HUMAN AT LAST
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Posted:Mar 30, 2008 6:15 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2008 2:32 am 6490 Views
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I.
I know now why Pygmalion fell for Galatea
For she was impeccable
Just like you are
Your ethereal face
And a grace that defines perfection
Every motion is animatedly flawless
Every word commands attention
And so I beg of you
Do us all mortals a favor
Return to your celestial abode
But if you do intend to stay
Hand me a hammer and a chisel
Let me chip off parts of you
So that you will be
Human at last.
II.
I know now why the gods envy you
For you are blemished
Unlike them, unlike me
Your frail bodies
Shortcomings beyond definition
Every emotion speaks of your weakness
Every action spells your doom
And so I beg of you
Do an immortal a favor
Embrace me with your warmth
Welcome me to your tragedy
Make me bleed
So that I will be
Human at last.
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THIS LITTLE GIRL
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Posted:Mar 28, 2008 5:14 am
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2008 3:48 am 6503 Views
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*This is an original blog post by Beemine74. I am merely reposting it with a little edition of my own*
This little girl likes pigtails and lollipops. She adores the sunset and craves for cheesecake. She hops and skips and keeps a big smile on her face. Such a sweet and smart girl that she bas become quite popular.
The wolves have tried to attack her but to their dismay, no one succeeded. For who knew, that the sweet little girl carried a big sharp witty knife. One by one, they tried. And one by one, they retreated with their tails tucked between their legs. But despite the fear of getting their balls cut off, the little girl has earned their respect.
Unfortunately, it didn't sit well with the jealous big kitties. And because of this, they tried to strike her. They showed their fangs and bared their claws. And since cats attack in packs, they ganged up on her, circling around her, ready for their prey. But all the little girl had to do was say "Boo!" and wield her big knife and none of those kitties dared to touch her. And so the big kitties resorted to just lurking in the corner, snarling and clawing at air, getting more bitter and jealous as each day goes. They waited patiently for the perfect time to advance... prowling.... but still no one dared to strike.
Oh this sweet little girl, how adorable is she. But don't piss her off or she'll slice and dice you with her big knife. It will get bloody....
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To all the good guys... and the women who overlooked them
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Posted:Mar 12, 2008 12:02 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2008 4:03 pm 8112 Views
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Where are all the good guys…
Warning… This blog could prove to be offensive to you if you are a girl. But before you get pissed off, please be honest with yourself and check your motive for being upset. Check your heart in the light of truth. Sometimes truth hurts and you want to lash out at it. But if you're honest with yourself you can be mad at no one but yourself. If this isn't you then you're the exception.
I stumbled across the answer! I figured it out! Read on…
Good/Decent Guys aren't actively engaged in the game of seeking out a girl. They aren't into the games. This guy is everything every girl wants in a guy. He's nice, sweet, caring and generous. These guys do exist, but they're not as easy to spot. Instead the girls notice the guys who are putting on a show. They light up like Vegas at night time.
Come on ladies, honestly, what would you pick? Vegas? Or a little bar? I know in your head, Vegas immediately pops up. Vegas is a show of Smoke and Mirrors. You are in awe of the display but guess what? There comes a time when you must go home. It doesn't last. What would you prefer, a public show that's for everyone? Or a private show that's all yours?
"Love is Magic, Magic IS NOT love."
To be quite honest most good guys are getting shit on a daily basis. They are ignored, or given some attention until the girl is bored. She drops him for the next, more exciting guy who has a better show. It appears that the average girl's priorities are all wrong. They go for the assholes who mistreat them. All the while the guy who will treat them right gets pushed off into the distance. He will eventually become frustrated and resentful. He slowly transforms into one of those assholes himself. The world is with one less good guy. To be honest a lot of good guys feel like they are on the edge of this. They are tired of being last. They don't want to be jerks. They are not into the games. Some would rather just give up than become a jerk. Sure they can mistreat girls and use them. But it's not what they want. Sure they don't have to go home alone after work. But they choose to because that is not what they are about.
Ladies, stop saying you want a good guy when all you're going to do is trash them. Yes the bad guy is going to appear exciting. You're going to love being with him at first. After time you will love him regardless of how badly he ends up treating you. And you will stay with him because you "love" him. You trapped yourself.
Good guys know how to treat a lady. They might seem dull compared to the bad boys that put on the magic tricks but if you actually took the time to get to know them, any good guy would shine brighter than any of those other guys.
And to those good guys on the verge of crossing to the dark side, don't. Not all women have overlooked you. There are still women like me who appreciate you 
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LUSTING............
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Posted:Feb 3, 2008 11:24 pm
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2008 11:18 pm 6446 Views
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A minute past midnight.
