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~ vendredi, décembre 27, 2002 ~

Does anybody really know themselves? I'm gonna cut all the flowery talk for this blog because I really want to address this little situation. Ok, isn't it interesting that we seem to know most of our own good points, but other people know our bad points better than we do? You know there's that saying... "Nobody knows me, like me". Perhaps that's true but I think that there's another side to it too... "Nobody knows me, like you."
What if all of what we think is good about ourselves isn't really good at all... what if we were all living under the illusions of ourselves? When I say I'm not a humble person, you know that I probably believe that I am, but a humble person really doesn't know he/she is humble. It's a paradox. You can't be humble and know that you are. If you know it, then you aren't really humble, but hmm... conceited i guess... and that's me! I thought I was humble... I am humble. But it took a friend... a very good friend to realize that I was conceited... ok, maybe not conceited...but vain. Yes, that's the word she used, vain. I knew I was humble... so I wasn't... no wait, I'm humble but I'm not... I'm trying to make you think i am humble...trying because i'm not...but i know that i am... ok, goodness, i'm getting a headache... my head is spinning... i'm going to go take a nap... this blog was a big messy flop... I am sooo sorry for wasting your time... i'll probably delete this.. or edit it or something later, er... excuse me... oh shoot, i was supposed to address a little situation wasn't I? Argh... damn tangents... ok here, let me leave you with a question... What if a very good friend of yours accused you of something and you don't believe it and it ends up being true? How do you change? Or, will you even try to change? Hmm...

~Benjamin 12/27/2002 07:01:00 PM

~ mercredi, décembre 25, 2002 ~

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! I have just returned from Midnight Mass and I am soo joyful! Full of energy!!! I am soo happy!!! Words fail to express the pride and joy I am experiencing right now! It was such a beautiful mass!!! There was caroling and ceremonial blessing and... wow! I felt the presence of something greater than us. I promise I heard a baby cry... Nobody else noticed? Oh whatever, I hope everybody is having such a wonderful time! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!! Joyeaux Noël! Feliz Navidad! Maligayang Pasko! Christmas Id Mubarak! Bon Natali! Gleðileg Jól og Farsaelt Komandi ár! Rõõmsaid Jõulupühi! Glædelig Jul! Selamat Hari Natal! Schéi Krëschtdeeg! Chuc Mung Giang Sinh! ...

~Benjamin 12/25/2002 12:34:00 AM

~ mardi, décembre 24, 2002 ~

Just a thought... Does anybody who read my blog ever see the other features of it? I mean, the bar on the left? The stuff at the very bottom? Just wondering... because there is stuff down there too you know. =) k, Merry Christmas everyone!!!

~Benjamin 12/24/2002 02:20:00 PM

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except me because I can't freakin sleep because I am sooo excited! Oh my goodness, Christmas Eve is tonight!!! I'm off to midnight mass later- I love Christmas, but you probably already know that.
Oh my goodness, what is wrong with the world!? One of my father's co-workers made fun of us and criticized us because we celebrate Christmas! She had the nerve to criticize our carols too! She was like, "Why do you listen to that ugly music? I hate that Christmas music and I don't like Christmas!" Well! Thank you! I suppose everyone is entitled to their own opinions, but goodness! She was just as bad as those Witnesses who came to our door and told us not to celebrate Christmas or we would go to hell, or something like that... What is this world coming to? Christmas, even for those who don't celebrate it, is a time of love... That's what it's really all about! It's a time for celebrating, and joy, and charity, and most especially, love. For Christians, it's even more but it's still about love. It always has... even in the pagan days it was. Now enough, stop reading this blog and let's go out and try to love one another! Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!

~Benjamin 12/24/2002 02:15:00 PM

~ dimanche, décembre 22, 2002 ~

Goodness! Black-tie dinner affair at the Hilton tonight! I'm going to starve myself today until supper then. Anyway, so yeah, I'm going to my mother's annual company Christmas Party tonight and I am really looking foreward to it. They hold it in the classiest of restaurants. Speaking of class, I very much look forward to the tea social at the Khan Estate too. I've always wanted to go to a tea social. I'm probably the only guy who ever desired to do such a thing. The closest I have ever been to a tea social is a tea party with my little girly cousins and they've grown and now they're a bit odd. Goodness, I hope it wasn't my play-doh cookies. Anyway, this blog has nothing to do whatsoever with anything at all. I'm just blogging for the heck of it. Maybe I'll just edit this blog later into something worth reading... Until then, Happy Christmas! or Kwanzaa, or Hannukah, er... yeah.

~Benjamin 12/22/2002 12:50:00 PM

After reading a few blogs this morning, I was prompted to go through my box of memories. I walked to my chambre, came to my special hiding place and took out my dusty little keeper, which I recieved from a friend, a long, long time ago. It was a small box but its contents were big. Very, very big. I looked through my souvenirs and memoric affairs... searching for nothing in particular except a memory, which I could return to. Real* nostalgia was the objective of my quest. I read old notes and not-so-old lettres and my eyes were suddenly overcome by a cool, moist flow. I wondered how different my life could be if I had pursued a stupid emotion, a small dream, a special person. I don't know if I should feel regretful or if I should feel contented. All I know is that, whether I should or not, I feel nostalgic about the way things were, the feelings I had; and I feel wonder at the way things could be, the emotions I hold; and I feel it all here... <3 (Sorry, it's a heart distorted by the life's fonts)

~Benjamin 12/22/2002 12:51:00 AM

En memoire de Floy Catabas (1932-2002)