A good friend of mine once asked me randomly "if you were an object what would it be?" I think it was for interview prep or something...I'm not really sure. I blurted out quickly "I'm a mirror"
"why?"
Many people I know put on masks to either hide themselves because they're ashamed or because they are not confident in who they are and wonder if they'll truly be accepted. Throughout my life I've realized that whether people choose to reveal themselves to me or not I will show them their reflection. Friends and family will tell lies to spare feelings...I will let you be known on who and what you are. Not a lot of people can handle me because truth is harsh. When you hide behind a mask for so long it becomes comfortable behind facade. Revealing truth is like peeling a scab before it's ready. (I love doing it, it's addicting but it's not my scab.)
Then there are people with no confidence and see a lie about themselves that they aren't good enough. I will always tell the truth that they are worth more than they give themselves credit for. You deserve to feel the love that you have robbed yourself of. Do not despair.
More importantly than reflecting what's in front of me is the science behind it all. For a mirror to work light must be present and ample. Dim lighting results in distorted images. God being my light I need Him at all times to be functioning properly. When I lose hope and the world seems so dim I no longer do my job as intended. The ugliness of people aren't pointed out because I no longer care. The beauty of people aren't pointed out because I no longer see.
Throughout my life, because of age...I've had many people push aside my views and insights with the statement "what do you know, you're a kid." Now that I'm growing older I resent it even more. "what do you know, so what you're an adult?" I still know nothing. All I know is what I see. Mirror sees all that you do. We as people do not see us 24/7 we see others 24/7. The problem is that few of us ever take the time looking at ourselves. And it gets uncomfortable when others peer into your true nature. Judgement is not painful if you painfully judged yourself. I know this from experience.
Sadly, and lastly...mirrors are objective and have no bias or feelings. I feel like somehow I'm robbed of all of that. I'm objective in my praise and criticisms that I dish out. People with feelings will not understand that. They will think I'm unfair or an ass. I can understand that because they do not see the world or feel as I do. I can understand they can't grasp my feelings because it is rare to find someone with such a hardened heart.
Sometimes I wish instead of a mirror that I can be just a sheet of glass. I wish someone can see through me inside out. I wish that I didn't need light or darkness to function. I wish I had more of a function than revealing people to themselves.
Then God says to me...darkness has no purpose for you. A mirror is used for more than just people to look at themselves. Mirrors redirect light.
And I realized it's not about being a mirror that's significant but it's about harnessing the light. Concentrate the light and shine it towards the darkness. It doesn't matter what I am and who's reflection is in me.
What do you think you are?
Monday, November 21, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
The Elusive G-Spot
Since the beginning of time men and women have been puzzled and enraged by this odd phenomenon deemed the G-spot. Now some of you holier than thou Christians would probably stop reading right here and have a disgusted face. Have faith for this will benefit all of humanity for God surely made it because it is good.
Now this G spot isn't something you can google and get an answer to; nor can you confidently ask your pastor (because chances are it eluded them too); and OBVIOUSLY not your parents. Over centuries, people have slain each other over it...relationships have ended because of it and I'm certain many have found it but some how forgot to share it. I'm talking about the God Spot (in case you were wondering the women's g spot is simply located on the front vaginal wall between 11-1 o clock depending).
What is this God Spot I'm talking about? It is the spot which we can touch upon as humans and make the most positive impact. Raise your hands up if you see my analogy. People have gone on christian crusades and tried to hit the G spot, extremes do bombings for Allah (A-bomb?) and we still work our asses off to a good end. But really, I have to ask if that's truly satisfying to us and to God.
To paint this in more common terms: it's like when you're craving something and you eat a buffet to not hit the spot. You probably just needed one single bite of cheesecake. It's like when you read pages and pages of explanation for a concept and only needed the formula . And probably a lot of people will do a lot of things out of love for their loved ones only to find them unsatisfied. All they needed to do was one thing; they did a thousand and a thousand were worthless. That's not hitting the G Spot. All actions were little to no impact regardless of intent. The secret to finding the G Spot is to align intent with impact, consciously.
It's not always the complex things that have the most impact but most of us think it is. I can look at the most elaborate presentation and watch a commercial for charities and it won't impact me. But seeing a hidden camera shoot 2 minutes of a little Indian girl sleeping on the streets will break my heart. Going on a family vacation and dropping a large sum of money won't remind me my parents love me. Seeing my mother cry when I share my joys with her does. Crying takes 2 seconds. Vacation takes weeks. I might remember the vacation but I wouldn't forget love.
We were made in God's image and but somehow few of us really think about His wisdom. When we imitate Jesus we make it a thing to be holy but we forgot the impact. Sometimes being unholy is the necessary evil as long as intent lines up. Jesus did many things. Jesus did things that took one second; Jesus did things that took years. Whatever he did though, it had and has IMPACT. We forget that salt has impact, we think it has "flavor." We forget light has impact, we think it has uses.
Don't do things easy or difficult to massage your ego or to convince yourself you're worthy of God's love. You're not and won't ever be. Grace makes you worthy alone. So instead focus on what you can accomplish - acting for impact. People who act without thinking of impact cannot be condemned because few ever think this way. But if wisdom calls you on the street and she's hugging tightly onto you, don't deny her. Now that I've shared my views, think about it. If it makes sense to you then live it and be impactful. You can do many "holy" things and say you're like Christ. Good for you. But if you're not int he slight bit intending to maximize your impact then I think you missed out on one of the most prominent qualities of Jesus.
Some blog posts are short and succinct and this one's longer than most expect. But no matter the length of time it takes I'll always try to hit the G Spot. Hopefully those on the receiving end agree.
Now this G spot isn't something you can google and get an answer to; nor can you confidently ask your pastor (because chances are it eluded them too); and OBVIOUSLY not your parents. Over centuries, people have slain each other over it...relationships have ended because of it and I'm certain many have found it but some how forgot to share it. I'm talking about the God Spot (in case you were wondering the women's g spot is simply located on the front vaginal wall between 11-1 o clock depending).
What is this God Spot I'm talking about? It is the spot which we can touch upon as humans and make the most positive impact. Raise your hands up if you see my analogy. People have gone on christian crusades and tried to hit the G spot, extremes do bombings for Allah (A-bomb?) and we still work our asses off to a good end. But really, I have to ask if that's truly satisfying to us and to God.
