Visualizing Faith

Must start seeing mustard seed: Matthew 13:31-32 
³¹ He told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. ³² Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.”

Reflection: 
It has always been hard to grasp and visualize faith for me even with ample examples in the bible. But over the past year I've come to realize an interesting take I'd like to share with all of you. I hope I won't lose you in my convoluted mind  but let's try to visualize our life as a white empty room. That is the moment we are born.

Time passes by and we start filling our room with people we love or things we value. We decorate the walls with fancy wall papers; buy a closet and fill it with clothes we like, shoes, watches, cars or about anything that makes us happy. After all, it is our room. Somewhere along our life, we accept Christ and we're given this thing the size of a mustard seed called faith. This is why those who come to faith earlier may have an easier time accessing their spirituality - their rooms were less filled and it's much easier spotting the mustard seed. But even then, it is so small and we don't quite understand its value compared to all the other things we gathered in our room so we stash it away somewhere. We grow older and continue to pile our room with work papers, relationships that come and go, maybe a couple ipads and a few trophies to show our achievements that we're proud of.We are convinced that when we invite someone into our room that they will be so impressed with the possessions that we own or relationships that we've established.

Yet in reality those outside of your room jealously look in hoping you'd let them in. Your rooms too crowded so of course you have to be selective about who you let in. Those in the room...are they in the room because you're there? Or the things inside of it? One can seldom answer that question confidently. Who is really impressed by your room but yourself?

But to anyone who's been on a missions trip, myself included, and came back humbly admitting that "there's something different there"  regarding the level connection we felt with God and the people. The reason why so many people go back over and over...well that's because when we are on the missions trip we were invited into THEIR home.

The hungering people, the "less fortunate" with a room filled of white...when we walked into their room we see a tree. We can't identify it because while our faith is buried somewhere under our possessions, the missionaries and local believers there have nurtured theirs into a tree. 

Challenge:
Jesus did not tell people to drop all their belongings nor did he say discard all your wealth without any basis. It is those things in the room that Jesus knew would tempt us away from nurturing the seed of faith. Am I saying to clean our your room? No that is unrealistic to me in my current level of faith. But I am saying that we should not be displaying our possessions and such as the centerpiece to our room.

Let us find that seed again: those who've accepted Christ MUST have it. If you feel that you don't it is not because you do no possess it; it's buried deep below somewhere. Just as cleaning a room is tedious so is cleaning our perspectives. But once we find that seed, friends let us plant it firmly in the center of the room and let us cultivate it so that the seed will flourish. Do you know why Jesus said mustard seed and not any other tree seed? Mustard trees are neither big nor tall, commonly seen as strength in OUR standards: mustard trees spread like wild fire when nurtured and the mustard seed was critical sustenance for life. The hope of of it all is that when we invite someone into our room they can go back to theirs - with a mustard seed stuck to their shoe.

Faith or Fail

Faith or Fail: Hebrews 11:1

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.

Reflection:

In our years hearing pastors preach on what faith means, we've undoubtedly heard the classics such as faith without works is dead, actions with faith makes it perfect, and we live by faith not by sight. Stories such as Abraham bringing Isaac, his child, to be sacrificed paint a picture of faith. But really, who is going to be putting that test of faith into our lives now? More commonly so, we deal with disappointments in "Oh I tried everything but I can't lose weight at all!" or "I studied so hard for this test and I failed..." Maybe "this relationship won't work out...we just don't get each other."

What we need to understand first is our human nature. The term hyperbolic discounting describes our tendency to undervalue rewards begotten in the future versus overvaluing presents we can get today. Humans need a reward in order to convince them through a time of tribulation or simply put - invest time and effort. If we do not see the light at the end of the tunnel why go through the walk? It's completely logical and understandable but at the same time it directly goes against scripture concerning faith based actions. The simple fact of believing in the Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit AND striving to be like Christ in order to be with the Father for eternity is 1) to be identified Christian and 2) going through a very tough life with no proof that this reward exists. 

For those who are "Christian," this is the model in which we operate our lives, on a all encompassing sort of way but we often ignore the details. For one, we often complain a great deal on failures that we tried so hard for success. Too many times we THINK we have exhausted all of our efforts and FAITHFULLY acted for success.

There are many times people would tell me they tried everything but just cannot lose weight and keep it off. I see them bike at less than walking pace on a stationary bike for 15 minutes and crash diet for a month. Students complain about missing a grade they were hoping for...I see them study furiously one to two days before the exam. I see couples say they try everything yet when an argument erupts neither people would shut up and listen to the other. It's comical what WE identify as "trying." 

