The Story of Kyle

I know this may be one of the oldest chain emails forwarded from person to person many years ago. But as I was cleaning up my home office, I came about this newspaper article I cut out and kept that featured the Story of Kyle. And since I was cleaning up but didn't want to let go of this story, I'll post it here just to keep me reminded of this wonderful story and clean up the crap cluttering my home.

So here it goes:

Notes to Self

I saw friend of mine with a book called "Notes to Self" by Hugh Prather and I have to say I liked it. So I'm sharing with you some of the quotes in the book.

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The way to live is to have no way. My only habit should be to have none. Because I did it this way before is sufficient reason not to do it this way today.

To live my life for results would be to sentence myself to continuous frustration and to hang over my head the threat of death may at any moment make my having lived a waste.

My only sure reward is in my actions and not from them. The quality of my reward is in the depth of my response, the centralness of the part of me I act from.

The most realistic attitude for me to have toward future consequences is "it will be interesting to see what happens."

Late Night

It's been less than a week since my last night out. It's been a while since I last saw them. And will probably take as long to see them again. With all of us currently working, and on different shifts and schedules, we're all pretty much drowned by our own busy-ness (business?). Last night was the night to simply get back together and talk. Simple, yet great nevertheless.

Got to Shang a little early. Had nothing to do but window shop. Then a text message. Got to meet S. Upstairs I went and bumped with her. I was starving, so was she... well, almost.

Went to PG13 at the Pavillion. Nice place, so-so food. Went back to Shang to meet with L. Walked around while waiting for M and A. S had a craving and found Cerealicious before the place closed.

The Parfait looked scrupmtuous. And so were the splits and the crepes. Shit! But just had my usual, a regular serving of Cashewblanca with vanill ice cream. Yum.

Got the message from M and met him at Edsa Shang. Went to Paparazzi and had an Italian dinner. Both S and I were full. But the complimentary breads were delightful. and the Gelato, WTF? 480 for something that small?