To paint this in more common terms: it's like when you're craving something and you eat a buffet to not hit the spot. You probably just needed one single bite of cheesecake. It's like when you read pages and pages of explanation for a concept and only needed the formula . And probably a lot of people will do a lot of things out of love for their loved ones only to find them unsatisfied. All they needed to do was one thing; they did a thousand and a thousand were worthless. That's not hitting the G Spot. All actions were little to no impact regardless of intent. The secret to finding the G Spot is to align intent with impact, consciously.
It's not always the complex things that have the most impact but most of us think it is. I can look at the most elaborate presentation and watch a commercial for charities and it won't impact me. But seeing a hidden camera shoot 2 minutes of a little Indian girl sleeping on the streets will break my heart. Going on a family vacation and dropping a large sum of money won't remind me my parents love me. Seeing my mother cry when I share my joys with her does. Crying takes 2 seconds. Vacation takes weeks. I might remember the vacation but I wouldn't forget love.
We were made in God's image and but somehow few of us really think about His wisdom. When we imitate Jesus we make it a thing to be holy but we forgot the impact. Sometimes being unholy is the necessary evil as long as intent lines up. Jesus did many things. Jesus did things that took one second; Jesus did things that took years. Whatever he did though, it had and has IMPACT. We forget that salt has impact, we think it has "flavor." We forget light has impact, we think it has uses.
Don't do things easy or difficult to massage your ego or to convince yourself you're worthy of God's love. You're not and won't ever be. Grace makes you worthy alone. So instead focus on what you can accomplish - acting for impact. People who act without thinking of impact cannot be condemned because few ever think this way. But if wisdom calls you on the street and she's hugging tightly onto you, don't deny her. Now that I've shared my views, think about it. If it makes sense to you then live it and be impactful. You can do many "holy" things and say you're like Christ. Good for you. But if you're not int he slight bit intending to maximize your impact then I think you missed out on one of the most prominent qualities of Jesus.
Some blog posts are short and succinct and this one's longer than most expect. But no matter the length of time it takes I'll always try to hit the G Spot. Hopefully those on the receiving end agree.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Men of Few Words
What happens when a man who's been silent speaks for the first time on film? Thoughts that action cannot portray. Proof that a book is not to be judged by its cover. There was nothing goofy, lighthearted or funny about this man. And in those 3 minutes we perhaps got to understand him for the first time in his career.
No matter what we do for a living we can all inspire and fight for a greater good. Even if we fail, we tried. To have never tried would have been the pity. Few will ever think of this speech when they read the name Charlie Chaplin. But this is the message he wanted to leave behind; this is his legacy.
No matter what we do for a living we can all inspire and fight for a greater good. Even if we fail, we tried. To have never tried would have been the pity. Few will ever think of this speech when they read the name Charlie Chaplin. But this is the message he wanted to leave behind; this is his legacy.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Alt + Delete, Where's Ctrl?
Control is a funny thing because few people understand it. In their pursuit of control they literally let the chase control them. This ironic result is due to most other problems in life and that's looking through the lenses in the wrong perspective.
What's most interesting to me is that humans tend to want control over the most insignificant things just because they feel like they CAN control the outcome. Yet when it comes to things that are perceived to be bigger than themselves they abstain involvement because they're convinced that they have ZERO control over the result.
Just recently Yonge and Sheppard area started constructing for new condos and going north on Yonge has slowed down to a crawl. People will scatter east and west taking small streets and huge detours in their effort to arrive north of Yonge and Sheppard at a faster speed than if they were to just go north patiently. What's funny is that after their huge detour and effort to assert control over the outcome, they arrive about the same time as if they were to just do nothing. But a huge number of people will choose the first action because they want control. The end result is rarely their concern as the impact of their actions were pointless at best.
The other extreme of this need for pointless control is when people abstain from voting. Most people that don't vote will say something like "I don't know enough about the candidates" or "I don't like any of them" or something along those lines. Truth is they simply feel their ONE vote will have no control over the outcome of the election.
What's comical is that people merely exert effort as long as there's a sense on control. They ignore the actual IMPACT of the end result. It is TRUE that by turning and cutting through small streets you MIGHT be able to shave 2 minutes off waiting - at the expense of higher probability of getting into an accident, wasting more gas, and possible being later because of 12,000 other people who want control going the same route. It is also TRUE that your one vote is insignificant among 500,000 other votes. But what of the outcome? One you influenced on saving 2 mins of your day; the other you forgone the opportunity to save the country from a term ruled by a complete moron.
My point isn't to make you go vote. That's merely to illustrate my view on control and how people perceive it. But what I do want is for people to THINK more about their need for control and if there really is any benefit to having it. Sometimes it's better to not be in control because there's really nothing you can do even if you tried your hardest (traffic example). Sometimes you have to try your hardest even if you have so little control over the outcome (fighting cancer, voting etc). If you choose to be lead by someone then don't be a back seat driver. Your control exertion should have occurred at the time you chose the leader not after you have chosen them. After that you should only choose if you will continue to let them lead or if you will stop following them.
So by my logic why have I chosen to follow God yet try so hard to control Him? Because just as I've written this whole thing on the logical fallacies of control; we commit logical fallacies against God.
What's most interesting to me is that humans tend to want control over the most insignificant things just because they feel like they CAN control the outcome. Yet when it comes to things that are perceived to be bigger than themselves they abstain involvement because they're convinced that they have ZERO control over the result.
Just recently Yonge and Sheppard area started constructing for new condos and going north on Yonge has slowed down to a crawl. People will scatter east and west taking small streets and huge detours in their effort to arrive north of Yonge and Sheppard at a faster speed than if they were to just go north patiently. What's funny is that after their huge detour and effort to assert control over the outcome, they arrive about the same time as if they were to just do nothing. But a huge number of people will choose the first action because they want control. The end result is rarely their concern as the impact of their actions were pointless at best.
The other extreme of this need for pointless control is when people abstain from voting. Most people that don't vote will say something like "I don't know enough about the candidates" or "I don't like any of them" or something along those lines. Truth is they simply feel their ONE vote will have no control over the outcome of the election.
