Is Reading Minds Worth It?

We have seen mind reading pegs in the movies and now, we can finally do it in real life. Why not? But what if we cannot turn it off? Would you still take that chip?

It thrills me that I do not know what the future holds. Sure, I worry like most people but the thrill fuels me to take on more risks and challenges. Knowing what’s on other people’s minds would be a great deal, perhaps. But them, knowing what is on my mind? I would not like that. So what gives?

If reading their minds would also mean that they can read mine, my privacy is at stake. Well, it goes both ways. If the person I am interacting with also has that chip, our interaction would be in a biased state. Having that chip would make my life boring and would make me feel that I am dependent on other people’s thinking.

One might say that a person can get used to it through time but I don’t think I would. I am an individual who value privacy and secrecy at most. I won’t take my friend’s chip unless he reinvents it, where reading minds would be one way only. I would also remind him that people can read his mind, too, once he released his invention. Not good. Confidentiality will be thrown out of the window. No one would want that.

So, count me not. I think my friend’s chip will make my life boring and less thrilling. I would ask him to create another invention or reinvent it so that people can only read the good thoughts. At least, the whole world will experience having beautiful minds even if they don’t turn off that damn chip. 🙂

* Daily Prompt: Full Disclosure

What’s On Your Mind?

Nothing is on my mind except that I have a brain that tells me to sleep after eating. But how can I sleep when I am so busy finishing my tasks? And another busy person who happens to be my colleague is Anna. She is the last person I saw before reading Daily Post’s prompt: Whether it’s a family member, a coworker, or a total stranger, write a post about what that person is thinking right now.

I respect what other people think so I decided not to be consumed with assumptions. Even if Anna is my friend, I don’t want to disturb her silence by just asking nonsense stuff because she is darn busy. This post is important so I just asked her right away. So I asked her bluntly, “What’s on your mind?” Being the accomodating person that she is, she answered back. With that, I am indebted to her for this post.

“Nothing’s on my mind,” she said. I asked her again and again what pops into her head at this present moment. She’s just hoping that her hubby would strike 5 million for TOTO (lottery) today. But it is so hard to win the lottery. It’s just like punching the moon and standing on the water. On my mind, I hope I would win, too. She has no idea that her answer made me smile. Blame it to my shallow nature or my feeble mind but I am happy that she answered me for my question and that I was able to write about this post. It’s been quite awhile since I left my blog lurking with no recent posts.

My post today is very simple but the lesson that goes with it is profound, or so I thought. If you want to smile amidst all the hustle and bustle of life, talk to a friend. A short chit-chat with a friend would make your mind rest while cortisol levels are maintained and blood pressures become normal. And that’s just what I did now while inhaling and exhaling and writing this post.

Oh, by the way, after our conversation, she sent me this dancing panda. Isn’t she cool? 😀

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My heartfelt thanks, Anna. If this post gets freshly pressed, I am forever indebted to you. You deserve a real panda and a win for the lottery. 🙂

 

 

Idea

It all just came to me

And then it never left

Until it happened.

* Daily Prompt: Brain Wave

School

My so-called second world

Somehow prepared me

To a life of chaos.

* Daily Prompt: The New School

Our Planet

This is not another Elysium or Mars but a happy planet that is sustainable for everyone. I name it Our Planet. 😀

This photo is not a moon. It is a light in a darkened room which resembles Our Planet.

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* Daily Prompt: Interplanet Janet

An Escape and a Lesson

My neighbor called me up to say that my family’s house was robbed. He was so eager with his story and said that I come home right away to check and assess the situation. I looked at the wall clock hanging by my boss’ wall and realized that I am working late again. Overtime. Overworked but I have to finish my task and at that time, I was paid by the hour plus the differential pay when working past 9PM. My mind told me to just continue working because after all, what’s the point of hurrying back home when I am already robbed — er, we’re already robbed?

I got home around 1230AM and voila, what a sight to behold! From afar, it is like I can see our humble abode in broad daylight with all the big spotlights focused on our gate! Whopper barks endlessly and the police cannot get in through the front door. They are afraid that Whopper would bite. At the back door, the knob was already wrecked. That was the time when the other police and some of their assistants entered the house to check the robbers. A total of 4 were found but only 2 of them were caught.

At the precinct, I saw the 2 robbers and to my disgust, the other robber is a minor. Obviously, the older bastard got the kid to do the crime with him with the promise that whatever they get would be divided in half. The robbers are both bruised but the older one was using a borrowed clutch because he fell from the second floor when the police was running after him. I filed the case after that, freed the kid so that he could have a chance at life. The hearing continued and every two months and I am seeing the robber’s face and I realized how much the whole thing sucks. The so-called fiasco lasted for about 10 months and a half. Then, the case was dismissed. It was dismissed all because my witnesses are afraid to speak up, for fear that they will be the next victim. I just assumed that they are entitled to their own reasons but grateful that one of them called the police to report the incident.