Often times than not we don't act faithfully because the reward is too far and we aren't sure if our efforts will result in what we hope for. Start studying at day one of the term? Exam's not until 4 months later. That 90% I'm hoping for is so far away. I'd rather hang out with friends because I know I'll enjoy my time. Yet two days before the exam suddenly that 90% looks like gold. Hanging out with friends? Not worth a thing to me right now. Proper exercise and nutrition means 4 months of hard work to maybe lose a few inches? How about crash diet for a week and lose 20lbs? Sign me up because I know I'll fit into those jeans. A relationship takes hard work for a life time? Let's just look for someone else because honeymoon phase always feels nice.

Daily Challenge

It's not coincidental that many Satanic cults have the belief of seeking instant pleasure over all else. It's not coincidental that Christianity seeks ultimate reward post enduring trials and tribulations. But what's funny is that humans seek instant pleasure whilst still expecting ultimate reward. Interesting wouldn't you say?

If God knows our hearts and needs before we do; and if our actions depict our faith, then wouldn't you agree that cramming in itself shows little faith of our knowledge? Exercising half-heartedly shows our lack of desire for change? Expecting to be heard but refusing to hear shows zero effort?

Often times people say "take the leap of faith"...Let's stop walking to the ledge and call that an effort while expecting to magically appear across the gap. Let's actually make the leap not knowing if we'll land on our feet. Even if we fall, I dare say God will catch us from the other side.

He is not hiding; We are not seeking.

He is not hiding; We are not seeking: 1 John 4:7 
 
Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God

Reflection:

A while ago Pastor Darrick preached and used "Where's Waldo" as an anecdote to our relationship with God. I decided to read and play the actual book because I remembered as a kid how frustrating it was. Quickly I realized nothing's really changed as I struggle to find Waldo's signature hat, glasses and sweater. After a bit of reflection I've come to realize that God is indeed similar to Waldo and is elusive to us in many ways. However, as with anything in life, we can approach a problem aimlessly or do so in a strategic manner.

For so many churches and pastors stress and focus our need to find God that it becomes almost a command without instructions. We stare into the pages of life stressing to find God. Unlike Waldo God is not hiding from us. That is never God's purpose for He is simply amongst us. Like Waldo, when we seek God we look for His signature miracles, healing, and answer to prayers. I dare assume that when we read Where's Waldo, not many of us ever paid attention to all the colorful and entertaining characters other than him that the author created. We are so tunnel visioned by Waldo because humans are creatures that need to feel accomplished and fulfilled. Our objective driven minds didn't stop to enjoy the rest of the book...we just want results - right now.

The ironic part of it all is when we stop to appreciate all of the other characters and the entertaining things they're doing we are guaranteed to find Waldo.  If we approach finding Waldo in such manner we might be pleasantly surprised by how much more enjoyable the book really is. I started to stop looking for Waldo all together. Yes, it took me longer to find him on some pages I must admit. But I was never frustrated nor ever thought of giving up. In the journey of finding Waldo I've chuckled and laughed through looking into the lives of all the other characters.

Challenge: 
It's funny how sometimes we think just because we are focused on finding God that we will find Him. God planned our lives and placed Himself in it along with everyone else that's in our lives. The people we meet, things we experience and emotions we go through were never meant hide Him. Its intent was for us to grow, learn and enjoy. If we unfocus our compulsion for direct results and simply love and appreciate all the people and situations God had authored...well, we just may find Him yet.

The Street is Silent

The Street is Silent: Proverbs 15:13-14 ESV 

A glad heart makes a cheerful face, but by sorrow of heart the spirit is crushed. The heart of him who has understanding seeks knowledge, but the mouths of fools feed on folly

Reflection:

Last Friday as I was leaving from my work's Christmas lunch I hear on the radio of the heart wrenching horror in Sandy Hook. In an instant  my face was no longer cheerful as sorrow filled my heart. I literally felt crushed.

During my drive home I imagine myself in the shoes of the teachers, parents, and children. Sadness? Hopelessness? Courage? Broken? Sure...all of those I felt. Sadly any feelings were blanketed by rage and anger. I was shaking. I turn off the radio because the Christmas music was making me tremble with fury. Those kids probably walked into school that morning innocently pondering what mommy and daddy got them for Christmas. They don't even quite understand what love is yet but they know they can't wait to share that day with their family. The parents probably spent days looking into what to make their kids happy on Christmas and where the best hiding spot is. But they'll never know.

