tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79170399668035759872024-03-13T01:57:22.315-07:00†VITA CONVULSUS ANGELUS†Life of a Shattered AngelBoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-4113036052215972672009-04-28T23:31:00.000-07:002009-04-28T23:36:51.318-07:00MOVING OUT!<a href="http://www.boykidlat.blogspot.com/">www.boykidlat.blogspot.com</a>
im moving out! leaving this blog! got a new blog. electrifying! kazzap!kzzt!BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-68962564518764947212008-11-14T08:49:00.000-08:002008-11-14T13:49:23.645-08:005 chapters of Darkness<p>I once created 5 poems which evolved around the darkness of humanity and personality.It was a reflection of myself. The whole 5 chapters took me 4 years to finish.from 1st year HS to 4th yr HS. I came across the poems again lately.so I decided to post them here.one by one.</p> <p>The first chapter is Doubt.An evil that destroys everything before it even starts...</p> <p><p align=center></p> <p>Chapter 1 <br>"Doubt" </p> <p>I doubted my abilities<br>by not doing what I can do best<br>I chained myself to a wall<br>and will never be free like the rest </p> <p>I doubted myself<br>by wearing a coward's mask<br>I hid myself with lies<br>and will never be able to do any task </p> <p>I doubted my Heart<br>Believing I am worth no one<br>I pierced my heart with thorns<br>and will never be able to love anyone </p> <p>I doubted my Life<br>by denying my existense now and then<br>I isolated myself from reality<br>and will never be able to live again </p> <p>I doubted my whole world<br>I doubted Everything<br>I was fooled that doubting was searching<br>Such doubt made me fear everything</p></p> <p>The 2nd Chapter is Fear the rotting carcass of your existense.</p> <p><p align=center><br>Chapter 2<br>"Fear"</p> <p>I fear the Darkness<br>The Darkness of my heart<br>I did not risk to love<br>Such a complicated Art</p> <p>I fear the images<br>Chimera in my mind<br>I did not risk to see<br>for I thought there is none to find</p> <p>I fear the silence<br>Silence of my tears<br>I did not risk to listen<br>I decided to close my ears</p> <p>I fear the Animosity<br>The bitterness of life<br>I did not risk to taste it<br>Everything is full of strife</p> <p>I feared my own existence<br>Shivering with the coldness of demise<br>These fears made me bleed<br>bleed failures i dont need</p></p> <p>The 3rd Chapter is failure the reeking scent of darkness.</p> <p><p align=center><br>Chapter 3 <br>"Failure"</p> <p>I failed to subsist<br>and live life to the fullest<br>I regret denying my existence<br>My life's pains so endless</p> <p>I failed my Persona<br>Someone drenched with lies<br>I regret wearing a mask<br>such a deadly game of dice</p> <p>I failed my limits<br>Evading my own abilities<br>I regret Chaining myself in a mirage<br>I created my own frailties</p> <p>I failed my heart<br>a heart turned to stone<br>I regret not loving<br>Glorification with a False Crown</p> <p>I failed yet succeeded...<br>Succeeded to be Mediocre<br>Everything is now Crimson Red<br>as I get overpowered with Hatred</p></p> <p>The 4th chapter is Hatred. The Burning sensation that slowly eats up all sanity.</p> <p><p align=center><br>Chapter 4 <br>"Hate"</p> <p>I hated my Doubts<br>a foolish act for nothing<br>a sign of my great fall<br>I neglected what life could bring</p> <p>I hated my fears<br>An excuse fit for cowards<br>The start of my great fall<br>I was hindered to go forward</p> <p>I hated my failures<br>This punishment I am worth<br>The peak of my Great fall<br>I was judged harshly by Destiny</p> <p>I hated myself<br>A man who lost all Heaven<br>The End of my Great fall<br>I only deserve to be forgotten</p> <p>I hated so much<br>Such a Painful Ending<br>As the Devil in the pale moonligt dances<br>I lost all sense, I am slowly Dying</p></p> <p>The last Chapter is Sense...because all darkness would soon slowly fade away...towards the light...</p> <p><p align=center><br>Chapter 5 <br>"Sense" </p> <p>I was blinded by darkness<br>blinded by lies...<br>but you showed me the light<br>and ended my cries</p> <p>I was silenced by anger<br>anger from pain...<br>but you taught me how to speak<br>like the fierce thunder within a gentle rain</p> <p>I was deafened by cries<br>cries of suffering...<br>but you showed me how to listen<br>with no more fear nor doubting</p> <p>I was suffocated by Enigmas<br>Confusion and Guilt...<br>but you showed me how to breathe<br>A paradigm of hope we have built</p> <p>I was numbed by loneliness<br>My heart was lonely...<br>but you have comforted me<br>By promising you will never leave me</p> <p>I Doubted, Feared, Failed, and Hated<br>Death was certain<br>Hope was a Caustic Friend<br>My suffering no more, My journey ended.<br></p></p> <p> </p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-78289378628608022462008-11-14T08:14:00.000-08:002008-11-14T13:14:36.513-08:00Poetic Assertions<p align="center"><strong>"Will you still Love me in the Morning?"</strong></p> <p align="center">A beautiful story<br>starts with Once upon a time<br>But certain tragedies<br>never seem to find its own rhyme</p> <p align="center">My sweaty hands<br>are running out of coins to roll<br>I need to ask now<br>But I cant stop shaking, I cant make the call</p> <p align="center">A simple question<br>that you might even laught at<br>I'll write it down!<br>But,No..It would be just a silly blot.</p> <p align="center">If you say yes<br>then our story is a fairytale<br>If you answer otherwise<br>then its a book worth selling at a garage sale</p> <p align="center">its 2:45am<br>you must be asleep and dreaming<br>Is it too late?<br>I must have spent too much time thinking</p> <p align="center">My mind is blocked<br>But I cant be moved,I wont be moved<br>I will keep writing<br>This may be the only way this love can be proved</p> <p align="center">I close my eyes<br>and smiled,you are such a wonderful thing<br>you taught me music<br>but now I faintly remember how to sing</p> <p align="center">I have to let this go<br>before my heart sank and drowns at sea<br>and this question...