I give to those who have too little.

Now listening to Mike's Libera CD.

Good morning, Cubao!

Woke up early. Expecting three people today.

Good night, Cubao!

Knitting in bed again.

Whenever you study the birds intently, they will face toward where disaster will happen.

The energy field around you is changing. Sense it. It should feel different, as though something exciting is about to happen.

Actually those fist-to-fist and then fist-to-camera sets of movements were magically wrong. The recipient of those astral blows was none other than the person they were rooting for.

Do study The Magical Passes by Carlos Castaneda.

Listening to Up On the Roof.  Am not a jazz fan but this should make good background for when friends are visiting to just hang out and relax.

This occurred to me while I was knitting, and I should add it to my blog Tony Perez's Psychic Exercises for the Spirit Questors under the section on developing sensitivity in hearing:

Did you know that "Star-Spangled Banner" and "Tennessee Waltz" can be sung simultaneously?

The owners of Artery Art Space across the street, who are my neighbors and friends, dropped by while I was knitting inside the small loggia and took a peek into my studio. I'm tentatively scheduled to consign two or three new paintings in their gallery.

The birds seem to be enjoying Mozart.

The man sent me another e-mail message. His second message had an attachment, a photo of him and his family. His third message contained his biographic information.

I sent him a pdf book to read and I hope that he finds it to his liking. Otherwise I am not the mentor for him.

I will call him X.

The more I stay home, the more peacefully I sleep. It is possible that the world outside is the cause of stress.

The sun rises and sets whether I love you or not.

The rain stopped, but I can still hear the rain
Your breathing, your chest heaving as you dream
Your heart pulsating against mine
Is it your heart or mine I hear
Are they your thoughts or mine that fall like rain
Is it this morning or last night
Is it the rain or just a feeble memory

I go only where people do not go. And, when they follow me there, I leave and go elsewhere.

The world will never run out of places for me to go in one lifetime.

Mars is my planet, and it is also a hermit.

A quaint pleasure is waking up to the chirping of the pet birds inside the small loggia, onto which one of my captain's cabin bedroom windows looks out.

Good morning, Cubao! Slept nine hours last night.

It was so chilly that I actually had to pull up my blanket!

Good night, Cubao!

How distressing: a man whom I don't know sent me several e-mail messages asking for my guidance in exploring his higher consciousness.

I have to do it on-line. Since I am a hermit, I don't go out of my way to meet people.

I need to re-read all my 91 books on gods and goddesses.

Playing Ivy's Mozart CD.

I enjoy being a spectator more than I enjoy being a player.

Moved three bird cages inside the small loggia, where the pet birds can have more air, sunshine, and the vista of trees. When the sun is too harsh I drape the cages with expensive scarves.

The groupies continue to feed his ego with fake compliments, hoping to remain in favor much longer and continue being showered with material gifts.

If God says "Go", He also says "Stop".

Stop wanting more and more, or God will take everything away.

Water is your fuel. Make sure you are on full tank.

I can see another one coming. Let us let this one in.

In case you didn't know, God is on everyone's side.

It is men who invented war.

Do not bolt your food when eating, do not contemplate other things while eating, do not ignore what you are eating.

Focus on your food. Merge with it. Consciously taste it. Savor it.

Only then will your food give you pleasure and 100% of its nutrients.

Use time. Never let time use you.

Good morning, Cubao!

Let us thank God for another bright and sunny day!

The best horror shows are those that do not resort to using special effects.

The cheapest trick I have seen so far is that fabric wall against which someone behind it presses his face and hands to simulate a ghostly manifestation.

As long as you have people whom you truly love, you will never have nothing.

Good night, Cubao!

Knitting in bed again.

Now watching another paranormal show on Ci.

Watched My Uncle Is The Green River Killer on Ci and swore to myself never to watch such shows again. It was quite depressing.