What's comical is that people merely exert effort as long as there's a sense on control. They ignore the actual IMPACT of the end result. It is TRUE that by turning and cutting through small streets you MIGHT be able to shave 2 minutes off waiting - at the expense of higher probability of getting into an accident, wasting more gas, and possible being later because of 12,000 other people who want control going the same route. It is also TRUE that your one vote is insignificant among 500,000 other votes. But what of the outcome? One you influenced on saving 2 mins of your day; the other you forgone the opportunity to save the country from a term ruled by a complete moron.
My point isn't to make you go vote. That's merely to illustrate my view on control and how people perceive it. But what I do want is for people to THINK more about their need for control and if there really is any benefit to having it. Sometimes it's better to not be in control because there's really nothing you can do even if you tried your hardest (traffic example). Sometimes you have to try your hardest even if you have so little control over the outcome (fighting cancer, voting etc). If you choose to be lead by someone then don't be a back seat driver. Your control exertion should have occurred at the time you chose the leader not after you have chosen them. After that you should only choose if you will continue to let them lead or if you will stop following them.
So by my logic why have I chosen to follow God yet try so hard to control Him? Because just as I've written this whole thing on the logical fallacies of control; we commit logical fallacies against God.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Thank You, Thank you, Thank you all.
I was completely caught off guard. My gf should be an actor specifically about a scene on being indecisive about whether to eat Pizziolo or Mama's Pizza for dinner. Golden Globe material right there.
I felt so much love for my surprise 24th birthday. I didn't quite know how to react because I'm never caught off guard. When people come out of the closet and everyone's like :O I'm the one that goes "bro, I saw that coming."
But I was left jaw dropped upon seeing all your lovely faces at OB. When the presents came out one by one I felt undeserving. What have I done to deserve so much attention? I'm not so worthy of all this love. Those were not only gifts that cost money which took a section of your life to make but each were so well thought out because you guys know how I'm all about practicality. The fact that you all took time to think about it means the world to me.
But what my 24th surprise made me realize was that I've always had this love. For a second I thought "this is the first time I've experienced love." No...I'm ungrateful. I've always been ungrateful because I don't learn to appreciate what I have. My life was always filled with love...even though my family was broken as a whole my individual parents love me to death no doubt. My friends have given an only child the knowledge of siblings..my boys have given me security to be vulnerable. If I fall you all will catch. If I plunge I know you'll follow. Esther, you have shown me love every single day since we've been together. Through my harshness and critical ways I hope you understand it's only because you matter to me in more ways than I think you understand.
I love the gifts. I will put each and every one to good use. I'm going to get jacked from the bowflex. I'm going to wear that sweater whenever I feel chilly. I'm going to score goals and share memories from hockey while looking like a ninja. I'm going to enjoy countless hours of gaming and trading with the motherboard and monitor. And I will remember to refine myself.
Thank You God for giving me the best gift on this 24th. My heart softened and I have learned to be grateful. I've always placed wisdom above all else but I've realized wisdom gets capped when we stop being ungrateful. Being grateful lets us be vulnerable. We feel. Because we feel we can truly live. Experiences that are absorbed produces the capacity to generate wisdom. A hard heart cannot be humble. A hard heart cannot be wise.
Thank you all for the love. I hope through my actions I can convince that I love you all too.
Esther, you are an amazing gf. I love you even though you love to embarrass me on purpose in front of every one.
I felt so much love for my surprise 24th birthday. I didn't quite know how to react because I'm never caught off guard. When people come out of the closet and everyone's like :O I'm the one that goes "bro, I saw that coming."
But I was left jaw dropped upon seeing all your lovely faces at OB. When the presents came out one by one I felt undeserving. What have I done to deserve so much attention? I'm not so worthy of all this love. Those were not only gifts that cost money which took a section of your life to make but each were so well thought out because you guys know how I'm all about practicality. The fact that you all took time to think about it means the world to me.
But what my 24th surprise made me realize was that I've always had this love. For a second I thought "this is the first time I've experienced love." No...I'm ungrateful. I've always been ungrateful because I don't learn to appreciate what I have. My life was always filled with love...even though my family was broken as a whole my individual parents love me to death no doubt. My friends have given an only child the knowledge of siblings..my boys have given me security to be vulnerable. If I fall you all will catch. If I plunge I know you'll follow. Esther, you have shown me love every single day since we've been together. Through my harshness and critical ways I hope you understand it's only because you matter to me in more ways than I think you understand.
I love the gifts. I will put each and every one to good use. I'm going to get jacked from the bowflex. I'm going to wear that sweater whenever I feel chilly. I'm going to score goals and share memories from hockey while looking like a ninja. I'm going to enjoy countless hours of gaming and trading with the motherboard and monitor. And I will remember to refine myself.
Thank You God for giving me the best gift on this 24th. My heart softened and I have learned to be grateful. I've always placed wisdom above all else but I've realized wisdom gets capped when we stop being ungrateful. Being grateful lets us be vulnerable. We feel. Because we feel we can truly live. Experiences that are absorbed produces the capacity to generate wisdom. A hard heart cannot be humble. A hard heart cannot be wise.
Thank you all for the love. I hope through my actions I can convince that I love you all too.
Esther, you are an amazing gf. I love you even though you love to embarrass me on purpose in front of every one.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Elections: a time for dumbasses to form an opinion.
On a typical day you look on facebook and see a bunch of status updates related to God, whining, the most random crap ever and epic posts by me.
Near election time you see a bunch of people campaigning and typing statements about the party they support or parties they don't. Most of them akin to the intellectual level of drunk and high hicks on the 500 level during a UFC fight: "BOO SHIELDS. BOO!" Replace Shields with the name of the opposition party and now you have +-5 days from election results.
Here's the thing though...YOU SOUND LIKE A JACKASS. People, young people, aka people my age, seem to think that by having a remote political stance they are now somehow integrated into the educated stats of society. It makes them feel good while they sip on their Starbucks and read "Metro" for news.