<br>Let this be buried in my grave with me...</p> <p align="center">fairytales...</p> <p align="center">tragedies...</p> <p align="center">whats the difference?..</p> <p align="center"></p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-54333859199586590362008-11-02T21:20:00.000-08:002008-11-03T02:21:02.725-08:00FACEBOOK account<p><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=632734163&ref=profile">http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=632734163&ref=profile</a></p> <p> </p> <p>click it.</p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-73578087944550351902008-10-28T07:16:00.000-07:002008-10-28T11:16:10.668-07:00Of Memories and tragedies...<p>Im freakingly enjoying my time here in davao...This is perhaps the best davao trip I ever had...</p> <p>10th Nationals Debate Championships was a blast...I love the experiece...I finally achieved one of my dreams...perfect...na sana...Hindi nga lang ako naka debate...sigh...anyways...I still had fun adjudicating the rounds...was sad though...I wasnt able to break.I saw lots of people...lots of old friends...lots of new friends... UP CEBU people!!! you guys(girls) are awesome! too bad davao aint used to seeing girls as ...err..*fiery* as you guys.till next time!!!party napud ta.</p> <p>Nagkita din kami ni Sir Mervin Igpit!!!My HS teacher and adviser sa debating club.whew.I consider him as one of the most influential people that came to my life.tnx sir!!!kahit short time lang tayo nagkita it was relieving...</p> <p>ang tatlong itlog nagkita kita na din!!! CEXAR!!!,MARVIN!!!,JULIO!!! vegas napud ta next time. text lang.I always have a great time when im with you guys...and marvin...libre na pud sa lachis ha?ha?ha?tnx!!! :D</p> <p>well...everything was almost perfect...tsk tsk tsk...sige na lang...I have no place or time to discuss tragedies... it violates my spirit and my law...I am numb...and I smile...yes...I smile... kunti na lang...</p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-3501343762651541532008-09-05T00:55:00.000-07:002008-09-05T04:55:41.804-07:00"You will see the Joker will soon be the New King - Lordi" the theme for my current multiply theme.<p>I created a new multiply theme with the theme from Lordi's song HardRock Hallelujah.</p> <p>"You will see the Joker will soon be the new King! Rock and Roll angels bring that Hard Rock Halellujah!"</p> <p>Its a heavy metal song but im sure you will enjoy this very much.im practicing my theme creations in multiply so if you want something done...just tell me.ill be glad to try.cant promise anything though. :p</p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-34157095018463648972008-09-04T23:28:00.000-07:002008-09-05T03:28:50.851-07:00Cross posting between multiply and blogger trial.this is a trial post. btw,check out the background image of my multiply.it took me 1 hour to finish that.:D<!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-79609846268509408042008-07-17T04:33:00.000-07:002008-07-17T05:18:04.071-07:00Peace~grant my consciousness thy eternal slumber<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Maha~Mantra</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Hare Krisna</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hare Krisna</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hare Krisna</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Krisna Krisna</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hare Hare</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hare Rama</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hare Rama</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Rama Rama</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hare HAre</span></div>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-45612983241184847192008-07-13T22:01:00.000-07:002008-07-13T22:10:08.224-07:00ill say this with a smile... :)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/99/3889925/1_190289653l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/99/3889925/1_190289653l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>
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<em>"Evil is a normal human personality,it is what Carl Gustav Jung describes as the Shadow.Shadow exist when there is light, so evil is the result of goodness. Light is only recognized when there is shadow or darkness.Both are necessary.."</em>
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but that would be a drag to explain...and im tired of explaing such things.hahaha.so I decided to place in random thoughts in those posts.I wonder who actually reads my posts and tries to deal with my twisted mind.
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Main Entry: 1rant<br /> <a class="audio" href="javascript:popWin(" wav="rant')""></a>
Pronunciation: \ˈrant\<br />
Function: verb <br />
Etymology: obsolete Dutch ranten, randen <br />
Date: 1601 <br />
intransitive verb 1 : to talk in a noisy, excited, or declamatory manner 2 : to scold vehemently <br />
transitive verb : to utter in a bombastic declamatory fashion <br />
— rant·er noun <br />
— rant·ing·ly <a class="audio" href="javascript:popWin(" wav="rantingly')""></a>\ˈran-tiŋ-lē\ adverb <br />
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<strong>You!who reads my blog.this is actually a test post...please leave a comment when you read my blog.I want to know if this blog is actually worth my already short lived life.</strong>
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anyways, more rants!haha. im getting excited in our future film viewing about the trilogy of Hannibal Lecter's story in our Theories of Personality subject. Hannibal Lecter is a Forensic Psychologist.They say the deadliest criminals are those who know about forensic psychology and high knowledge about personality theories....whew.who knows. i might be the next hannibal lecter.ngasab!