I laid awake at the center of a vast football field, naked and half-awake. It was the cool feeling of the balmy midnight breeze blowing against my body that made me open my eyes. The only thing I saw was a frog on top of my stomach staring at me. With full force, it croaked : "RIBBIT" as if greeting me good evening. Its rustic voice was the first distinct sound I heard in the noiseless night.
Gently, I removed the frog and placed it on the grass. And then, I stretched my hands, touching the cool blades of grass. Again, there was the balmy breeze and this time, I made sure I did not let it pass without me feeling its soothing minty freshness. Oh, how it chilled every part of my body. And the soft blades of grass, how they swayed with the wind ---- touching the soles of my feet, caressing my body like tiny human hands stroking me, massaging me to eternal physical satisfaction.
It soothed me some more and the sound of the breeze.... it was almost like a simple lullaby hummed by a mother rocking the cradle of her baby.
I gazed at the sky above me. There was nothing there but utter darkness. Above me was an un-rippled pitch black sea stretching into infinity.
So I laid there, with the gentle breeze and the friendly little frog croaking beside me.
Then, I saw a shining something in the deep black sky. And then, there was another of the shining something and another, and another. All of them varying in colors. All of them was twinkling and sparkling, filling and brightening the once empty and dark sky.
The dots continued to appear for some time until they stopped and there appeared above me all the signs of the Zodiac, painted with breath-taking brilliance.
For a while, I remained calm and flat on the ground viewing the wonder that was above me ---- colorful little dots glowing, gleaming, glimmering in the night sky.
Suddenly..... woooosh!
A comet swept across the sky like some burning chariot.
Woooosh!
There! Another comet came from another direction.
Woooosh.... and another comet. This time it "circled" in the sky, dancing and dancing until it stopped. For a moment, it looked like a small colorful ball of fire. For a moment, I thought it pasted itself in the heavens and become one of the stars. But no! I saw it become bigger and bigger. I realized it was heading towards me.... UNSTOPPABLE.
I didn't know what to do. Struck with terror, I couldn't move from where I laid.
It gained momentum and speed and... and... it stopped a hundred feet away from me. It was so huge, larger than the football field. It was blazing and blinding and flaming. Amazingly, it did not burn me. There was this soft sensual pleasure the great ball of fire radiated.
At the center of the ball, I saw something opened. From it came a stream of pastel light extending itself to the ground. Before me, BEHOLD, the god appeared.... bare, unadorned, with beauty unparalleled by any other gods.
I looked at his enchanting eyes. He had eyeballs translucent which captured all the colors around him. His captivating eyes alone charmed me. And when he made a gesture with both his hands as if tempting me, luring me to reach out and embrace him, I was swept away ---- MADDENED. Driven by desire, I reached out to touch him. And touch him I did. What euphoria it brought. If this was nirvana, Elysium, paradise, I wanted to stay here forever..... feel him forever.
He touched me, kissed me as I was lifted off the ground where I laid. It seemed to me like the stars in the sky danced around us to an enchanting music. We were like two heavenly bodies who, in collision, made them orbit around us. The stars around us stirred and whirled and mixed and blended their colors indulgently. We turned and turned and I was awe-struck and delirious altogether.... I lost consciousness.
A minute past midday.
I laid on my bed, naked and half-awake. The noisy sounds of midday irritated me. The blaring sound of the radio next door, the blabbing talk show host on my TV set, the hubbub of the people downstairs, the constant honking of cars tormented me. I felt dizzy with fever and felt cold even though sweat dripped from all over my body. The sun was high and scorching in the midday sky and it hurt my eyes though the blinds in my room were thick.
My bladder was full and I went to the bathroom groggily to piss. My blurry sight went black as I was pulled back to bed and lost consciousness. I knew it was zero energy. Perspiration patrol made exit from every pore of my entire skin as I slowly won back my sight. Trembling in chill, I knew I had to feed.
I made use of whatever force I could gather and desperately crawled to the cabinet camouflaged with decorations of my idea of art. I opened it and a heartfelt sigh was all I could mutter..... SUPPLEMENTS!
I looked all over the room. 1:30 pm, defense was at 2.
In five minutes, I was out of the shower, sporting a formal attire. MIT, here comes the woman, Wayferer and Estee Lauder for shield --- cant leave home without them. In a flash, I was driving to the University of the Future.
In no time at all, I was in front of the class reporting. I was like a frog hopping from one side of the room to another --- explaining, rationalizing, justifying, drawing illustrations on the board so that everybody understood everything I said. When I was done, I was wet all over, my hair messy and sweat trickled down my back.
My professor shook his head in disbelief. "That was the best presentation I've witnessed in five years. How did you do it?" My only answer was a shy grin. I went on with my life.
Nobody knew, nobody cared. For them, I'm just one girl who seemed lost in the world of men. They never tried to understand nor did they try to consider ..... my soul was rotting with filth. I made them happy. They never realized I traded my body to give them "that" show they always expect me to give.
