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"In retrospection, maybe I should just cease flirting with the danger of allowing such evil desecrated thoughts of following one's dreams and pursuing one's ideals to creep into my mind or subsist. What if such iniquity ultimately ravaged me or if I hopped the twig trying?That was a thought forever on my mind. Perhaps I simply just think too much and should just throw myself into it and do it. Or maybe, I should completely just abstain from such kind of malevolent and dissolute 'vice' that only aimed at besmirching one's judgment and blighting one's subconscious, like the opulence and sublunary of material comfort or even opiate, I thought, for such supercilious things, as dreams and ideals, though sublime, were only meant for the truly privileged and chosen. Suddenly overwhelmedwith feelings of contrition and inadequacy, I felt as if so undeserving of what I desired, as if it was a crime to dream, as if dreaming was a debauched act of blasphemy, as if I was a sinner and ought to be crucified, although I always believed that every empire started out from one single little dream too.
Perhaps, it was only when one did what one reviled and learned how to overcome such negative feelings of odium, by accepting it as their bad karma or ill-fate, and accepting the fatality of never ever realizing one's true potential, then only would one truly be deserving of success. Maybe only then would one really become successful. And maybe perhaps only then would one find true lasting happiness.
Anyway, this was what the standard education system at school, work, home and life at large had taught us all along—which they all sometimes called it ‘discipline’ and ‘hard work’, which of course anyone would know, but they never seemed to stress enough of all other things else as dreams and aspirations. Their focus and stress point always only seemed to be on the secondary things, so much so, that the crucial things, the gist, the fundaments of us as living beings were completely left out, forgotten and never brought up again as the years go by, though that was just the process rather than any cause or effect. Why was it so impossible for them to see the big picture? as I thought, deplorably, while suddenly having mixed feelings of disappointment and frustration welling up inside me. Perhaps, maybe that was why all those people around me such as my dull and monotonous teachers in school, my blank and emotionless bosses and ex-bosses and colleagues at work and the rest of the seemingly dying but yet undead life at large never once spoken about dreams, about aspirations, not that I was even able to remember or recall.
Maybe their brittle exteriors were just a mask to hide their hidden anger and frustration, and that their insouciance and nonchalance were simply but a result of their own dreams unfulfilled or dreams that never even exist in the first place because their souls were simply too young to realize and actualize their true purpose in life, but instead, they’re like as good as mere re-embodiment of lonely souls and discontented spirits wandering at large. Unlike old matured souls who had undergone reincarnations for centuries, every century, one life time after another life time, young souls were probably stuck in some lifetime for a long time refusing to part and move on, hence, even when they eventually personified, their minds would remain shallow, unenlightened, unresolved, grudging, and ignoble—hence the existence of bigotry, prejudice, hatred, revenge, racism or discrimination of sorts –mainly human defects and imperfections perceived as societal problems. Maybe, I should just take the easier path of following into the exemplary footsteps of my pioneers before me, and not try to be different, not try to be a schmick schmuck. After all, they had been there and done that so their words were supposed to be tested and simply inveterate.
Going against tradition, convention or crossing onto unchartered boundaries may mean treading on deadly grounds and one might end up getting my foot blown to bits. But yet, it was in the thrill from the danger of such unknown that often seemed so fascinating and breath-taking. Perhaps, I should not try to institute something on my very own accord, without corroboration or approval from certain unexplainable universal calculation or cosmic configuration that was way beyond my worldly comprehension, anyway for as a form of cataclysmic consequences, I might suffer the infinity of chastisement and denunciation for being so arrogant, defiant and brash. As such, for my very own good, perhaps maybe the best was just doing nothing, and simply just wait for opportunity to come knocking on my doors, though as dopy and inane as it all may sound.
All these were the kind of annoying wraithlike intonation that my unguarded mind would unconsciously recite upon, repeatedly, especially in moments of self-doubt, or when things eventually derailed, and conniving skeptics, critics and cynics started stoning me with what seemed like irreverence and profanity rather than good advices, pitching me off my guard, and off my track. Intransigently, it would always tick me off whenever that happened, proving to all those skeptics, cynics and critics once again, they were right.