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<strong>"ngars!ill eat you alive and make your skin my furniture!"</strong>
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Next rant!Debate,debate,debate. sigh. Managing our debating society in our school is pretty difficult.tsk tsk tsk. we were down to 4 members then and 1 adviser then we screened for new members wherein we got 33 new members, but after 3 weeks...less than half are left...tsk tsk tsk...tough luck.But, im proud of my trainess.they are slowly learning my evil substance in debating.Bwahaha.!?! whew. anyways. We are hosting the incoming 18th Mindanao Parliamentary Debate Championships, and whew...preparations are killing me!whew...its really not that easy i tell you...tsk tsk tsk...
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<strong>"Point sir!Isolation is different from separation!we are merely giving these sexual minorities an avenue or separate room to chikka!(?) not pick them all up and place them in a separate island and televise(?) them like in survivor!(?)"</strong><em> ((?); stands for not sure if I really did said these things.)
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More!more!more rants! I pump man...yep...you heard me right...I pump!I pump iron!I go to the gym in a not so regular basis!hehe.dont blame it on me or tell me i dont have perseverance. Im a student!i need to have time for school*cough*blogging*cough*. I also have a diet plan which i follow. which i would like to keep as secret and soon sell it in the internet when it becomes effective with me and i would earn lots and lots of kaching!kaching! I would name my Diet then as *tentenenen~tenen! "Macho~te Diet Program: ang diet ng mga machong machete!" I know it sounds funny, and yes...I can see that smile of interest in your face! Im looking for people to try my diet program!dial 1-800-000-machote. call now!
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<strong>"hammer and chisel needed for this workout. a huge knife and some suction devices are also necessary.We advise you see a carver before proceeding with this workout.all carved flesha cant be regained if mistakenly carved.Use the Big knife wisely...you dont want to cut just anything..."</strong>
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ok...I guess its time to end this ranting...this post is getting too long already...ill end it now... ok?..ow wait...I remember.got some more rants i forgot.you wouldnt mind reading some more dont you?I know you wont mind...hehe.read on will you?if you dont...ill make your skin my furniture and your bones my milk!raaagh!
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Here it goes!Ranting mania!woohoo!!!I miss someone sooo bad right now...yep...soo much...I miss a very important person...the worst thing is that we might not see each other for the next four years...tsk tsk...tough luck...life is unfair...(whoever told you its fair?)sigh. you know who you are!:D yes!you! you take care of yourself ok?its going to be a very long roller coaster ride...but ill make it through...kip safe.you know how special you are...:)
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Last rant for this post...im sick right now...:(...got colds and coughs and a terrible headache.Ill be emceeing the ms.College of Arts and Sciences anytime soon and I hope to emcee the Burn the Floor hip hop competition as well this july 27...hopefully. I didnt recieve any confirmation yet. Juhn Ray Quia~eo aka Jang2x! ako na ba talaga emcee nun?:D anyways...got no voice...slowly losing it...thats what im worried about...this will pass...this will pass...:)
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whew...got more rants but i guess ill be saving the others for my next post.hehe.teecee.BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-13578948598946410372008-07-08T11:11:00.000-07:002008-07-08T11:53:01.385-07:00True Happiness - The Beauty in Pain.<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRF7iUZUQco&hl=" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" color2="0xcd311b&border=" fs="1&color1="></embed></p><br /><br />
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<p align="left">I love this song. ^_^... oh well. ill be ranting about happiness and the beauty in pain in this post.its 2:30 am and im still alive.whew.
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<p align="left">What is happiness?I read an interesting post(gemini encounter) answering this question. She compared it to a billion-dollar diamond that is given to you as a child. as you grow old you get tired of this diamond. you found more colorful and bigger shiny objects and decided to throw away this diamond.only to realize its importance and value when it is already gone. So you go on pursuit of this billion-dollar diamond... and that is what she refers to as true happiness.When you finally found the billion-dollar diamond you actually achieve happiness and look at that diamondin a totally different way...It is like having second chances.like being given a new life.its like being reborn again.</p><p align="left"><br /><br />I admire her brilliance actually for coming up with such analogy to compare the reality of things and how we seek happiness when we already lost it.