I traded it to Hades, my lover, my only friend. He came to revive my long-dead, filthy, ever-outcasted soul. I'm dead wrong and crazy, I know but I bet you, he is better than any of you, more human than you. He has a heart you humans should possess.
You adore me. You love me. Everybody wants a piece of me. But you curse Hades. You never want Hades. Shame on you! You never even want him to be near me.
But I, whom you always worshiped and adored, am Hades. Hades and I are one. If only you knew, you'll curse me too.
I AM A GODDESS.
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Love.. it is not as complicated as we think
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Posted:Jan 27, 2008 5:28 pm
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2008 3:50 am 6625 Views
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Okay, I'm going to get very technical and on this one...and it might even sound a little weird.
In our day to day lives we are immediately familiar with three dimensions. Up, down, and side to side. We live in three dimensional space. However, there is a fourth dimension that we are less aware of, it's called time. Time moves in an unknown direction and each person is in what's called a frame. So we live in a four-dimensional world of time and space. Science has proven that there are even more dimensions that exist. We exist in these dimensions. I suspect that love and emotions are part of these other dimensions. Some people are more aware of these realms than others. Some people are more sensitive.
I have a saying that I think fits perfectly. It goes like this: "While we stood there struggling for the next thing to say, our souls were chatting away like old friends."
I think people try to fit love into a limited four dimensional space and when you do most is lost.
Look at it like this... A hologram is a photograph that is taken using lasers. The cool thing about a hologram is that it is three dimensional, meaning you can look around objects in the image and see what's behind them. When you convert a hologram into a regular photograph you can no longer see around the objects. You lose a lot of clarity in the picture.
Einstein was the person who really discovered all of this. It is called Einstein's Special Theory of Relativity. Time and Space is Relative, it is not constant. Our "frame" of reference in time and space is always changing.
I think it's fascinating that when two people look at a rainbow, they are actually not seeing the same thing. It is impossible for two people to see the same rainbow. Everyone has their own. This is because a rainbow is made from refracted light. White light is actually composed of all primary colors. When the white light hits a water droplet the water breaks, or refracts, the colors into their own wavelength, also called a spectrum. The rainbow that you see is what was scattered your way. The rainbow the next person sees is whatever was scattered their way. No two people are seeing the same refractions.
Much like two people don't see the same rainbow, two people in the four dimensional universe don't see the world the same. It's all relative. Really, I think love exists on a whole different plane than we realize. I think love is a whole lot simpler than we think. It's just that we try to understand love on a four-dimensional plane and that's when we lose the clarity. You can no longer see around things.
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PUTTING THE PIECES TOGETHER
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Posted:Jan 24, 2008 5:25 pm
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2008 3:51 am 6324 Views
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It all started as a fascination. Just like any other day, I was breezing through my routine, stopped at a shop and there it was, coaxing my curious mind to take a look. So i grabbed it, paid the counter and brought home my latest discovery --- a 2000-piece jigsaw puzzle.
Overwhelmed with excitement, I took it out of the box and stared at it for the longest time, seriously contemplating on how to go through with it. I came up with a few ways on solving it but in the end, the engineer in me took over. I divided the puzzle pieces by color scheme and with each scheme, i separated them into similar shapes, in the conclusion that if some pieces are put together, there are only 2 possible shapes that can fit, thus I don't have to go through all of them at to finish one specific section. I was systematic. Days passed, weeks passed until finally, I was looking at a 2000-piece map of the world, a 10-thousand watt smile plastered on my face.
As I lay in bed that night, I realized that I learned a whole lot more than I bargained for. I wasn't just staring at a 98x75 cm cut up hardened paper in front of me. I was staring at life and my approach towards it. Typical me, I have lived most of my life in the same systematic way. Sort the pieces out, have a well-thought Plan A(and Plan B if necessary) and take my best possible option.
It dawned on me that life isn't all about plans, that sometimes spontaneity makes it worth living. The excitement lays in the notion that something which we thought was perfect for one situation might not exactly be the right piece. We have to rummage through the pile in order to find that one little pierce that we need. It might not be something that we want but it would fit perfectly in the course of our existence. I have developed patience and dedication, that in order to create something marvelous, I need to put my heart and soul into it. Finishing the goal might mean an aching back, a cramped leg or burning eyes but it is all worth it. In life, there is always that pain of a broken heart or shattered dreams in order to keep me going, to keep me pushing, to keep me fighting. In the end, there is nothing but extreme satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment, making all afflictions almost insignificant.
So my advice to you: Make something out of everyday experiences. It might range from the zen calmness of knitting to something as heart-pumping as sky-diving. It doesn't matter how many times you tried to give up, what is important is how many times you tried to move further. Don't count the mistakes you have made, rather focus on the lessons you have learned.