Grimm is riveting because of its beautiful cast members, but it is severely hampered by its melodramatic, Peyton Place subplots. Its writers did not learn the main lesson from its template, Kolchak: The Night Stalker. Note that Night Stalker is a big success because it focuses completely on its main story per episode.

Subplots are red flags that indicate to the audience that the subject matter is not substantial enough to carry through an episode.

Waiting is an art that is meant to be enjoyed.

Listen to your body from time to time. In the same manner that it leads you to take it to its most comfortable position, it will tell you what it wants you to eat and drink.

It has occurred to me, again and again, that atchay mentality never goes unpunished.

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Look at life as a series of rewards, no matter how unapparent, rather than a series of punishments.

Like a rock that is still, it is silence that has strength.

The most unbiased reports are on "CNN Absolutely".

We really should stop generating promotions, press releases, and publicity gimmicks if they will only delude the people to believe what is not real.

Stop rationalizing and continue to praise God.

Good morning, Cubao!

Slept nine hours last night. Woke up to the excited voices of tenants and guests watching TV outside one of the units two doors away.

I discovered the joy of a two-hour breakfast, a two-hour lunch, and a two-hour supper, then tried a two-hour shower but it was just too much time inside the bathroom!

Good night, Cubao!

I now have eight Marian statues from all over the Philippines.

Why is it that when an ethnic artist goes modern, we praise and encourage him, but when a modern artist goes ethnic, we condemn him for bastardizing ethnic art?

Leaving in a few to meet K. at the Cubao Hogwarts Express Station.

Generating too much excitement about something that does not require it is like overloading an electric circuit.

Never practice black magic. From my observation of people who do, it makes you ugly and it makes you sick.

Never walk guests through your house like a tourist guide. Behave as though everything were ordinary.

When someone asks something, that is the only time you should offer information.

The crown prince always resents it when the king never dies.

Nine times out of ten, he attempts to build his own kingdom--and fails.

I know of no country or place in this world that has peace, because peace is always relative.

War and disaster remind us that, stripped of all of our trappings, nothing else matters but our lives and our loved ones.

Second cup of black coffee, second time I'm thinking about you.

I remember that I used to get anxious whenever I got ill for some reason--mainly because I didn't know how long I'd be infirm and away from office work.

I've been in good health so far, but it has occurred to me that, should I have a cold or the flu, I would take it as a sign that my body needs rest and simply loll in bed until I get well, however long that would take.

Watched portions of The Legend of Hercules on HBO last night. Very violent, but it had excellent fight scenes and excellent stunts--which was the only point of the movie anyway. It puts Gladiator to shame.

Correct pronunciation is like correct spelling. It is an indication of proper education.

Don't insist on having "proper chips" if you can't even pronounce "Nepal" properly.

Good morning, Cubao!

A bright and sunny morning here!

Good night, Cubao!

Knitting in bed again.

I just can't stop!

Romance is not complete without a kiss
On her lips, to affirm your passion
On her cheek, to affirm your affection
On her brow, to confirm to yourselves
That your union is blessed by your spirit

The Wands should continue to point to the ground.

The representative has no hubris, but the rest of the country has.

The first of May is so festive in our neighborhood that I should actually plan that day with relatives and friends on our front balcony. We could snack and play cards, board games, or mah-jongg the whole day.

The best vacation of all is staying at home.

Unless it is a fake account, "Bishop Luis Antonio G Tagle" signed up to me as a Follower on Google+.

At any rate, fake or not, I sent him a Hangout message as follows: "Is this really you? If it is, know that I was your Psychology teacher when you were a college freshman."

That should give him or others something to think about, fake or not.

P.S. I really was his Psychology teacher when he was a college freshman.

Today wasn't completely a knitting day. I went to Arayat to purchase a kilo of feed for the blackbirds and half a kilo of striped sunflower seeds for the cockatiel.

She has no clue that the media are merely using her anger for sensational purposes. After they leave her alone, she will feel despondent and suicidal.

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