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<p align="left">Yes Gabby, you are very brilliant indeed.and stop telling yourself you are not. ^_^
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<p align="left"><br /><br /></p><p align="left">But I realized a question after reading the post...indeed that moment of finding your lost billion-dollar diamond is very rewarding and truly a big sign of happiness and change...I ask the question...What if...What if you cant or werent able to find your long lost billion-dollar diamond?What would become of you?Would you be forever sad?Would you forever be left in misery? Here goes the great part...I realized something more... There is no assurance of finding what is already lost.<br /><br /></p><p align="left">True Happiness happens or materializes the moment you realized what you have lost and took pursuit of this happiness again...But when all else fails...Misery is not the option...rather it is the act of acknowledeging the fact that "YOU" once had a billion-dollar Diamond that became a very important part of your life. This billion-dollar diamond would be in other people's hand now...atleast,Other people would be able to experience or appreciate the happiness of having a billion-dollar diamond.</p><p align="left"><br /><br /></p><p align="left">difficult.but needed.Life doesnt end when your happy.When you have actually self-actualized yourself.The act of becoming a beacon of light and hope to others should become your next priority. The world dont owe us anything.rather we owe the world everything.True happiness is when the happiness you realized is channeled to others as well.</p><p align="left"><br /><br /></p><p align="left">it boils down to being optimistic actually.The defense mechanism of sublimation can atest to the fact that it is indeed possible. We should be afraid of pain.hell.war.or all this negative stuff. There is beauty in pain. Recognition of happiness happens when pain surfaces and the urge to be happy is awakened. The admiration and goal to go or experience heaven is felt when we are in hell. The ultimate goal of war is Peace.Negativity kills...so smile...it helps...trust me...</p>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-68435504547571354932008-07-06T10:46:00.000-07:002008-07-06T11:09:28.353-07:00Sublimation: Transformation of negative emotions or instincts into positive actions, behavior, or emotion<div align="center"><em><strong>Smile dear...</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>its my hidden paradise</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>to Love you...</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Ill give up to no price</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">its 2:00am philippine time.Im awake.Im alive.Im tired.Im lost.but Im happy.*sigh*</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">There are things that just need to be done and realities that need to be faced.It may be difficult but it was never said to be impossible.Im 2km away from home right now but I got no worries.My Muscles are aching so bad but im at peace.Im missing everything but this temporary paradise soothed my soul. Im sure for the first time in 2 weeks ill be able to sleep with a smile once again in my face.I found my piece of heaven...again...</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">Defense Mechanism On!kzzt...tnx freud.</div><div align="left"> </div>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-90070961868414585152008-07-06T06:27:00.000-07:002008-07-06T08:47:11.156-07:00The computer manifestation of my mind... www.manifestme.com!@#$%^&*()ASFVZXBHLUOPWWQETGNBGHG!@#$%#&*()@#$%^*(FH!@##^*JSDGJKAASRGHKO!@!$@%HSD!@!@#$^%&%*)&)E%SDGKJJFSDGG$@#!%$!@#GHGJHLSDV@#$@^$*)SDGSYHFISCGDHTDFGHDR^!@$@^$&$^*%&(^IG@$&B@$%&N@$@$%^@$%*^(&*(@#$@%#%^$&$VTRTUTYIM$@@#$@%@^&*%&*TGERYTETU$^&#%@%@$$^^(&*)&*@#$@#%$^&%^*&^&(^&HERYERYH$%@%EJFKTUIO@$@$%SDGERYRU$%&^$%&%&(!@#$%^&*()ASFVZXBHLUOPWWQETGNBGHG!@#$%#&*()@#$%^*(FH!@##^*JSDGJKAASRGHKO!@!$@%HSD!@!@#$^%&%*)&)E%SDGKJJFSDGG$@#!%$!@#GHGJHLSDV@#$@^$*)SDGSYHFISCGDHTDFGHDR^!@$@^$&$^*%&(^IG@$&B@$%&N@$@$%^@$%*^(&*(@#$@%#%^$&$VTRTUTYIM$@@#†IDONTKNOWWHYTGERYTETU$^&#%@%@$$^^(&*)&*@#$@#%$^&%^*&^&(^&HERYERYH$%@%EJFKTUIO@$@$%SDGERYRU$%&^$%&%&(!@#$%^&*()ASFVZXBHLUOPWWQETGNBGHG!@#$%#&*()@#$%^*(FH!@##^*JSDGJKAASRGHKO!@!$@%HSD!@!@#$^%&%*)&)E%SDGKJJFSDGG$@#!%$!@#GHGJHLSDV@#$@^$*)SDGSYHFISCGDHTDFGHDR^!@$@^$@^&*%&*TGERYTETU$^&#%@%@$$^^(&*)&*@#$@#%$^&%^*&^&(^&HERYERYH$%@†BUTISTILLHURT$@$%SDGERYRU$%&^$%&%&(!@#$%^&*()ASFVZXBHLUOPWWQETGNBGHG!@#$%FH†SOMUCHTGERYTETU$^&#%@%@$$^^(&*)&*@#$@#%$^&%^*&^&(^&HERYERYH$%@%EJFKTUIO@$@$%SDGERYRU$%&^$%&%&(!@#$%^&*()ASFVZXBHLUOPWWQETGNBGHG!@#$%#&*()@#$%^*(FH!@##^*JSDGJKAASRGHKO!@!$@%HSD!@!@#$^%&%*)&)E%SDGKJJFSDGG$@#!%$!@#GHGJHLSDV@#$@^$*)SDGSYHFISCGDHTDFGHDR^!@$@^$GJKAASRGHKO!@!$@%HSD!@!@#$^%&%*)&)E%SDGKJJFSDGG$@#!%$!@#GHGJHLSDV@#$@^$*†IDONTKNOWIFILOSTMYPLACE)!@#%^%^&%*%*SDGSYHFISCGDH!@##!%%^SDFS!@#GD!@#%^TGERYTETU$^&#%@%@$$^^(&*)&*@#$@#%$^&%^*&^&(^&HERYERYH$%@%EJFKTUIO@$@$%SDGERYRU$%&^$%&%&(!@#$%^&*()ASFVZXBHLUOPWWQETGNBGHG!@#$%#&*()@#$%^*(FH!@##^*JSDGJKAASRGHKO!@!$@%HSD!@!@#$^%&%*)&)E%SDGKJJFSDGG$@#!%$!@#GHGJHLSDV@#$@^$*)SDGSYHFISCGDHTDFGHDR^!@$@^$†ILOVEYOUBUTIDONTKNOWIGTGERYTETU$^&#%@%@$$^^(&*)&*@#$@#%$^&%^*&^&(^&HERYERYH$%@%EJFKTUIO@$@$%SDGERYRU$%&^$%&%&(!