Is there a place for such a thing as ghastly as a werefeline? It cannot be so for this thing must, and I exert must, only exist in the active imagination of psychotic patients. Patients are what those people who think themselves as werefelines. Patient comes from the Latin word 'pati' of which means suffer. And it makes one wonder that the word passion comes from the same Latin root 'pati'. So it would make us all 'patients' as we all live life with such intimate passion. We suffer, that's what we do with life most of the time. We suffer, endlessly. For I think, that is what life is all about. Being so intimately passionate with everything that is life, we suffer our own passions of life.
(='.'=)
GT
Monday, April 25, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Summer Fields
White tulips bloom across a paved road
Golden rays shone into my glad face
White ship with white sails and winged prow
I made my crossing over the sea of sorrow
Great meadow in a dispersion of green and gold
We dance around the May-pole
For we sang too with the young and old
Sweet dreams can be true
Your gentle touch and sugar kiss make my day
For then I twirl and the cherubs play their harps
And I was immersed in warm cotton and soft wool
Diligent farmers till the land
For us the Horned One and the Many-breasted
Are the King and Queen of Life & Death
And the Sky the Father, the Earth the Mother
For it is so our filial piety is required
(='.'=)
GT
Golden rays shone into my glad face
White ship with white sails and winged prow
I made my crossing over the sea of sorrow
Great meadow in a dispersion of green and gold
We dance around the May-pole
For we sang too with the young and old
Sweet dreams can be true
Your gentle touch and sugar kiss make my day
For then I twirl and the cherubs play their harps
And I was immersed in warm cotton and soft wool
Diligent farmers till the land
For us the Horned One and the Many-breasted
Are the King and Queen of Life & Death
And the Sky the Father, the Earth the Mother
For it is so our filial piety is required
(='.'=)
GT
Friday, April 08, 2005
Altar
I don't believe in worship. I believe in sincerity. I believe in love. As we would love the things we made with our own hands, the Divine would love too. And I appreciate the Divine giving me this ability to feel as the Divine feels. My feelings towards the Divine is more of a friendship, a partnership, a loving relationship, rather than worship.
That is why I don't agree with altars. Material altar is the epitome of worship. Worship denotes fear of power. A place of worship is a huge fear generator. I always feel staggered and intimidated in any place of worship. It's just so fearsome. I could be claustrophobic, anyhow, cause I often has this suffocating experience and headache whenever I'm in a big crowd.
(='.'=)
GT
That is why I don't agree with altars. Material altar is the epitome of worship. Worship denotes fear of power. A place of worship is a huge fear generator. I always feel staggered and intimidated in any place of worship. It's just so fearsome. I could be claustrophobic, anyhow, cause I often has this suffocating experience and headache whenever I'm in a big crowd.
(='.'=)
GT
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Sadness Is In the Air
Sadness is in the air. Everyone I know seems to be in this sadistic mood it seems. Even I feel it too. 1 billion Catholics are mourning for the passing of the Pope John Paul II. Guess it would effect the global consciousness, as we are all apart of it.
(='.'=)
GT
(='.'=)
GT
Friday, April 01, 2005
Homo Homo
Michelle: Kel', what do you think of men?
Kelly: Men are dogs, that's what they are.
Michelle: What about gay men?
Kelly: Bitches.
Michelle: Why do you say that? I know lots of gay men, and they are kinda sweet people to be friends with.
Kelly: When you have a gay man for an ex, you'll know what I mean. I think calling them bitches is too mild for an insult.
Michelle: You've had a ... gay boyfriend? Anyhow, you ought to empathize with your ex's predicament. It's not his fault that he had to ...
Kelly: Yeah, yeah, blame it on peer pressure, family forcing, et cetera, et cetera. If that bitch has the guts to fuck with guys, why can't he has the guts to tell the world of who he IS?! Instead of all those lying and hiding ... which brings nothing but ... misery.
Michelle: Oh, dear. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm sorry ...
Kelly: No. It's not your fault. Sooner or later, I have to get it out. Well, thank you for listening.
Michelle: How did you know he's gay?
Kelly: Intuition.
Michelle: But what made you so sure?
Kelly: I sorta like ... peeked into his SMS inbox ... and his computer files. You know what they keep in there.
Michelle: I see. So you confronted him with that?
Kelly: He denied it, even when I slapped all those things into his face. His wardrobe, his friends, his habits and behaviours ... worst of all, his sex messages!
Michelle: Calm down, Kel'.
Kelly: These gay men are weird! They are not men. We should just classify them as another species, and tag them the moment they are born. Yeah, that would make all our lives so much easier. I got a Latin name for them: Homo ... Homo! They are just fuck weird. As if there are no better holes to fuck!
Michelle: Shh ... calm down, dear. Calm down. You cannot just because of that one man blame the whole group of people. This person is bad but not all those who are like him are exactly LIKE him. Clear your mind. Get a day off or go for a vacation. If you need company, I'm always there for you.
Kelly: Thanks, 'Chelle. And, thanks for sleeping over. When was the last time we had a sleep-over?
Michelle: 6 years ago. When we were still classmates. We had so much fun together those days. I wonder how Julie's doing. She was the quietest one in the class.
Kelly: I lost touch with Julie. She was rather tomboyish, I remembered. Always keeping her hair short and hated dressing up. Prefering pants and ... Hey, do you think she is gay, too?
Michelle: ... I dunno.
Kelly: Yeah, I remember now. She always had her eyes on you. You were the prettiest one amongst us. And now, look at you ...
Michelle: Hey! Hands off my thigh! It's part of being a mother, okey?
Kelly: *giggles* Well, I'm glad for you.
Michelle: Thanks. *smiles*
Kelly: Say, do you want a kiss?