I rarely voice my political opinions. It's because I don't think I'm well versed in politics. I state my position and why I believe so and that's it. I don't bash or scream "OMG IM MOVING OUT OF CANADA XXX WON"
because unlike half of you, I dislike sounding like a total fool. I do not hate those people that vote Liberals, NDP or Green even though I myself vote conservative. If you have good reason to vote for them because you believe in their platform, good for you. Now to those people who like to form an opinion within five days of election (don't lie I'm confident 90% of the people on my facebook do that) because of some bandwagon they jumped on...guess what I'm going to say? If you're one of those people AND you're offended you've probably guessed the right thing.
Even those people that don't vote are better than the bandwagon riding fools. People who don't vote either: don't care, too lazy, or uneducated and realize they are uneducated in the realms of politics. + Points to those who don't care because frankly if you don't care right now it means no matter what party is elected you're barely affected by it in your current life stage. If you're uneducated but are affected by it and continue to stay uneducated...well no matter which party wins you're always going to be screwed over. Not because they screw you over but because you decide to roll in your own urine when you should get up and change something.
Aside from addressing stupidity, let's get down to the real deal of thought process of those who vote for Blue, Red, and Orange (sorry Green you're too insignificant for my heavy traffic blog of 13 readers.)
Blue: Heaviest focus on economy and the movement of cash in and out of the country.
Red: Rolling in their own urine. Seriously, their stances on everything is indifferent. Small changes and stances that are just...the same as things have always been.
Orange: Heaviest focus on the individual. AKA social focused instead of economical focused.
Now I'm not saying Blue got it all right, they don't. Let's just say Red is out (evident by results) because they decided to play it safe when Canadians needed some Obama (change. Side note - I wish our politicians were funny. Obama's got funny.) Orange is the guy that talks a lot of game and can't pull through. They make a lot of promises but where's the money coming from? Can they grow money from trees? (If you thought "...well no Kevin they can't. You're so right..." then you're an idiot. They absolutely can. It's called printing money. Do you know what happens when they print money? If you don't, stop having an opinion and stop posting political banters on facebook kthxbye.) 25% of those with opinions on facebook just got owned.
I have no doubts all three parties are looking out for the betterment of Canada as measured by standard of living. But you do realize that politics is more than that itself right? Eco-Social implications show through political decisions. 15% of those with opinions on facebook just had an epiphany.
The question ought to be: How do we raise standard of living? Through governing economic factors or social factors? Ask yourself which one is a cause and which one is an effect on the eco-social scene. Does the economy impact the social scene or does the social scene impact the whole economy. 35% of those with an opinion on facebook never thought about this question.
Frankly I have no interest in converting you into a Conservative. All I want to do is to make you think a little more before making a decision (while offending you of course). Here's the last bit I want to leave you. Blue makes investments in the economy so that it can pick itself up and run its course. This is a form of SAVING and sewing to reap harvest later. Red just buries what is given to them and digs up the same crap later on. Orange...well Orange consumes now for instant gratification by promising increased in services supplied by increase in corporate tax rates. That's CONSUMPTION now.
What's interesting to me is that NDP got such a huge seating. What does that say about Canadians? You know how you love to bash Americans? Well you're the same breed of dumbass. Consume more than you can supply. I promise if NDP gets majority two cycles in a row and credit disaster will happen in Canada as in the states. Mark my words.
For those that HATE Blue, at least you're lucky NDP is barking at them ;). And for those that HAVE TO MOVE OUT OF CANADA...good, Canada needs less dumbasses like you anyway.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Dragon Breath
Last night I went to to some desert place and got some durian desert. Man that caused dragon breath from deep in the belly. It's bad breath when chewing gum can cover it up. Dragon breath burns through mint like a wild fire.
Bad breath must be so repulsive. Waves after waves of it in yo face is pwnage. This morning I was talking to our sales man. Dude has some serious fire from deep within. I felt like dying. I could not focus on anything. I was just trying to stay conscious. Breathing through my mouth didn't even work. I felt like I was eating stink.
I hope I recognize when I have it and fix it ASAP. That is probably top 10 most epic fail things in life. Top 3 most unsexy things in life.
Worse than girls who are material are girls with dragon breath. Hot girl with bad breath is worse than ugly girl with good breath.
Yup.
Bad breath must be so repulsive. Waves after waves of it in yo face is pwnage. This morning I was talking to our sales man. Dude has some serious fire from deep within. I felt like dying. I could not focus on anything. I was just trying to stay conscious. Breathing through my mouth didn't even work. I felt like I was eating stink.
I hope I recognize when I have it and fix it ASAP. That is probably top 10 most epic fail things in life. Top 3 most unsexy things in life.
Worse than girls who are material are girls with dragon breath. Hot girl with bad breath is worse than ugly girl with good breath.
Yup.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Trading Notes; God in Music; Life in Harmony
My brain is fried from learning. I came in the office and studied harmony trading for 2 hrs and 9 minutes. For someone like me that's similar to 35 years in solitary confinement.
Interestingly enough, harmony trading depends in harmonic movements in the market...while I learn or trade, I listen to classical piano pieces. Music needs harmony to sound beautiful and markets need harmony to move up and down. People want harmony in life because that usually leads them to believe it's stable and peaceful. People misunderstand harmony for tranquility.
There's too much chaos in the markets and maybe in our lives. That's probably what everyone feels. But if I had to think what harmony meant to me...I'd say it was order in chaos; not that the chaos is gone but it makes the chaos ok - maybe even likable.
Harmony itself is up and down, the vertical aspect of music (don't rip on me Julie...Julie's def thinking "Kevin's attempt to sound smart = fail.) Markets are the same and so life in harmony is that too. But the thing with harmony is that it sounds damn good. People that can identify harmony and music understand it and appreciate it on a deeper level than those of us who think it's just sounds. Market gurus that identify harmonic movements can foresee price movements earlier than most of us can dream of. For people that claim they want harmony in life...well those people usually avoid conflict and emotions because they think living in harmony means steady flat and no ups and downs.
Life in harmony, with it's ups and downs, is a beautiful thing. It's being able to identify those ups and downs that bring us tranquility - the peace of mind when things spin out of control. We hold on to the ups and ride down the drops knowing that soon a reversal could happen and when it does it's ok. A life that's constantly up isn't harmony. Even if it did exist where would you learn to appreciate? A life that's always down isn't harmony is either. You wouldn't know what pain is because you don't know what happiness is either. Life with out harmony doesn't ever exist because we'd be unable to comprehend feelings. God never made us that way.