@#$%^&*()ASFVZXBHLUOPWWQETGNBGHG!@#$%#&*()@#$%^*(FH!@##^*JSDGJKAASRGHKO!@!$@%HSD!@!@#$^%&%*)&)E%SDGKJJFSDGG$@#!%$!@#GHGJHLSDV@#$@^$*)SDGSYHFISCGDHTDFGHDR^!@$@^$@$&B@$%&N@$@$%^@$%*^(&*(@#$@%#%^asdasdasd$&$VTRT†IFISHOULDSTILLDO%&*TGERYTETU$^&#%@%@$$^TGERYTETU$^&#%@%@$$^^(&*)&*@#$@#%$^&%^*&^&(^&HERYERYH$%@%EJFKTUIO@$@$%SDGERYRU$%&^$%&%&(!@#$%^&*()ASFVZXBHLUOPWWQETGNBGHG!@#$%#&*()@#$%^*(FH!@##^*JSDGJKAASRGHKO!@!$@%HSD!@!@#$^%&%*)&)E%SDGKJJFSDGG$@#!%$!@#GHGJHLSDV@#$@^$*)SDGSYHFISCGDHTDFGHDR^!@$@^$^(&*)&*@#$@#%$^&%^*&^&(^&HERYERYH$%@%†ILOVETOWAITBUTIDONTKNOW$%&^$%&%&(!@#$%^&*()ASFVZXBHLUOPWWQETGNBGHG!@#$%#&*()@#TGERYTETU$^&#%@%@$$^^(&*)&*@#$@#%$^&%^*&^&(^&HERYERYH$%@%EJFKTUIO@$@$%SDGERYRU$%&^$%&%&(!@#$%^&*()ASFVZXBHLUOPWWQETGNBGHG!@#$%#&*()@#$%^*(FH!@##^*JSDGJKAASRGHKO!@!$@%HSD!@!@#$^%&%*)&)E%SDGKJJFSDGG$@#!%$!@#GHGJHLSDV@#$@^$*)SDGSYHFISCGDHTDFGHDR^!@$@^$$%^*(FH!@†HOWMUCHLONGERHKO!@!$@%HSD!@!@#$^%&%*)&)E%SDGKJJFSDGG$@#!%$!@#†ICANENDUREHFISCGDHTDFGHDR^!@$@^$&$^*%&(^IG@$&B@$%&N@$@$%^@$%*^(&*(@#$@%
the site i posted is a fake site.i made this up.teehee.BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-4399310770771779462008-06-28T21:19:00.000-07:002008-06-28T22:30:18.960-07:00(O_o)<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">POKER</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><br />
</strong></div><div align="center">A high stake gamble</div><div align="center">win or die</div><div align="center">played by countless</div><div align="center">poker faced, I</div><div align="center"><br />
Grab the chance</div><div align="center">this fortune dont come twice</div><div align="center">cut my wings </div><div align="center">sell it for a price</div><div align="center">
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the people stare </div><div align="center">Sweat covered cards, I hold</div><div align="center">I ripped the 7 of diamonds</div><div align="center">meaningful soul, broken ten-fold</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">a final sip from a glass of ice cold beer</div><div align="center">breathe in,breathe out</div><div align="center">gamble raised to the extreme</div><div align="center">flowing money, flowing sin, persisting doubt</div><div align="center">
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</div><div align="center">an airconditioned room full of people</div><div align="center">mixed stench,mixed emotions</div><div align="center">looking back with closed eyes</div><div align="center">living half alive aided by illusions</div><div align="center">
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ten of hearts to ace of hearts</div><div align="center">a royal flush to wing the game</div><div align="center">cut the head of the king of hearts</div><div align="center">let the queen have all the fame</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">all in!the bet was called</div><div align="center">lay down your life!the people roared</div><div align="center">I threw the cards and grabbed the knife</div><div align="center">crimson red blood, painted the floor</div><div align="center">
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</div><div align="center">The people say bleed!bleed!</div><div align="center">must maintain the poker-faced mask I wear</div><div align="center">pretend the slice dont hurt, gamble thy dear life</div><div align="center">Tick~Tock</div><div align="center">I would die,atleast I took the dare</div><div align="center">I say bleed!bleed!blee~</div>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-42509010627331598252008-06-21T21:57:00.000-07:002008-06-23T06:03:58.486-07:00The Beauty of Psychology part II ("I may be sad, but I was never Weak...")<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMp-5CXuy_npWWRx-6xYRxGO4-xFU63DGFHTDFswFSNv83ZYMLpSh4P-ie0ZrSR1q8GMdRD7ZRYHuuS0xTt_iuDIS5xskWcyw7ymdvvc7r0QA2urnhCbdZW33ndKIL-ir-Ze1IWOK0Go/s1600-h/strips.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214582042003185122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="47" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMp-5CXuy_npWWRx-6xYRxGO4-xFU63DGFHTDFswFSNv83ZYMLpSh4P-ie0ZrSR1q8GMdRD7ZRYHuuS0xTt_iuDIS5xskWcyw7ymdvvc7r0QA2urnhCbdZW33ndKIL-ir-Ze1IWOK0Go/s320/strips.bmp" width="436" border="0" /></a>
<div align="center"><strong>The Power of your Thoughts</strong></div>
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<div align="left">Placebo is the so called illusion medicine. Its a fake medicine that gives real medicinal effects. The patient just needs to think that the placebo is the real medicine although it is not. an example of this is when a person is having a headache or something you give him/her a sugar pill(pill w/ sugar inside instead of medicine) instead of a real pain reliever without telling that person that its not a real pain reliever. The desired effect of being relieved of pain would materialize since the brain recieved the information without biological basis that the person drank a real pain reliever although it is not real.</div>
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<div align="left">The Placebo is a very powerful tool. It removes possible side effects and problems a real medicine could give while still gaining the desired effect.
