Regret

Ali laughed as he soared through the air.

Then gravity reasserted its authority, and he hit the ground, rolling, then on his feet again, he ran.


"You ran here," Abu said as he sat up in bed.

"Ah, how'd you know? I'm not even breathing hard!"

"You've got that happy twinkle in your eyes," he smiled, "And also, I heard your 'woohooo!'even though your apartment is ten blocks away. Do you have to jump out the window every time? You're going to regret it one day, all that stress on your bones and what not."

He laughed, "Don't worry, I'm invincible, you know."

"You're crazy, that's what I know."


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"Pssssst. Pssssst! Come on, let's go!"

He wondered how Ali managed to shout AND whisper at the same time.

"What are you doing here? It's 5 in the morning!"

Hey... he could do it too after all.

"Let's go watch the sun rise."

Damn him and his twinkly eyes.


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Abu coughed. Abu died.


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"I... never told him how I felt."

Ali laughed as he soared through the air.




The End

What are you doing on earth?

Girls.

The Perfect Figure and The Media

In my last post, I said that I would prefer an intelligent person over a vapid bimbo. However, at the same time, I would never be able to truly like an ugly, unfit person who actually says "I'm happy the way I am".

Now you tell me, "How do you know your concept of beauty isn't influenced by the media? Why can't people be happy the way they are?"

This is actually directed at Carmen and Suyin! But indirectly concerns JonChu. Go read his post! JON CHU'S POST. *CLICK*

Before I go on, let me ask you, what is the mass media? From the way some people talk about it, it seems like some sentient organism with its own purpose, being able to "influence" the masses and so on.

But it's not. The messages in the media came from someone. Ideas like "You can be happy with whoever you are, it doesn't matter if you're fat or thin, stupid and ugly, you can be satisfied" come from the mass media too. DISNEY! Blogs are a medium too, btw.

So to say that the idea of the perfect figure is a unrealistic depiction of the mass media is unfair, since the idea that one can be happy with whoever you are is ALSO an idea in the media. The fact is, almost EVERY opinion held by the masses is present in the media.

Since I have shown that BOTH opinions are present in the media, we can ask, "Which opinion is correct?" without saying things like "you are wrong because your opinion is formed and influenced by THE MEDIA".

Now, go read Jeannette Goon's post *CLICK* on the perfect figure.

She wrote from a logical point of view, stating that men desire the perfect figure because of its functionality. I agree with her, but I would like to add a little something to it-

The body you have was given to you by God. What are you doing with it?

If you are overweight, and are not happy about it, congratulations, you're not supposed to be. Now do something about it. God gave some 10 talents, while others only got 1. Don't bury it.

If you are happy about it... Google "Dangers of Obesity" Or click the link.

If you do not exercise, if you eat unhealthily, if you do anything you know is not good for your body excessively... and you feel good about it... then I'm not going to bother preaching to you.

But if you feel guilty whenever or after you do such things, guess what? It's your body telling you "YOU IDIOT. TAKE CARE OF ME".

If you are female you should read this.

Knowledge is Power. *CLICK THIS*

Recently, at a Secret Blogger's Alliance meeting (that I was not invited to), I said that I actually would prefer intelligence over physical attractiveness. Now I don't mean that I don't appreciate beauty, in fact, it is the complete person, the entireness of one that should attract people to each other, and claiming that I only look at the inside, or only judging based on physical qualities, would be shallow.

Just click the link.

Another List of (Stupid?) things I want to Do

1. Travel the world without planning
2. Milk a farm animal
3. (Try to) make friends with the person in the next toilet stall while having a shit
4. Play hide-and-seek in a mall
5. Hit on attached girls, especially those with violent, over-possessive boyfriends.
6. Name my son La
7. Join PDRM (Police DiRaja Malaysia)
8. Run barefoot through a forest
9. Ride a really really big bike
10. Freerun wearing a flasher-trenchcoat, and nothing else
11. Never have a girlfriend
12. Teach my dog how to talk
13. Learn Elvish
14. Do naughty stuff in public places
15. Make Molotov cocktails
16. Make a pipe-bomb too, just in case
17. Read the Bible in one go
18. Cook
19. Stealthily unhook bras of unsuspecting victims
20. Avoid taking a bath for as long as I can

List of (Stupid?) things I want to Do.

1. Live in a cardboard box
2. Shoot a really really big gun
3. Run till I faint
4. Starve myself, then eat till I can't move
5. Walk on hot coals
6. Get my nose broken in a fight
7. Spend all winter having sex
8. Swim naked
9. Make too many babies
10. (Try to) catch fish with my bare hands
11. Rock climb with no gear
12. Jump off a bridge
13. Jump off a plane
14. Test my height limit for belly flops into water
15. Get addicted to something
16. Make a lot of money and give it all away
17. Build an igloo
18. Destroy a car with my hockey stick
19. Know everything
20. Break into someone's house and steal panties

Fist to Heaven

" 'God will help us soon now, won't He?'

'You silly little thing. Don't you know that we must not settle what God is to do for us? We must have patience and wait His time.' "

-from The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann Wyss.

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God has a plan. The Plan, you could call it. It's the Plan of the universe, of existence, it is all that has happened and is to come. The Creator has set everything into motion, He knows where it will go, and since He is God, it will go there.