Enjoy a hobby. Enjoy life!
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WE MONSTERS!
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Posted:Jan 7, 2008 6:48 am
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2008 3:51 am 6594 Views
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Take my hand and walk through the mist, for it is here that you belong. All things will make sense on this side, I promise. Never again will you feel unwanted or abused. The words freak, outcast, weird, dark, ugly, fat and many others which have been used to suffocate you are no longer a derogatory description of yourself, but are the very essence of our being in this place. Worlds will collide violently and through their ashes we shall rise!
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IN CONTROL!
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Posted:Jan 6, 2008 6:34 pm
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2008 3:51 am 6645 Views
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During my early years, I had been impelled by the idea that we can never fight fate, that if something is destined to happen, there is nothing we can do about it. But hold on a second, who or what is fate? How come it has this confounding effect on every person up to the point that we surrender everything to it? Is it the master hand that sculpts our future, the master writer that narrates our everyday journey or the master planner that lays out each and every vivid details of our lives?
As a person, i had always been dependent on others to do things for me. I didn't want to do stuff the hard way, no one does. I mean, if we can get other people to do the job for us, why not? It would totally save me from a lot of headaches and unwanted pressure. I became too passive that eventually, i lost interest in what was going on with me. I didn't give a damn. I thought that things will just get better by themselves. I watched my life, I didn't live it. I watched people raising me up, kicking me down, crushing my heart and tainting my soul. I stared at a distance as they admired and despised me, adored and cursed me.
I had never been so keen in expressing my feelings that I just usually take people's shit and ran to the refuge of a pen and paper. I felt like I wasn't worthy enough to have the right to express myself. At that point, I had nothing except the random thoughts scribbled on tiny pieces of paper.
But it was at this time when i started to wonder if i could just snap my fingers and demand my life back. To my surprise, i could! It wasn't an easy process. It took a lot of people getting hurt, a lot of confronted and painful truths, a lot of consequences to be faced. But all these seemed irrelevant as i started to participate in my own life's story. This is my life and i star in it. No one can take the lime light from me. I started to step further, talked louder and lived harder. Every decision i make and every action i take were solely my responsibilities. There was no more master hand, no more master writer, no more master planner, just a master ME, for my life is in my hand, my story is in my mind and my future is in my heart.
I AM FATE!
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LET THEM GO!!!!
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Posted:Jan 4, 2008 10:00 am
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2008 3:51 am 6858 Views
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There are people who can walk away from you.
And hear me when I tell you this!
When people can walk away from you: let them walk.
I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you,
loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you,
staying attached to you.
I mean hang up the phone.
When people can walk away from you let them walk.
Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.
People leave you because they are not joined to you.
And if they are not joined to you,
you can't make them stay.
Let them go .
And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person,
it just means that their part in the story is over.
And you've got to know when people's
part in your story is over so that you
don't keep trying to raise the dead.
You've got to know when it's dead.
You've got to know when it's over.
Let me tell you something.
I've got the gift of good-bye.
It's the tenth spiritual gift,
I believe in good-bye.
It's not that I'm hateful, it's just that I'm faithful,
and I know whatever I meant to have and life will
give it to me.
And if it takes too much self-inflicted pain I don't need it.
Stop begging people to stay.
Let them go!!
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HIDDEN!
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Posted:Jan 3, 2008 6:56 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2008 4:02 pm 6604 Views
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Why am I here? Why these invisible walls caving in on me faster than my heart can beat? Why am I trapped inside a cold dark space that sends shivers to any entity thriving in it? Why am I hidden?
I tried to scream but no sound came out of my mouth, instead I just felt a heavy lump in my throat. My eyes darted around the room, its darkness enveloping the very core of my soul, as my entire being cautiously sensing for a presence around me. I slowly took one step forward, only to stumble into a new level of nothingness. I can feel these claustrophobic walls closing in tighter, as if squeezing the life out of me.
I desperately gasped, trying to breathe but the very air around me smells of eternal filth. I needed to feed but there was nothing left except for the acrid taste of decay in my mouth. I then realized that I'm gonna stay this way for all eternity.
Stricken by fear, I curled myself in one corner, forcing myself to cry but the only liquid I felt was the unmistakable viscosity of blood. I kept asking myself over and over again : "What did I do to deserve this?"
I came up with a thousand other questions when all of a sudden, I was wrapped in a kaleidoscope of blinding colors. They swept through me like gazelles in flight, swift like an arrow piercing though the heart.
Then I can see everything so clearly now. I saw a perfectly manicured hand caressing an angelic, smiling face. Minutes later, I saw that same hand firmly gripped a kitchen knife, glistening in the moonlight by the window. The very same hand plunging the knife into a sleeping man's back.
So this is why I am trapped behind these walls. So this is why I am hidden. So this is why my name is..... Violence.
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