The robbers are freed and it was such a sweet escape to them. The witnesses didn’t show up and up to this point, I never knew them — that, too is an undefined escape. As for me, my escape boiled down to the fact that I will no longer think about what and why it happened. I lost the case but it is a blessing that I did not lose my mind. I am grateful that the pipe and wrench did not have the chance to hit my head on that fateful night. If I went home early before 9PM at that time, I would be either killed or raped. One thing’s for sure, I would never get to hug Whopper ever again. I also learned about forgiveness after that. See, there is always a good side to every bad story. 🙂

* Daily Prompt: By the Skin of Your Teeth

My Precious and My Number One

Out of all the beautiful persons I have known, I could say that for me, she is the most beautiful. Dette definitely tops my list of firsts: my first sister, first best friend, first bike buddy and almost all the first experiences I’ve had when we were kids. I am so lucky to have shared it with her. I am looking forward to see her soon. 🙂

Photo of my number one, my über beautiful sister, au naturel taken by our good and loving friend, Trixie.

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* Daily Prompt: My Precious

* Daily Prompt: My Number One

In Silence

In the dark

I shivered from afar

For you are no longer mine.

The fragile glass which

Is my heart and mirror

Was broken into pieces.

You drifted apart from me

And love plummeted to its death.

But I am here standing still,

Reflecting the shattered pieces

Reminiscing our lost past.

In time I have learned

That to love you in silence

I have found peace

Because no one

Owns you there

But me.

* Daily Prompt: Unexpected

The Beat That Was Not Meant For Me

I always wanted to have a drum set. I told my mum first then my dad. What happened was they just shrugged it off and did not pay attention. I thought I am just plain stupid for asking it or maybe they are just too pre-occupied with work and with the other issues in their lives. Little did I know that I was not the only one my dad is feeding. He is also supporting his other families. I may be the eldest but I have other younger siblings with different mums.

Although my younger half brother has it, I did not have the chance after him because we, siblings, are too many. The count is more than the fingers on both hands, no kidding. My dad has lots of mistresses, old and young with babies to feed. For parents, I know that they won’t give in to their children’s wishes right away or too often, so as not to spoil them. But in my case, it was different although back then I felt a bit jealous on why I didn’t have it. I thought it wasn’t fair and my feeble mind thought that my dream of becoming a musician has been shattered. How can I practice my music and my beat without the instrument?

At a young age, I have learnt that in life, people do not always get what they want. A simple example would be the drum set that I have wished and asked from them. And life, no matter how beautiful it is today may be worse tomorrow. While my mum would certainly want to give it to me, her salary is not enough to buy even the cheapest drum pad. It may seem as an exaggeration but what I am pointing out is how obvious it was that her money is meant for necessities only — my drum set, of course, is excluded from her long list of necessities. She even told me that the things I wanted are not even part of a person’s basic needs. She would only buy things associated with food, shelter and clothing and food is the top priority.

She also told me very clearly that if I wanted something, I must work for it and if I didn’t get it, I should try harder. Needs first before wants she told me repeatedly. If I am not mistaken, I was seven that time. That was the time when my youngest sister was born. So apparently, my drum set is out of the picture since we have a baby sister who needs more attention than I am. But my mum explained to me why and she didn’t sugarcoat the reality. It was still vivid in my memory when she said that my time will come. My cerebellum thought death is coming at me anytime back then.

That time when I did not get my drum set, I understood that the beat certainly was not meant for me. But now, I will have to create my own beat, with or without my drums. And this beat will help create a beautiful music that would cheer me on for as long as I live. 🙂

* Daily Prompt: Out of Reach

Learning to Cross the River

This is me crossing the raging waters in Mt. Sicapoo for the very first time.  I am a newbie that time and climbing a mountain with a 9/9 difficulty rate is indeed a miracle for me. I am humbled by the whole experience, knowing that it is not an easy feat. Of all the mountains I have climbed to date, Mt. Sicapoo is the most slippery. I do not have the confidence and strength to pursue the climb. The weakling in me feels so strong and I felt like giving up. But then I gave it a shot and I have learned to relax when faced with a difficult situation. The rest after this adventure is history.

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If we compare climbing a steep mountain to life, we would notice that getting to the top (destination/summit) is difficult especially the journey (river crossings, trails, etc.). Life is never easy but if we hold on, focus, strive harder and believe that we could surpass the challenges thrown upon us, we really could do it and we would get what we wanted. It is not just crossing the river that I have learned but also crossing the different paths the world is offering to us. While the journey is always hard, getting to the destination makes the experience worthwhile.

* Daily Prompt: Learning Style