Today while learning the markets I've realized that Godlike investors like Buffet are in tune with the ups and downs...great composers and musicians know where to place which note to make beautiful and heartfelt pieces...and God composed our lives like an elaborate score...the earth His sheet, time as measures and we are the notes.
Have faith and find where you're supposed to be so His song is a magnificent one =).
Interestingly enough, harmony trading depends in harmonic movements in the market...while I learn or trade, I listen to classical piano pieces. Music needs harmony to sound beautiful and markets need harmony to move up and down. People want harmony in life because that usually leads them to believe it's stable and peaceful. People misunderstand harmony for tranquility.
There's too much chaos in the markets and maybe in our lives. That's probably what everyone feels. But if I had to think what harmony meant to me...I'd say it was order in chaos; not that the chaos is gone but it makes the chaos ok - maybe even likable.
Harmony itself is up and down, the vertical aspect of music (don't rip on me Julie...Julie's def thinking "Kevin's attempt to sound smart = fail.) Markets are the same and so life in harmony is that too. But the thing with harmony is that it sounds damn good. People that can identify harmony and music understand it and appreciate it on a deeper level than those of us who think it's just sounds. Market gurus that identify harmonic movements can foresee price movements earlier than most of us can dream of. For people that claim they want harmony in life...well those people usually avoid conflict and emotions because they think living in harmony means steady flat and no ups and downs.
Life in harmony, with it's ups and downs, is a beautiful thing. It's being able to identify those ups and downs that bring us tranquility - the peace of mind when things spin out of control. We hold on to the ups and ride down the drops knowing that soon a reversal could happen and when it does it's ok. A life that's constantly up isn't harmony. Even if it did exist where would you learn to appreciate? A life that's always down isn't harmony is either. You wouldn't know what pain is because you don't know what happiness is either. Life with out harmony doesn't ever exist because we'd be unable to comprehend feelings. God never made us that way.
Today while learning the markets I've realized that Godlike investors like Buffet are in tune with the ups and downs...great composers and musicians know where to place which note to make beautiful and heartfelt pieces...and God composed our lives like an elaborate score...the earth His sheet, time as measures and we are the notes.
Have faith and find where you're supposed to be so His song is a magnificent one =).
Thursday, February 3, 2011
The Curse of Love
Plenty a time we try our best to show people love. Even if they're strangers we love them as best as we can because that's what we're called to do. Strangers, seeing the effort, will try to love the person back as best as they know how.
Here's the thing...sometimes it's just not beneficial to either parties.
Sylvia and Heidi's mom is the bomb diggity. I can see love in her eyes when she smiles and it warms my heart to see a big ass bible on the table kitchen because I know she's been reading that whenever she's not cooking for us. Her food is AMAZING. I absolutely love Korean food and her food. I could eat it forever and ever. But I have a goal in mind and my diet outside of social settings is extremely strict. I always keep myself disciplined because that's how I roll. Before she came I would eat the same thing every-single-meal. X amount of protein, x amount of carbs and x amount of fat: these are broken further down into specific proteins, carbs and fat. I make myself a living experiment.
Momma Kim throws a wrench in my plan with her love. Most people wouldn't complain getting breakfast in a tray at 8 AM every morning and lunch packed on the side. Kevin Sun's not most people. Kevin Sun gots-ta complain.
She destroys my strict diet. For the foreseeable week (it's already been a week, almost) I am stuck eating delicious things that I don't want to eat. I can't refute it because it's rude. I can't cook my own food because she'll be thinking "Am I not feeding him enough?" Also, no normal person eats as much protein as me. I eat a freaking chicken as a snack. Hence I get served normal people portion protein. That kind of treatment for a man that ate a 72 ounce steak in 30 minutes is akin to abuse.
Such a dilemma and ironic situation no? She's loving me beyond what she needs to do out of the goodness of her heart and I appreciate it more than I know how to express. It's totally awesome and I hope every person on earth emulates momma Kim's nature. I try my best to show her how much I love it by straying off my path and goal to show appreciation. In the end, she does a crapload of more work and I do 50 extra pushups and jumping squats before meals. Love sure is a lot of work, sometimes unnecessary work.
But I guess because there is love, any extra work makes it seem alright.
Here's the thing...sometimes it's just not beneficial to either parties.
Sylvia and Heidi's mom is the bomb diggity. I can see love in her eyes when she smiles and it warms my heart to see a big ass bible on the table kitchen because I know she's been reading that whenever she's not cooking for us. Her food is AMAZING. I absolutely love Korean food and her food. I could eat it forever and ever. But I have a goal in mind and my diet outside of social settings is extremely strict. I always keep myself disciplined because that's how I roll. Before she came I would eat the same thing every-single-meal. X amount of protein, x amount of carbs and x amount of fat: these are broken further down into specific proteins, carbs and fat. I make myself a living experiment.
Momma Kim throws a wrench in my plan with her love. Most people wouldn't complain getting breakfast in a tray at 8 AM every morning and lunch packed on the side. Kevin Sun's not most people. Kevin Sun gots-ta complain.
She destroys my strict diet. For the foreseeable week (it's already been a week, almost) I am stuck eating delicious things that I don't want to eat. I can't refute it because it's rude. I can't cook my own food because she'll be thinking "Am I not feeding him enough?" Also, no normal person eats as much protein as me. I eat a freaking chicken as a snack. Hence I get served normal people portion protein. That kind of treatment for a man that ate a 72 ounce steak in 30 minutes is akin to abuse.
Such a dilemma and ironic situation no? She's loving me beyond what she needs to do out of the goodness of her heart and I appreciate it more than I know how to express. It's totally awesome and I hope every person on earth emulates momma Kim's nature. I try my best to show her how much I love it by straying off my path and goal to show appreciation. In the end, she does a crapload of more work and I do 50 extra pushups and jumping squats before meals. Love sure is a lot of work, sometimes unnecessary work.
But I guess because there is love, any extra work makes it seem alright.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Top 5 List: Most Brutal Traits of Women and Men.
