An epiphany

I don't steal because I don't want to be stolen from.

Besides, stealing from someone only shows that I believe I do not deserve my own good. It shows that I believe I have to take that which is owned by another. That's just lack consciousness. 

Well, I deserve the best and I accept the best now. After all, there's plenty for everyone including me.

Better to heed the words of Ely Buendia and the Eraserheads when the thought of stealing enters my mind. 

They said, "Shake your head and walk away."  

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  1. gingy antonioJune 30, 2009 at 4:00 PM

    ..parang i know kung sino man ang tinutukoy mo dto...lol

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  2. red pasetesJune 30, 2009 at 5:59 PM

    sigurado ka? haha.

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  3. Nina GonzalesJune 30, 2009 at 7:21 PM

    hmmmm. good shifting. :) whatever this is. ;)

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  4. red pasetesJune 30, 2009 at 7:49 PM

    ehehehe. thanks, nina. :)

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  5. detdet quirante-mendozaJune 30, 2009 at 9:23 PM

    Amen to this, Kapatid!

    Sana maraming tao ang makarealize nito... sa relationships, sa gobyerno, sa ordinaryong empleyado... at maraming marami pang iba.

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  6. red pasetesJuly 1, 2009 at 12:30 AM

    sana nga, kapatid. sana nga. :)

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  7. Aileen EstoquiaJuly 10, 2009 at 2:35 PM

    may guess ako kung ano tinutukoy mo dito. red ha. :P

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  8. red pasetesJuly 10, 2009 at 4:31 PM

    huwatchatalkinabawt?! i'm innocent, i tell you. innocent!!! :P

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