They will say this is comforting. Knowing that your good God has a plan for you, do you not feel reassured? Do you not feel safe and secure? Your future will be what God has planned for you, no matter what.

That's right. It doesn't matter what you do, or who you are. God's plan for you WILL come to pass, because God's Plan will come to pass.

Yes, whoever you are, I assure you, believe these words. Even if you are a homeless refugee, even if you are an abused child, a victim of rape, a homosexual, a woman-trapped-in-a-man's-body, even a bastard child or an aborted fetus; no matter who you are, God's plan for you is at work.

Yes! Even if you die a pointless useless death and live a pointless useless life, be assured and be satisfied, for God's plan for you was fulfilled!

Oh and do not bother your little mind about the what-ifs and whys. It is absurd to consider these things, because faith in your God is all you need. You cannot see the big picture, no matter how hard you try, so patiently wait for Him to reveal it to you in His time.

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Lame.

I raise my fist to heaven.

Dear wombmates

I've come to realize how much I love you both. In you I've found two of my closest friends, if only there was a fourth, we would have a complete Left4Dead team.

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Me=Hunter, Abel=Smoker (You're so gangly), Jean=Witch, Fook=Tank, and that leaves Dixon=Boomer.

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Maybe it's because I've been getting older.
Research consistently finds that older adults' life satisfaction is strongly correlated with the number and quality of their friendships. Siblings often form the strongest relationships, acting as confidants, caregivers, and cherished friends. Yeah, we're old souls, sister.


Love,

The sexiest one.

Words

A picture paints a thousand words.

But a single word can create uncountable images.

Do you understand the true beauty of words? Words are arbitrary signs, containing the meaning they do simply because humans created them for the purpose of meaning.

Cat.

What is Cat? It is simply the letters A, C, and T, placed in a specific order. But when you see the word Cat, an image comes to your mind. What do you see?
The image in your mind, will not be the same as the one in mine.

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Sex.

Alice in Wonderland: 3

Chasing white Bunny
Girl Alice finds Wonderland.
Taste pleasure, drink pain.

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Down a deep dark Hole
Falling past Beasts with two backs.
Past too fast to touch.

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When do cats eat bats?
Who gets high from eating pie?
Dreaming as she fell.

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సర్ Sarah

యు'రీ లాఫింగ్ ఫర్ నూ రీఅసన్
బ్రిఘ్త్ సున్బెఅమ్స్ ఫిల్ డి ఎయిర్
యు స్మైల్ దీస్పితీ డి సిఇజన్లూ
మై ఫింగెర్స్ తాసీ యువర్ హెయిర్.

శీ'స క్రయింగ్ ఇన్ డి కార్నెర్
ఎఎస్ రెడ్ ఫ్రాన్ మౌర్నింగ్
ఐ కాన్నోత్ బార్ తూ లిఇవ్ హర
మై తోంగుయే లూన్గ్స్ ఫర్ డి తస్తింగ్.

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yu'ree laaphing phar noo reeasan
bright sunbeams phil di yeyir
yu smail deespitee di siijanloo
mai phingers taasee yuvar heyir.

shee's qraying in di qaarner
yeyes red phron mourning
ai qaannoot baar too liiv har
mai tonguye loongs phar di tasting.

Wild

Taking in my first breath of cold morning air;
stretching out as the sun's warmth hits my face;
feeling the air rush past as I run;
listening to the staccato taps of my feet touching the ground;
smelling the earth, the plants, the bird poo...as I
hungrily suck sweet air through my nose;

The muscles in my legs coil and just for a moment, I'm flying.

I break the surface and I do not fall. It's almost another world. So peaceful. It's just another type of flying as I push myself through the water.

The sun is truly out now and the world is hot. I smell the sweat on my body and my belly growls for food. But the ground is cool and soft.

Under a leafy tree I sigh and bite into an apple. Crunchy, juicy, sweet.

Then a moment of reflection, alignment with God,
emerging with a knowing. Doubts melt away.

An enticing scent,
a wonderful view,
an engaging talk,
then a tasty meal.

The Accident

It roamed through the mess.
It moved without rest.
Not knowing how long it had roamed.
It knew all there is to be known.

Nothing beyond reach.
It would fit no niche.
An existence with no meaning.
There can be no such thing.

It raised the Phoenix from the ashes.
A babe suffers thirty-nine lashes.
He said "You are mine to barter."
She said "You are not my master."

It is perfect. Is it good?
Do not ignore its need for food.
It is complete. Is it whole?
Something solid does not have holes.

Questions without answers,
might put you in danger.
But how can you trust,
someone who's a stranger?

Holy Communion

He stands in front of her. Naked.

"This is my body."

He raises his arm. Bites deep. Eyes meet.

"This is my blood."

Hesitant still, she is.

"Come, taste and see that I am good."

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She feeds. The light in his eyes fade. A weak whisper.

"Remember me."

Pressure

This burning inside me. It demands to be free.
I fight it, push it down. It always comes back stronger,
should I set it upon the world, be rid of it?

No, I will not.
Finally, I understand, I accept, it is Mine.

The pressure boils upward, the pain is dreadful and exquisite.
Limits expand, I see the edge of the world.
How could I smother the fire again?