Top 5 Worst Traits of Women: (Now let me specify, men can have these traits too. But these traits are magnified to be WAY worse when it's on a person with a vajayjay.)
5) Moody ass syndrome: Women sometimes (by some I mean most) get moody. We get it. But for some reason your selfish ass thinks it's an excuse for you to treat men like shit. Smarten up before your ass gets dumped. And it will.
4) Making it a thing to fight for equality: You guys want to be as awesome as us - we get it. You arguing that you can lift as much as us or do physical things as well as us is stupid. Not only does it make you unequal in physical strength, it also convinces us that your mental dexterity is crippled. Just accept it. You'll never be equal to men. You're made from a rib of ours. I think we have like 9 more.
3) Being boring: Holy crap I'm yawning none stop. Those tears? They're not caused automatically by the yawn as you would believe. I just can't hold back the tears because you're so freaking boring. It's so dry being with you that I thought I'd moisturize the atmosphere with my tears of sorrow. Nope, it's so dry they just evaporate within seconds.
2) Being materialistic: You look like a shallow bitch, period (no real one is needed because I stated it)
1) Wanting to argue everything: Shut the f--- up. That's my job.
Top 5 Worst Traits of Men: (Now let me specify, women can have these traits too. But these traits are magnified to be WAY worse when it's on a person with a peenaynay.)
5) Being unmanly: Not grunting at the gym is a sin. Show the world how manly you are by exerting extraordinary force.
4) Being unmanly: Not farting. Deadlier the gas the manlier you are, obviously.
3) Being unmanly: Not eating more than the girl beside you at Mandarin - even if she weighs 350lbs: from the waste down. You better make the servers take away more plates from you than her. I know she sometimes eats her plate but you better make them clear more even if you have to Bulimia.
2) Being unmanly: Holding your gfs purse for extended periods of time: all the time. This is what you say after the first time. "Dang your purse was heavy. I hope you didn't place all of Costco's tampons in there honey." This is what you say after the second time - "Hey I think you should carry less stuff...I can't carry your stuff all the time because I'm growing a vajayjay." This is how you go about it the thi- NO. You say this immediately: "Bitch your purse is too damn heavy. Is you crazy? What do I look like? A damn walking coat rack?" Drop purse and continue to walk forward with a slight limp. Done.
1) Being unmanly: Not taking the above 4 suggestions and changing them in your life. If you read it then do it. You will be manlier than the steroid injected child of Sly Stallone and Ahnold if they could mate.
I warded off the interest of 16 girls after they read this blog update. =)
5) Moody ass syndrome: Women sometimes (by some I mean most) get moody. We get it. But for some reason your selfish ass thinks it's an excuse for you to treat men like shit. Smarten up before your ass gets dumped. And it will.
4) Making it a thing to fight for equality: You guys want to be as awesome as us - we get it. You arguing that you can lift as much as us or do physical things as well as us is stupid. Not only does it make you unequal in physical strength, it also convinces us that your mental dexterity is crippled. Just accept it. You'll never be equal to men. You're made from a rib of ours. I think we have like 9 more.
3) Being boring: Holy crap I'm yawning none stop. Those tears? They're not caused automatically by the yawn as you would believe. I just can't hold back the tears because you're so freaking boring. It's so dry being with you that I thought I'd moisturize the atmosphere with my tears of sorrow. Nope, it's so dry they just evaporate within seconds.
2) Being materialistic: You look like a shallow bitch, period (no real one is needed because I stated it)
1) Wanting to argue everything: Shut the f--- up. That's my job.
Top 5 Worst Traits of Men: (Now let me specify, women can have these traits too. But these traits are magnified to be WAY worse when it's on a person with a peenaynay.)
5) Being unmanly: Not grunting at the gym is a sin. Show the world how manly you are by exerting extraordinary force.
4) Being unmanly: Not farting. Deadlier the gas the manlier you are, obviously.
3) Being unmanly: Not eating more than the girl beside you at Mandarin - even if she weighs 350lbs: from the waste down. You better make the servers take away more plates from you than her. I know she sometimes eats her plate but you better make them clear more even if you have to Bulimia.
2) Being unmanly: Holding your gfs purse for extended periods of time: all the time. This is what you say after the first time. "Dang your purse was heavy. I hope you didn't place all of Costco's tampons in there honey." This is what you say after the second time - "Hey I think you should carry less stuff...I can't carry your stuff all the time because I'm growing a vajayjay." This is how you go about it the thi- NO. You say this immediately: "Bitch your purse is too damn heavy. Is you crazy? What do I look like? A damn walking coat rack?" Drop purse and continue to walk forward with a slight limp. Done.
1) Being unmanly: Not taking the above 4 suggestions and changing them in your life. If you read it then do it. You will be manlier than the steroid injected child of Sly Stallone and Ahnold if they could mate.
I warded off the interest of 16 girls after they read this blog update. =)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Girllllllllll, You SO Sexy
So the condition and messiness of the kitchen, common area, living room and most importantly the sink in my house was repulsive. My room mates managed to start their own civilization in the sink specifically. Leaning tower of Pisa made of dishes and I can hear the bacterial gladiators clashing. More like I can smell it. I held out. Well I mean, I do my cleaning and keep 2 plates and 1 bowl downstairs. Always reuse, rewash and repeat. Every single week I wait for women's small group to happen. It is on that day that one of my room mates cleans the house because it's pretty embarrassing.
Yesterday I go home with excitement and I got juked. It was still gross. I go downstairs and drown myself in food because of the sorrow. Sigh, it hurts so much more when you expected it but nothing happens - so akin to asking women out. This morning I hear clashing. Was it Santa? Dude's a month and something late. I come up stairs after my shower to cook breakfast and it was marvelous. Everything was sparkling. Well it wasn't. It was still 10% messy but relatively it looked like a new car out of the dealership. WITH AN AURA.
My other room mate had cleaned almost everything. Garbage was even organized. Let me tell you. No, LET ME TELL YOU. I started fantasizing about her. NO WORD OF A LIE. It was so damn sexy. SO attractive that she had cleaned. I had to bbm her to confirm because even if it was my other room mate it's still not sexy. She's unsexyable. But DAYAM after confirmation my heart raced like I did an 100m sprint. "Let's make love" I wrote back only 1.5% joking. She said her mom's coming back this Saturday. I took that as in "If you want to you better hurry."