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<div align="left">The power of your thoughts is quite simple yet very difficult to understand. It is simply thinking what you want to materialize. immaterial things like pain,happiness,sadness,hope,love,and the sort could only materialize in two ways. if this emotions were manifested physically or emotionally through the environment or when you think and tell your mind that this emotions really exist.
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<div align="left">"I think ___ therefore I am ___"
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<div align="left">This is the simplest solution to this effect. A positive outlook is needed for this to work as well as a very understanding mind.
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<div align="left">We all have a beautiful mind, a very powerful tool and weapon it is.
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<div align="left">There are situations when you need to relive yourself from negative feelings like pain and sadness and it is in these situations that the power of your thoughts is needed to create your own placebo effect.Creating your own placebo is quite complicated.
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<div align="left">1.)<strong>Identification</strong></div>
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<div align="left">2.)<strong>Reflect</strong></div>
<div align="left"><strong>-</strong>Next you need to know how hurt or how much in pain are you. You need to assess how long this would take. If you can survive this or something. Then ask yourself the question why. The second step deals with knowing the roots of your problem.
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<div align="left"><strong>-</strong>Lastly, you need to identify the opposite of the feeling you want to remove. (ie. Sadness/happiness , Guilt/Peace, etc.) After you have realized the counter emotion you want to apply, the most difficult part comes in. You have to make your mind believe you are feeling the opposite.(ie. If you are sad you have to think that you are happy) The initial part of telling your mind what it should feel is the only difficult part, once you are succesful in doing so, the rest will follow.
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<div align="left">Explore your thoughts.Some pain are self inflicted.This placebo effect however is not adviseble to biological pains and sickness that needs real medical attention.
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Never dwell in the past for in the past. regret,guilt,anger,pain, and sadness are the only emotions found in the past. <br /><br />
Never look forward the future so much for Exitement is never always good for you. It brings about Anxiety and stress. <br /><br />
In the present, no past nor future exist. the present is the most important thing.For in the present, happiness exist. <br /><br />
Happiness in the context of the past is a sort of illusion. A feeling you want to experience again. And dwelling here would only lead to regret or sadness for not being in the state of happiness in the present while reminiscing the past happiness.
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Happiness in the context of the future is somewhat ambitious. A big wat if. this big question of what if is the main reason for anxiety to take place and bring stress to your life. And could also be the source of regret or disappointment if this expectation of happiness fails to materialize.
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Stay in the Present. Keep what makes you happy in the present. The human mind is not supposed to be used to dwell on something that is not beneficial to the well being of a person.
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The beauty of the human mind is so amazing to be wasted...Only mankind was given the chance to think and comprehend. But its a waste to see mankind waste the power of such a beautiful mind.