All these thwarted and twisted thoughts and beliefs had developed over years of accumulation from the influence of environment and intravenously already diffused into my belief-system so may take longer than just overnight to modify or reform if I ever wanted to follow my own heart's desire. As such, in postulation, I felt that for me to hold on to something for dear life and never let go, either a miracle must happen or it must be destined and then nobody and nothing would be able to swerve me off my course or oust me. Then again, perhaps they were right after all as I thought in sudden total resignation. What was the point in trying? Life was fated, everything was, exactly how much we ate, how much we drank, how much money we would have in this lifetime. It was all fated!" by ozuru with plenty of sighs
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Ok now, i think i should try to clear a few frightening misconceptions about this huge monsterous lizard Iguana, u just saw, that looks like Godzilla..This ginormous quirky Iguana may look scary or even ugly to some people at first but its actually quite cute and comely and very docile and peaceful unlike those predatory lizards in the wild that can be quite shallow and inadequate inside, exhibiting all the streaks of a wild animal, but Iguanas are not like that as they do not snare or scare or attack or pull on a kamikaze stun when under pressure or provoked like those other lizards as tree lizards, komodo dragons etc which are canivores. This one is a herbivore and if properly domesticated, it is capable of responding affectionately upon human contact liken to a pet dog and the best thing is that it won't bite!
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This is Yohji Ozuru, the first and most endearing character I created in conjunction with SDCC.
Enter the world of a mysterious 4000 years old science..
According to the National Assessment of Educational Progress, the lack of basic education often leads to high school dropouts and illiteracy evident in the adult population in many countries. The stigma of not being able to read or having difficulty pronouncing words may cause problems with self-image and self-confidence. When a child learns phonics, it can build his confidence, so he begins to speak up more often. This will contribute and help them greatly in the development of their leadership and management skills in future when they grow up.
I remember Mark Twain once said..
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
"In retrospection, maybe I should just cease flirting with the danger of allowing such evil desecrated thoughts of following one's dreams and pursuing one's ideals to creep into my mind or subsist. What if such iniquity ultimately ravaged me or if I hopped the twig trying? That was a thought forever on my mind. Perhaps I simply just think too much and should just throw myself into it and do it. Or maybe, I should completely just abstain from such kind of malevolent and dissolute 'vice' that only aimed at besmirching one's judgment and blighting one's subconscious, like the opulence and sublunary of material comfort or even opiate, I thought, for such supercilious things, as dreams and ideals, though sublime, were only meant for the truly privileged and chosen. Suddenly overwhelmed with feelings of contrition and inadequacy, I felt as if so undeserving of what I desired, as if it was a crime to dream, as if dreaming was a debauched act of blasphemy, as if I was a sinner and ought to be crucified, although I always believed that every empire started out from one single little dream too. 
Perhaps, it was only when one did what one reviled and learned how to overcome such negative feelings of odium, by accepting it as their bad karma or ill-fate, and accepting the fatality of never ever realizing one's true potential, then only would one truly be deserving of success. Maybe only then would one really become successful. And maybe perhaps only then would one find true lasting happiness. 
Anyway, this was what the standard education system at school, work, home and life at large had taught us all along—which they all sometimes called it ‘discipline’ and ‘hard work’, which of course anyone would know, but they never seemed to stress enough of all other things else as dreams and aspirations. Their focus and stress point always only seemed to be on the secondary things, so much so, that the crucial things, the gist, the fundaments of us as living beings were completely left out, forgotten and never brought up again as the years go by, though that was just the process rather than any cause or effect. Why was it so impossible for them to see the big picture? as I thought, deplorably, while suddenly having mixed feelings of disappointment and frustration welling up inside me. Perhaps, maybe that was why all those people around me such as my dull and monotonous teachers in school, my blank and emotionless bosses and ex-bosses and colleagues at work and the rest of the seemingly dying but yet undead life at large never once spoken about dreams, about aspirations, not that I was even able to remember or recall. 
Going against tradition, convention or crossing onto unchartered boundaries may mean treading on deadly grounds and one might end up getting my foot blown to bits. But yet, it was in the thrill from the danger of such unknown that often seemed so fascinating and breath-taking. Perhaps, I should not try to institute something on my very own accord, without corroboration or approval from certain unexplainable universal calculation or cosmic configuration that was way beyond my worldly comprehension, anyway for as a form of cataclysmic consequences, I might suffer the infinity of chastisement and denunciation for being so arrogant, defiant and brash. As such, for my very own good, perhaps maybe the best was just doing nothing, and simply just wait for opportunity to come knocking on my doors, though as dopy and inane as it all may sound. 