Ladies, being clean is something I took for granted. You girls who are clean are fine as hell. You girls with OCD....oh man, where do I even begin you sexy things you.
Yesterday I go home with excitement and I got juked. It was still gross. I go downstairs and drown myself in food because of the sorrow. Sigh, it hurts so much more when you expected it but nothing happens - so akin to asking women out. This morning I hear clashing. Was it Santa? Dude's a month and something late. I come up stairs after my shower to cook breakfast and it was marvelous. Everything was sparkling. Well it wasn't. It was still 10% messy but relatively it looked like a new car out of the dealership. WITH AN AURA.
My other room mate had cleaned almost everything. Garbage was even organized. Let me tell you. No, LET ME TELL YOU. I started fantasizing about her. NO WORD OF A LIE. It was so damn sexy. SO attractive that she had cleaned. I had to bbm her to confirm because even if it was my other room mate it's still not sexy. She's unsexyable. But DAYAM after confirmation my heart raced like I did an 100m sprint. "Let's make love" I wrote back only 1.5% joking. She said her mom's coming back this Saturday. I took that as in "If you want to you better hurry."
Ladies, being clean is something I took for granted. You girls who are clean are fine as hell. You girls with OCD....oh man, where do I even begin you sexy things you.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Chew on My Thoughts; They have more flavor than yours.
1. People's definition of "relationship" is funny and amusing. People's definition of "friend" is too. What's really objective in this world? God's love perhaps; and only that.
2. Is it bad that I don't fear or panic? Probably not. I have enough faith not to trip balls over things. Where's the bad? I don't fully understand it when other people do. It seems so trivial...I try my best to understand it but I just can't "get" it. I hope they see and appreciate my effort.
3. I've realized that I will do anything to make a point. Including but not limited to living in a house that's full of garbage. I've started my own separate garbage bin in my basement =).
4. My standards in women have dropped. If you do laundry and fold it after come right in. Let me romance you over some wine and dinner. Let you romance me by doing the above.
5. Point 4 was a joke. Had your hopes up didn't you?
6. I'm really excited for the next few weeks. Lots of eating and gospel concert?! I expect some mindblowing epicness to be honest.
7. No hockey this Saturday...what the heck do I do with my life?!
8. People let age get in the way of too many things that could be beautiful: an adventure, chasing a dream, living out faith and a relationship that should be.
9. Embrace the beauty that God gave you. Tired of all these misleading facebook pictures man. If you're reaaaaally not good looking then use my profile pictures. At least they're funny.
10. Unadultered thoughts make anyone seem like an asshole. It's not just me ok? You try it and let me know if you look better. We're ugly creatures. Appreciate the grace given by Jesus.
Peace out =)
+ I'm listening to Glee version of New York. These people should not rap - ever. EVER. Unless in season 4 a black guy gets added to the cast.
2. Is it bad that I don't fear or panic? Probably not. I have enough faith not to trip balls over things. Where's the bad? I don't fully understand it when other people do. It seems so trivial...I try my best to understand it but I just can't "get" it. I hope they see and appreciate my effort.
3. I've realized that I will do anything to make a point. Including but not limited to living in a house that's full of garbage. I've started my own separate garbage bin in my basement =).
4. My standards in women have dropped. If you do laundry and fold it after come right in. Let me romance you over some wine and dinner. Let you romance me by doing the above.
5. Point 4 was a joke. Had your hopes up didn't you?
6. I'm really excited for the next few weeks. Lots of eating and gospel concert?! I expect some mindblowing epicness to be honest.
7. No hockey this Saturday...what the heck do I do with my life?!
8. People let age get in the way of too many things that could be beautiful: an adventure, chasing a dream, living out faith and a relationship that should be.
9. Embrace the beauty that God gave you. Tired of all these misleading facebook pictures man. If you're reaaaaally not good looking then use my profile pictures. At least they're funny.
10. Unadultered thoughts make anyone seem like an asshole. It's not just me ok? You try it and let me know if you look better. We're ugly creatures. Appreciate the grace given by Jesus.
Peace out =)
+ I'm listening to Glee version of New York. These people should not rap - ever. EVER. Unless in season 4 a black guy gets added to the cast.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Shut The F#(K Up
Last year there was an entry called types of dumbasses. See, dumbasses are ok as long as they stay non verbal about it. That way it masks their dumbassity and we don't have suffer from it. This mannerism is like the good mannerism of fat girls that will not wear a 2 piece on a beach because they don't want to flaunt their extra flesh. Or be labeled a beached whale by the general public. Well good for them because they know they will be judged. Smart.
Dumbasses on the other hand have this theory that the will will not/we should not judge them. Oh, and when people do judge them they bust out the line "You can't judge me; only God can judge me" thinking that quoting Tupac makes you a philosophical poet. No. It makes you a dumbass. Shut the f#(k up and save yourself from looking like a dumbasshole (that's dumbass + asshole in case you're a dumbass and happened to land on this page). Then I'll have other Christians tell me I can't judge people. Are you serious? Do you understand the concept of judge? Just because I think someone's an idiot does not mean I think they're going to hell. THAT'S judgement that Tupac and the bible talks about. Not me making a conscious decision on another human being and tagging them with an adjective/noun.
Are you not judging when you ground your kids for doing something DUMB? What about when you're mad at your bf/gf? Do you tell me I can't judge people when I say they're smart? Beautiful? Charming? Kind? Nope. Because those are positive judgement. Our society likes sweeping shit under the rug because oh God forbid we should change something about ourselves. Yea, instead of making ourselves less like a dumbass when we clearly are we'd like it better if the other person would shut the f#(k up. No. You shut the f#(k up. If you weren't a dumbass I wouldn't be needing to shut the f#(k up right? Because I'd be saying "well shucks, you're just a pleasant human being. You're dandy." Yea. No problem there.