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"Think Beyond"
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Learn from the past. Hope for the Future. But always live for the present.BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-37334768814464348302008-04-22T02:17:00.000-07:002008-04-22T02:50:46.024-07:00The way I define my Faith.- and something to brighten up your day. ^^<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cfcyouthforchrist.net/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 173px;" src="http://www.cfcyouthforchrist.net/media/home.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>
<span style="font-size:85%;"><p>Today I decided to just simply post this pic because of one simple reason...I'm proud...yes I am proud... I'm a Youth for Christ and having your pic in the center and focused this well in the official website of the Youth for Christ would really make you proud. (Thats me pointing up in the middle.wearing black.) </p>
<p>Oh no,dont define what im doing now as being boastful...Im just proud, and there is nothing wrong with being proud.Its our God-given right of being proud. The way Nelson Mandela states it...</p>
</span><div style="text-align: center;"><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">We ask ourselves, who am I to be</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> fabulous?</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> Actually, who are we NOT to be?</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> You are children of God.</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> Your playing small doesn't serve the</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> world.</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> There's nothing enlightened about</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> shrinking so that other people won't feel</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> insecure around you.</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> We were born to manifest the glory of</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> God that is within us.</span></span></p>
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<p>This is the beauty of faith. Im posting this coz im proud that ive been placed in a pedestal because of my faith to God. Our God is an Awesome God... who am I to be ashamed of it.</p>
<p>~~~~~~~†shatteredangel†~~~~~~~~</p>
<p>Grabbed from Gemini Encounter it brightened up my day.so I decided not to be selfish and share it to everyone else. ^^ (gabby, pa grab ng story ha.tnx.)</p>
<p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. </span></p><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Days and weeks passed. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. </span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">
</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
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</span><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."</span> </p></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><strong><p>Epilogue:</strong></span> <div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">
<p>There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present." </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">
<p>The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.</span></div></div>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-8518229063281785992008-04-13T02:29:00.000-07:002008-04-13T03:01:21.993-07:00Wisdom of Road Signs<span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188661521457305746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFK4_vCKNZ2js4Kev4Tvji4_ksJjrdHAzZ5wx6IapxHeVLGDmjXHMcBisJiKx9lWetS_V4fEWdcMAp_Us29KodcrfKW8iiPFCPUQpFEep6l3Yt7aSvkXOsYRlAF5yB-RDlHVVQ0m1yU90/s320/dead.jpg" width="269" border="0" />Quite a twisted week this is. This week was full of wisdom. It started out normal and tiring. </span>
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<span style="font-size:85%;"><p>Summer class was up, I realized how important and "costly" education really is. </span>
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<span style="font-size:85%;"><p>Then, Money matters, I accompanied my mom around fixing things in our land under the agrarian reform.The government is buying it. then,I realized how difficult it is to look for money. <p>Then came next is the best thing…I got a new phone!:p its an iPhone N85. Then I realized how wonderful parents are. </span>
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<span style="font-size:85%;"><p>But, the saying that what comes up must go down really is true. Because this week didn’t all go smoothly… I reached a dead end…a dead end Id rather discuss privately… but came the most unexpected thing…a text message from a friend with the following quote.
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"I love Dead End signs...they are so kind...they are decent enough to tell you that you are going nowhere."
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This is a quote I stumbled upon lately...came in perfect timing...came almost like a music note in heavenly tune.The quote was so optimistic I smiled at the brilliance of the idea alone. It states one simple truth. Honesty really is brilliant.
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Road signs such as the Dead End are full of wisdom really… it’s a matter of understanding decisions… It’s a matter of looking beyond the box. Its beyond optimism… Its Understanding. We mosly feel bad reaching dead end signs feeling that we wasted time but the truth is we should be glad because this signs didn’t let us reach the dead end itself. I consider the Dead end sign as one of the most brilliant ideas now.
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This is all…ciao.till next post…got lots of ideas right now…too much ideas…</span>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-86936177357030994772008-04-06T22:03:00.000-07:002008-04-06T23:30:13.261-07:00Megalomania~bow down!<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I woke up today and realized something.Its one of those mornings wherein you would suddenly feel that there is a cartoonic lightbulb that suddenly pops out over your head. I woke up at around 6:15an and pretended to be asleep till 830 am, talk about being </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">lazy</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">and tired. I felt like this day was going so slow...pretty slow compared to other days. I stood up and started dreaming bout how my day would become and how my superhuman intervention to the world would affect it.Then I realized, I live on <span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">repeated fantasies</span>.</span></span></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span>
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<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*sigh* Is megalomania that bad? yes...I realized im a <span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;">megalomaniac</span>. A person having illusions of power and prestige. Its not just about standing tall its about acting tall. Its great to pretend that your powerful and stuff like that but the scary thing is when you actually believe that you are. Thats when the illusions of power come in.</span></span>
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<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Power OverWhelming!!!" Bow down to me.I am capable of devastating power. I can kill you and torment you with my mind!"</span>
<span style="font-size:78%;">-such an illusion I always say.</span>
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<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">The Expected reaction from me would be to stare down and deny all this...but I guess I have to accept the fact I really am a megalomaniac. I just have to find another way to look at it.~God made us powerful and brilliant in his image, and who are we not to manifest it anyway? </span>
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<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Hadoukenn! Souryoreppa!"</span>
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<span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-50707499559828138462008-04-06T06:02:00.000-07:002008-04-06T06:08:50.895-07:00Poetic Assertions<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:300;color:#ff0000;"><a href="http://www.vitaconvulsusangeluspoem.blogspot.com/">CLICK ME!!!</a></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:7;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I wont be posting my poems in this blog anymore...whew...I want to <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">organize</span> things.I posting it in a separate blog so that this blog would be solely for...err...blog entries...haha. btw. that annoying thing above that says click me is actually a hyperlink.and yes you have to click it... Where does it lead to? have you not been reading? just click it! got a new poem over there entitled Dead Poet. tnx! and yes again you have to click that dang thing above.</div>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-19584047218872574742008-04-05T23:44:00.000-07:002008-04-06T00:54:06.515-07:00Some Internet reading of the meaning of my name...so true...<table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"><tr><td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"><span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><strong>What Julio Czar Means</strong></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color:#000000;">You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.<br />You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.<br />You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.<br /><br />You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.<br />And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.<br />You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.<br /><br />You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.<br />You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.<br />Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.<br /><br />You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.<br />You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.<br />You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.<br /><br />You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.<br />You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.<br />At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.<br /><br />You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.<br />You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.<br />A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.<br /><br />You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience.<br />You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along.<br />But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge.<br /><br />You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. <br />You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. <br />You have the classic "Type A" personality.<br /><br />You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.<br />You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.<br />You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.</span></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/">What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?</a></div>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-54937519045088748722008-03-27T05:54:00.000-07:002008-03-27T06:17:30.779-07:00Poetic Nonsense<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Oxygen</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br />
Love,LiveCry </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">no more</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">running water</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">unfixed mirror</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br />
Wake,Stand</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">never weak again</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Cracked floor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">broken man</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br />
Walk,run</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">against the wall</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">blowing wind</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">unending fall</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br />
rise,fly</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">beyond the skies </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">infinite fantasy </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">deadly dice</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br />
crouch,hide</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">behind the mask</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">hidden tears</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">poison flask</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><br />
Cry,Die</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Stumble down</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">broken reality</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">tarnished crown</span></div>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-21433264840149190232008-03-22T00:50:00.000-07:002008-03-22T01:14:16.614-07:00WHAT IS LOVE?<span style="font-size:85%;">3 hours of editting other peoples poems and short stories...I am so tired.sigh...might as well share this stuff.got this from Gemini Encounter.I find it kewl...and true in some way.