Slowly I park my car as tears come down and I am angry with God. I am angry at the shooter. I am angry at his parents.

Really though, what is the point of being angry at anyone? Would my anger revive the dead? Would my anger at God change His plans? Would my anger make anyone better off? No my anger is foolish and so is everyone else's.

We can point our fingers and blame the lack of gun control, we can go on for hours on how the killer was a heartless psycho and we can say it was out of anyone's control. We will do all we can to disassociate the possibility that we had anything to do with it. Lanza isn't the first and he won't be the last unless we, and by we I don't mean everyone else in society other than ourselves, do something about it.

I slow my thoughts down and put myself in the shoes of Lanza. Adam was literally the embodiment of anger mixed with hatred and separation. It's easy to label him as just another monster. But I wonder if he must have sustained insurmountable pain for a very long time to have done something like this. He is not Jesus. He is not capable of bearing all of that and overcoming it. 

Yes he was awkward. Don't we know someone that's awkward? Even worse he was creepy. Don't we know someone that's a little creepy? More unbearable was that he just couldn't connect with people. Don't we know someone that just doesn't seem to have friends? But what do we do? We disassociate with those people. They can stay awkward, creepy and alone because I don't want to show them any love. It's too much burden on me.

I am angry at myself. I am one of those people that decided to stay away from Lanza. Multiply that by the size of a town and that was Adam's "life." On that Friday we've lost our cheerful faces and were exposed to a crushed spirit because of Adam. But because of us, I dare say Adam had long lost his cheerful face: his spirit, long crushed before ours.

I ponder had only one person truly connected with Adam; if fate would have changed, not only for himself but the lives he took.

Challenge: 
We meet people, see events and experience life; and to cope, we always compartmentalize the flurry of information on a daily basis. "That event was lame, not going ever. That was fun, let's doing it again. I hate this person, they're so awkward. I love that person, they're so like me." We compartmentalize and never let one seep into the other. But love can transcend our walls because it is the key that unlocks those compartments.  

Days like these need silence. Not a moment of silence for those who passed but silence to refrain our mouths from feeding hatred with hate. Instead it is with clear eyes that we ought to seek love which allows us to connect. When we connect we beget understanding. Those two are key pillars to healing not to just others but ourselves. For Christ did not defeat sin through the act of revival. Sin was defeated through Christ's love and revival was merely a metaphor. 

We cannot revive those who've perished. But with love we can revive hope and with hope a brighter tomorrow.


       

Word.S.unpoken for a Long Time

Stop Moving: Romans 9:20 
But who are you, O man, to answer back to God? Will what is molded say to its molder, “Why have you made me like this?”

Reflection: 

Don't we all question our self worth? All of us worry to some extent what other people think of us. Whether we want to admit it or not, if we have the courage to dig deep and admit this truth then we can also admit that somewhere along the line our opinions of our own self worth is intertwined with opinions from society. We strive and operate to be deemed not only socially acceptable but socially revered. Because at the end of the day we enjoy praise, just as God as we're made in His image.

But what happens when we fail? We destroy our self worth as social opinions weigh down on us. We subconsciously accept that our self worth is a function of our own opinions and the opinions of others. Somewhere along there we exclude God; because really, who hears God cheering them on every day?

But where is our faith? We are His canvas and he paints us. To any true artist, their work, no matter how socially accepted, is beauty in their own eyes. It's worth isn't monetary but in every bit of their journey and their experience. Every art piece is different. God does not make strokes or dashes without full confidence. God does not smear and botch details or shades. But we, the canvas, cannot sit still and accept God's work. We move and fidget and WANT God to paint the end product WE envision. We want to be revered as much as the Mona Lisa or be as hilarious as the Ecce Homo. But who are we to have the audacity to ask that for that? Should we not be grateful that a painter is pouring His life into us with joy?

Because we move and fidget and God brushes with decisive strokes we ourselves smudge the vision that God has for us. Correcting a mistake on a painting is hard work. He will do it. Shading is abrasive to the canvas and tiring to the painter. He will do it. Painting details require patience and care. He will do it.
The most difficult parts of painting is what makes it beautiful and timeless. It is also memory and experience shared between the art piece and the artist. From the moment our life begins to the moment it's finished, it is God's painting and his masterpiece to show. Whether other people hold any value to it is irrelevant to Him and we mustn't forget that.

Daily Challenge:
Sit still and let God paint. Hang on as the shading shreds the canvas. Pause and absorb the vision of God.

I won't Pretend to be Someone Else for All Time

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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 =).

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.

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. =)