Oh shoot, CNN just reported there's a bus in Toronto that's really loud and obnoxious. Demographics in the bus is composed of 60% African Canadians and 35% Chinese Canadians and 5% Whites. Holy shit. Sound the alarms. Black people are complaining everywhere because people said they're loud and obnoxious. Chinese people would be complaining too but they don't understand English because all they do is hang out at pmall and speak whatever the hell type of Chinese they spoke in China. White people are just fine and dandy. They aren't complaining they got called White instead of Caucasian Canadian. Good job White people. You guys are awesome for that. Man our society's so racist isn't it? Reporting true things just makes us racist. Got to beat around the bush with descriptions and stuff because people were slaves 400 years ago. Well shit you Africans raided the whole world when you were roaming around how many thousand years ago. I demand some compensation man.
You ever hear colored people complain they got hired at a corporation because they were colored? Nope. That's positive racism. No problem there. So quit complaining when another truth gets pointed out and you happen to fit it. Please, shut the f#(k up.
Lastly, I'd like to finish off this polished essay, which in no way is a rant, with the example of a formal colleague (we both went to Schulich). So this guy posts on his facebook status (this is so serious I'm giving it its own paragraph break because I'm dramatic like that):
"I don`t go to York University, I do go to Schulich: I wish all "York" graduates really understand this! I makes me extremely unpleasant!"
Holy shit man. Are you serious? That's one smug dumbass. Thank God he's Korean (high five to the 2 Chinese people I know). No seriously, I'm so Koreanized I feel embarrassed still.
A: "What university did you attend"
Dumbass (D): "Schulich"
A: "That's a program in a university you D"
Well shit. Don't you feel smart? This kid also screwed over Leo's group in the biggest project of the year in freshman year. This kid was already a bottom dweller in Schulich and has the guts to post something like that on facebook. If you ever land on this page please let me know. Msg me or whatever I'd like to tell you how epic fail you are. You sir are an 100% certified triple A prime example of a good piece of dumbass burger. Would you like fries with that?
Dumbasses on the other hand have this theory that the will will not/we should not judge them. Oh, and when people do judge them they bust out the line "You can't judge me; only God can judge me" thinking that quoting Tupac makes you a philosophical poet. No. It makes you a dumbass. Shut the f#(k up and save yourself from looking like a dumbasshole (that's dumbass + asshole in case you're a dumbass and happened to land on this page). Then I'll have other Christians tell me I can't judge people. Are you serious? Do you understand the concept of judge? Just because I think someone's an idiot does not mean I think they're going to hell. THAT'S judgement that Tupac and the bible talks about. Not me making a conscious decision on another human being and tagging them with an adjective/noun.
Are you not judging when you ground your kids for doing something DUMB? What about when you're mad at your bf/gf? Do you tell me I can't judge people when I say they're smart? Beautiful? Charming? Kind? Nope. Because those are positive judgement. Our society likes sweeping shit under the rug because oh God forbid we should change something about ourselves. Yea, instead of making ourselves less like a dumbass when we clearly are we'd like it better if the other person would shut the f#(k up. No. You shut the f#(k up. If you weren't a dumbass I wouldn't be needing to shut the f#(k up right? Because I'd be saying "well shucks, you're just a pleasant human being. You're dandy." Yea. No problem there.
Oh shoot, CNN just reported there's a bus in Toronto that's really loud and obnoxious. Demographics in the bus is composed of 60% African Canadians and 35% Chinese Canadians and 5% Whites. Holy shit. Sound the alarms. Black people are complaining everywhere because people said they're loud and obnoxious. Chinese people would be complaining too but they don't understand English because all they do is hang out at pmall and speak whatever the hell type of Chinese they spoke in China. White people are just fine and dandy. They aren't complaining they got called White instead of Caucasian Canadian. Good job White people. You guys are awesome for that. Man our society's so racist isn't it? Reporting true things just makes us racist. Got to beat around the bush with descriptions and stuff because people were slaves 400 years ago. Well shit you Africans raided the whole world when you were roaming around how many thousand years ago. I demand some compensation man.
You ever hear colored people complain they got hired at a corporation because they were colored? Nope. That's positive racism. No problem there. So quit complaining when another truth gets pointed out and you happen to fit it. Please, shut the f#(k up.
Lastly, I'd like to finish off this polished essay, which in no way is a rant, with the example of a formal colleague (we both went to Schulich). So this guy posts on his facebook status (this is so serious I'm giving it its own paragraph break because I'm dramatic like that):
"I don`t go to York University, I do go to Schulich: I wish all "York" graduates really understand this! I makes me extremely unpleasant!"
Holy shit man. Are you serious? That's one smug dumbass. Thank God he's Korean (high five to the 2 Chinese people I know). No seriously, I'm so Koreanized I feel embarrassed still.
A: "What university did you attend"
Dumbass (D): "Schulich"
A: "That's a program in a university you D"
Well shit. Don't you feel smart? This kid also screwed over Leo's group in the biggest project of the year in freshman year. This kid was already a bottom dweller in Schulich and has the guts to post something like that on facebook. If you ever land on this page please let me know. Msg me or whatever I'd like to tell you how epic fail you are. You sir are an 100% certified triple A prime example of a good piece of dumbass burger. Would you like fries with that?
Thursday, January 6, 2011
What's a New Years Resolution?
I love looking at everyone's new year resolutions. From people I know well to people I barely know at all, facebook seems to inform me about all they plan to do. I read some and I chuckle.
I find it hilariously sad that it takes a new year to define some resolutions. I don't get it at all. Is it some sort of cultural thing? I'm pretty counter culture so I find it pretty weird.
Anyway, 2011 will be a big year. I said I'll start maxing out on life after missions - just so happens its the beginning of the new year. Don't get it twisted though: my journey to success isn't some sort of a new year resolution. This is a lifetime resolve.
By the power of the Holy Spirit I shall succeed.
Read that twice. Think about it. We forget to acknowledge that power don't we?
I find it hilariously sad that it takes a new year to define some resolutions. I don't get it at all. Is it some sort of cultural thing? I'm pretty counter culture so I find it pretty weird.
Anyway, 2011 will be a big year. I said I'll start maxing out on life after missions - just so happens its the beginning of the new year. Don't get it twisted though: my journey to success isn't some sort of a new year resolution. This is a lifetime resolve.
By the power of the Holy Spirit I shall succeed.
Read that twice. Think about it. We forget to acknowledge that power don't we?
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