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WHAT IS LOVE?
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1. Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, And is your voice caught within your chest?
<br />• It isn't Love, it's Like.
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<br />2. You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?• It isn't Love, it's Lust.3. Are you proud, and eager to show them off?
<br />• It isn't Love, it's Luck.
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<br />4. Do you want them because you know they're there?
<br />• It isn't Love, it's Loneliness.
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<br />5. Are you there because it's what everyone wants?
<br />•It isn't Love, it's Loyalty.
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<br />6. Do you stay for their confessions of Love, because you don't want to hurt them?
<br />• It isn't Love, it's Pity.
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<br />7. Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
<br />• It isn't Love, it's being Unconfident.
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<br />8. Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
<br />• It isn't Love, it's Infatuation.
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<br />9. Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
<br />• It isn't Love, it's Friendship.
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<br />10. Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?
<br />• It isn't Love, it's a Lie.
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<br />11. Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?
<br />• It isn't Love, it's Charity.</span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YkFc4r2RvaE/R7uqAbDkHiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/P6Z0casWJ9o/s1600-h/purple+heart.gif"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">
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<br />1. Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />• Then it's Love.
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<br />2. Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />• Then it's Love.
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<br />3. Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />• Then it's Love.
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<br />4. Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />• Then it's Love.
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<br />5. Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />• Then it's Love.
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<br />6. But do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />• Then it's Love.
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<br />7. Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />• Then it's Love.</span>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917039966803575987.post-28498321466554021092008-03-16T05:07:00.000-07:002008-03-16T21:14:17.825-07:00The world in black and white<table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Body aches, head hurts, runny nose, exams tommorow...what could get better than this.haha. Might as well put my time to good use by writing another blog entry. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Ive seen the world in full colors and even sepia too...but nothing compares to seeing the world in black and white...no colors....no complications...no emotions... no hate...no love...a utopian world... A world similar to the movie equilibrium where everyone living was required by law to take a drug that supresses human emotion because of one reason....they say that the source of pain and crime in the world...is human emotion selfishness,envy,hate,love, and stuff... How i wish i have a drug like that...
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Why you may ask?simple...to be able to deal with the world...
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Its a great relief...
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to be able to stand and look at others when everyone is dying...
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to be able to avoid crying when you yourself is bleeding...
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to be able to suffer no more the imperfect world...
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now wouldnt that be great...but what are emotions really for? are they merely a source of pain and suffering? Well recently i started to believe otheriwise...for the greatest joys of life...can be found in these imperfect emotions... and now I start to live my life with a full blast of colors...may it be dull, dark, gloomy, sunny, bright or what...its life...and I would love to experience every pain and joy of it...no more black and white pictures...
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<span style="font-size:85%;">Its been a long time since the day i stood up and left the masquerade and joined the people in the streets. It felt so good to have nothing covering your face, no masks, just your own little existense. Its a very relaxing feeling i tell you... soo relaxing its too scary to be true. People say removing the mask makes you real, but being real doesnt mean its better. I have countless masks...
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<span style="font-size:85%;">When Im at school I wear a mask filled with colors, a mask painted with rainbows, a mask pleasing to others eyes. I am a social person, a person who easilly fits in a given crowd. People like me, Teachers think im smart, they say i could be a great leader and be a great person someday. But, then again, its not me. For I never liked too much company, I never liked laughing much, I never liked to be looked upon. I never liked standards of how you should live life, but reality tells me that in society...it is necessary for you to fit in, to reach the standards and be accepted. Soon the colors of this mask shall fade...but before that happens, ill use it to reach the standards...and when im on top...ill change it...then the world shall revolve in my palm...
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<span style="font-size:85%;">A blank mask creates the illusion i need when people starts to get to know me...They see nothing..They see just eyes, and hear just words...no emotions...no nothing...just a blank face staring back, talking back... You might think im scared or what...but believe me...It is necessary... Its been only a few times when this mask was removed by someone...those people i call not friends...but rather blessings... For they took time to see beyond the shadows and behind the mask....someday, this mask shall be removed and placed in a box...and that day...would be the day this little red beating thing in my chest would stary trusting...
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<span style="font-size:85%;">It is a logical sin to assume that being real means being true and that being true means being better... The world is imperfect...and so am I...</span></p>BoyKidlathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16921232358740798977noreply@blogger.com0