Michelle: Come again?
Kelly: I always wonder how it feels to be a lesbian. You know, the french way with another woman ... *gurgles* ... What the ...?
Michelle: You said you wanted to know how it feels to be a lesbian. So how does it feels?
Kelly: Umm ... Weird ... and kinda exciting, too.
Michelle: You want another one?
Kelly: 'Chelle, were Julie and you an item?
Michelle: ... Yes.
Kelly: Why didn't you tell me?!
Michelle: 'Coz I thought that would freak you out as you ARE now!
Kelly: What about Julius, does he know?
Michelle: No, he doesn't. It's not important for him to know. I've turned straight, and I've got married. The thing I had with Julie is the past now. Please, don't tell him!
Kelly: And your husband's name is Juli ... JulieUS.
Michelle: Please, don't get angry for not telling you this earlier. Please ...
Kelly: Well, I thought I was your best friend.
Michelle: *sobs* Please, I'm sorry.
Kelly: You had a crush on me ...
Michelle: How did you know?!
Kelly: Intuition.
Michelle: Yes, I ... like you. I broke up with Julie because of you. I left KL because of you. I got married because of you. I did all these because of you, and I was trying to forget you. Because I know we are impossible to be together! I love you, Kelly!
Kelly: Get out of my house!
Michelle: I'm sorry, Kel'. I shouldn't have ...
Kelly: I need to be alone. Please, get out of my house.
Michelle: I'm sorry ...
Kelly: I thought you were my best friend! All these years ... all those things you did for me, you had those dirty intentions in your head. All these years!
Kelly: Men are dogs, that's what they are.
Michelle: What about gay men?
Kelly: Bitches.
Michelle: Why do you say that? I know lots of gay men, and they are kinda sweet people to be friends with.
Kelly: When you have a gay man for an ex, you'll know what I mean. I think calling them bitches is too mild for an insult.
Michelle: You've had a ... gay boyfriend? Anyhow, you ought to empathize with your ex's predicament. It's not his fault that he had to ...
Kelly: Yeah, yeah, blame it on peer pressure, family forcing, et cetera, et cetera. If that bitch has the guts to fuck with guys, why can't he has the guts to tell the world of who he IS?! Instead of all those lying and hiding ... which brings nothing but ... misery.
Michelle: Oh, dear. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm sorry ...
Kelly: No. It's not your fault. Sooner or later, I have to get it out. Well, thank you for listening.
Michelle: How did you know he's gay?
Kelly: Intuition.
Michelle: But what made you so sure?
Kelly: I sorta like ... peeked into his SMS inbox ... and his computer files. You know what they keep in there.
Michelle: I see. So you confronted him with that?
Kelly: He denied it, even when I slapped all those things into his face. His wardrobe, his friends, his habits and behaviours ... worst of all, his sex messages!
Michelle: Calm down, Kel'.
Kelly: These gay men are weird! They are not men. We should just classify them as another species, and tag them the moment they are born. Yeah, that would make all our lives so much easier. I got a Latin name for them: Homo ... Homo! They are just fuck weird. As if there are no better holes to fuck!
Michelle: Shh ... calm down, dear. Calm down. You cannot just because of that one man blame the whole group of people. This person is bad but not all those who are like him are exactly LIKE him. Clear your mind. Get a day off or go for a vacation. If you need company, I'm always there for you.
Kelly: Thanks, 'Chelle. And, thanks for sleeping over. When was the last time we had a sleep-over?
Michelle: 6 years ago. When we were still classmates. We had so much fun together those days. I wonder how Julie's doing. She was the quietest one in the class.
Kelly: I lost touch with Julie. She was rather tomboyish, I remembered. Always keeping her hair short and hated dressing up. Prefering pants and ... Hey, do you think she is gay, too?
Michelle: ... I dunno.
Kelly: Yeah, I remember now. She always had her eyes on you. You were the prettiest one amongst us. And now, look at you ...
Michelle: Hey! Hands off my thigh! It's part of being a mother, okey?
Kelly: *giggles* Well, I'm glad for you.
Michelle: Thanks. *smiles*
Kelly: Say, do you want a kiss?
Michelle: Come again?
Kelly: I always wonder how it feels to be a lesbian. You know, the french way with another woman ... *gurgles* ... What the ...?
Michelle: You said you wanted to know how it feels to be a lesbian. So how does it feels?
Kelly: Umm ... Weird ... and kinda exciting, too.
Michelle: You want another one?
Kelly: 'Chelle, were Julie and you an item?
Michelle: ... Yes.
Kelly: Why didn't you tell me?!
Michelle: 'Coz I thought that would freak you out as you ARE now!
Kelly: What about Julius, does he know?
Michelle: No, he doesn't. It's not important for him to know. I've turned straight, and I've got married. The thing I had with Julie is the past now. Please, don't tell him!
Kelly: And your husband's name is Juli ... JulieUS.
Michelle: Please, don't get angry for not telling you this earlier. Please ...
Kelly: Well, I thought I was your best friend.
Michelle: *sobs* Please, I'm sorry.
Kelly: You had a crush on me ...
Michelle: How did you know?!
Kelly: Intuition.
Michelle: Yes, I ... like you. I broke up with Julie because of you. I left KL because of you. I got married because of you. I did all these because of you, and I was trying to forget you. Because I know we are impossible to be together! I love you, Kelly!
Kelly: Get out of my house!
Michelle: I'm sorry, Kel'. I shouldn't have ...
Kelly: I need to be alone. Please, get out of my house.
Michelle: I'm sorry ...
Kelly: I thought you were my best friend! All these years ... all those things you did for me, you had those dirty intentions in your head. All these years!
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