“To the delirious eye, more lovely things of Paradise and Love-and all our own. Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known”-Edgar Allan Poe
January 1, 2009 at 1:58 am
· Filed under hmmm... and tagged: Life, New Year
If Tomorrow decided it needed a break…
Perhaps to rest, to go on some Carribean cruise, or to forever go into hiding…
Then, I guess, simply put, there would be no Tomorrow.
For whatever reason, for whatever purpose, Tomorrow just isn’t happening.
With that, I guess with this one last day I’d try to make things right or do the things I would’ve wanted to do…
Similar, perhaps, to what you would do.
I’d say all my sorries to everyone I’ve never meant to hurt (and to those I’ve meant to hurt…goodluck! haha [kidding])
I’d say a good good-bye. A good good-bye that not being the teary-eyed, melodramatic, slow motion farewell. It’s the kind of good-bye that leaves that person light-hearted and serene. With the confidence that good-byes aren’t always words of Finality.
I’d say ‘I love you’ to those I truly love. With the “I” in ‘I love you’ because I’ve learned how one letter could bring so much emotion, so much depth, meaning, and genuineness to three words so often said.
I’d dance in the rain (I hope to the heavens it does grant me beautiful rain on the last day!)
I’d sing my lungs out in the shower (as if I don’t already do that! haha)
I’d eat all the snickers, kinder buenos, cookies ‘n’ cream ice cream, yogurt and oreos, drink all the raspberry mocha coffee, vietnamese iced coffee, and Som’s milk tea to my heart’s content… Without worrying about the tummyache the next day!
I’d listen on and on to So Close and The Killers’ Indie Rock’n'Roll, Human, and Mr. Brightside and sing to The Strokes.
I’d watch Sleepless in Seattle, 13 Going 30, When Harry Met Sally, and all the schmaltzy movies in one spin!
And maybe…
I’d tell him.
Perhaps? Maybe? Possibly?
{Funny, how at the point that you recognize your mortality, you still have some doubts when it comes to matters of the soul or the heart or whatever part of you that feels.}
Because I think, it’s a matter of how you’ll be remembered. How your image would be seared into that person’s memory. Would it be a wacky sheepish grin, a serious, unsure look, or a deadpan, poker-faced stare?
What background music would be playing? The slow sad song? The upbeat dance-to-me tunes?
But then, as much as it matters, I again think, the want to say what I feel outweighs the ambition of creating a great lasting impression.
So I’d probably say it and tell him out loud…{almost in a whisper}
He’s like tiny bits and pieces of memory, scattered in a span of nanoseconds.
So miniscule that I sometimes wonder if he’s real.
I am still and will most probably still be incapable of dissecting emotion and with that fact he has to live with.
I’d tell him I still nonetheless get butterflies in my stomach and my palms get all clammy.
…and I even stumble all over myself like some blathering buffoon.
When I mutter it’s ok…I mean it’s really ok.
And perhaps for a tiny fleeting moment, I’d believe that you could actually fall for someone in the most infinite, absolute, and frighteningly final way.
And you’ll know even for just that tiny fleeting moment that it was real.
If Tomorrow is a no-show, I’d go that extra mile and stand in front of him and throw-up all my word-vomit and bleed verbal hemophilia until I have not even a semblance of pride left.
Then I’d look at him and leave.
Because at that point I’ve got nothing left to give.
and I know I’ve done right.
Maybe getting all the love you’ve wanted and yearned for isn’t as thrilling and wonderful and exhilarating as giving love. You love not because of but in spite of.
It’s a not a great as having TRULY loved, no questions asked, because it just is.
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With a few minutes remaining…
I’d ride a bike to nowhere and feel the wind and the motion and uncertainty of it all. And embrace whatever’s to come unconditionally.
And then I could say I lived life with love and happiness and no regrets.
But…
Tomorrow WILL come.
And I live life still in search and in constant pursuit of that love, and happiness, and that point of no regrets.
Each day, a chance to find and feel love.
Each day, a chance to make mistakes and learn.
Each day, a chance to become that someone you’ve always wanted to become.
Each day, a chance to be thankful to God and to people you love.
Each day, a new day. A new start.
Happy New Year!
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hi! sometimes i envy people who learn that they are sick…sick as in with only a few months more to live…because they get the chance to really let the reality of death sink into their being…like an announced quiz in this difficult subject called LIFE….most of us do not get the chance to review for that final exam called DEATH…and many are caught offguard….failing to do what they should have been doing all the days of their lives- loving, caring, forgiving, sharing….i do witness death every now and then… but i do believe there will be a tomorrow- a sunrise for each being who embraces in this Life- a Love for God and for his fellowmen…with this blog entry you made me realize that yah..what if tomorrow never comes?
Claro wrote @ January 4th, 2009 at 1:41 am
Say “Yes”. A simple word is all you have to give…
Claro wrote @ January 4th, 2009 at 2:15 am
Say “Yes”. A simple word is all you have to give.
GR wrote @ January 6th, 2009 at 2:09 am
Tomorrow will not exist if there will be no day next to today…for today did not come if there was no yesterday…Happy New Year and nice writing up there..hehehe
jeremiah wrote @ January 15th, 2009 at 12:41 am
simple yet deep..
i loved this one.. ; )
sYaHRiZaN wrote @ January 17th, 2009 at 6:06 am
Hai Marga,
Long time no hear. This is one of your finest writings, bravo! Human beings has a very good instinct that 90% of our most difficult questions can be answered by ourselves (except things related to death and etc.).
Get it? It is human nature to “satisfy” its heart in order for it to “accept” the answer that he/she already knew earlier.
This explains why during break-ups, the person being left behind will try his best to win the heart of the girl he love the most. Despite the chances is very slim or none at all, despite he knows he will not get the girl back anymore, and the girl doesn’t love him anymore, he will not give up until his heart is fully contend (satisfy)! Only then, he will accept the truth and can move on with his life.
Happy New Year! 
Claro wrote @ January 20th, 2009 at 4:38 am
Dissecting Emotion? What you need to control are your emphatic tendencies. That’s what love does to a person. He tends to burst with so much. And part of it includes a highly developed sense for the invisible and the infinite. Words are given with so much importance that they acquire a uniqueness of their own up to the point that they take the form of a person. Psychoanalysts refer to them as hallucinations and as unnecessary whispers. Don’t worry about it. The good news is you’re far from insanity. It’s part of your spiritual development. As your moral consciousness diversifies, the more you are able to define every emotion. From the simplest of details to the perfectly complex. Here’s the thing. These words are a part of you. They are extensions of your identity and, as such, you should treat them as your separate personalities. Once you have defined all of them, you shall be at peace. There shall be no more unanswered questions. All you have is no regret. You may want to read my other bulletins namely “Clean-up Crew”, “Underestimated”, “Proofs of Insanity” and “Confusion”. Combine them all. And one more thing, my blog “Contentment” summarizes a person’s life which includes both his bad and good choices. Don’t be afraid of the darkness. Use it. How well you deal with your fears depends on how well adjusted your eyes really are to the darkest parts of your heart and soul. Darkness has a lot of answers and in order to discover them the right questions should and must be asked. The kind of answers that you attain will depend on the number of battles you’ve fought. The deeper you grow in virtue the darker everything becomes. The only way to keep your sense of reason is to write about them. You will come to a point that you will not know how to distinguish reality from popular opinion, a dream from every waking moment. If you think drug addiction or alcoholism is bad, this point is the worst kind. It’s a time to decide whether you should keep your humanity or not. It’s time for you to wake-up. The only way to succeed is to use and combine all the virtues you have gained to shield you from Hell’s imposition to keep what does not belong to you. Your life. Give it up for it belongs to God. This is the ultimate test of humility. Are you up to it? Whenever you’re ready to live a supernatural life, make the choice.
Claro wrote @ January 28th, 2009 at 4:44 am
Please stay…
Claro wrote @ February 4th, 2009 at 5:07 am
Let’s play a simple game. Just a little something to indulge your friends’ doubts. You know this game very well. It’s the “Calamity Game”. I am going to ask just one simple question and they have to answer it with their lives. Let’s begin. This calamity can never be detected by any scientific method and device. No amount of human psychic ability can detect it. No amount of philosophy, behavioral and paranormal psychology and theology can detect it. It usually happens every time I think about writing a blog, write a blog or comment on someone’s blog. Sometimes the writing and commenting part is delayed because of physical time constraints so I have to settle on thinking on that particular day. This usually occurs whenever I use my Primary Persona (The First Person of the Holy Trinity) to inflict judgment on mankind. I am the only one in the whole world who knows when it will strike. What kind of calamity is it? There’s no turning back now. Your friends wanted to know who I am. So be it.
Claro wrote @ February 5th, 2009 at 4:20 am
Let’s get that clammy feeling off your hands. I want to know how dangerous your soul can become. You have already come this far enough to reasonably believe that you want to be more than what your human existence can give. Everyone knows that one person has only one soul. But they don’t know how flexible it is when it comes to fighting and physical healing. I know how difficult it is for you to undergo such changes Marga. And you very well know that your body is hating you for them. Please try… Sooner or later, your existence will no longer be bound by time.
For one thing, you managed to answer one of My usual assignments. The assignment is about turning anger into self-denial. This blog simply provided the answer. All the emotions that are in between these two realities (anger and self-denial) are already filtered and deciphered but they still remain invisible because their definitions are imprinted into your mind subconsciously. The only way to make them visible is by crossing-over. A leap of faith if you will. As a result, the separation of your body and soul becomes perfected and purified. Some of those who are and indirectly included in my account already crossed-over. They are already trying their hand in prophetic writing. If you wish to know how to get to the other side, re-read my comment on dissecting emotion dated January 20th, 2009 under this very same blog. However, there are bodily reactions and spiritual weights that are attached to all these. