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Saturday, December 31, 2022

I love you. Asshole.

New Year Resolutions.

New Year resolutions are like mistletoe, they only appear at the end of the year and disappear again at year's end.

If I were to make a New Year's resolution, I would just make this one. Every year. 

 










How Not to be an Asshole. (DBAA)

Being an asshole is like being stupid. People can see you but you can’t. 

Believe me I know, I've been there. 

Truth hurts. The more it hurts the better you’ll become. 


Here’s my 10. 

1. When was the last time you smiled? Genuinely?  Now Smile please. 

2. Look people in the eye. And smile. 

3. Say 'please' and 'thank you' always.  And smile. 

4. Don’t be late for anything. 

5. Especially if you’re meeting your Mother/Granny or your Grab ride. These people are important. One gave you life, the other support life for his family. For all of them time is short. 

6. Be nice to the waiter and everyone in the service industry. Give genuine tips when appropriate.  *compliments are also tips. 

7. Say Yes to everything. For once. See how it feels. 

8. Listen to music. Really listen. Feel it. 

9. Stop joking. Really. Stop yourself and pay attention to everyone and everything around you. See how it feels. Really feel. Nice isn’t it? 

10. Tell your mother, your wife, your daughter, your son, your father, your husband “I love you” at least once a day. 

You never know when you will see them again. 


I love you. Live. For A Happy Happy New Year.




Monday, August 09, 2021

I love you. Departures.

 Flight.




















There are those whose wings
Learn to catch the winds
Before the rest of us.

Their world opens, vast
They soar, so fast.
(Too fast?)

And are gone, free forever.
We say "See you there"
(with a hint of despair)

For alone, we know not how.

We yearn to take flight
But we know, to earn the right
Would be to leap without fear.

Now is not our time.

For that glory so sublime
A thousand miles 
and years remain.

Let us think of the skies
And with hope in our eyes
Slowly, surely, learn to fly.


    Fifteen years have flown by, since your departure from this world. Still not a day goes by   that you are not with us. What joy you bring in your presence and in your absence.                   

             For it is in knowing and having you in our lives that make this life a lot more worthwhile and more worth living. So; Here's to living and dying and dying and living. 


            After all; Departures are Arrivals as Endings are Beginnings. See you there. Son.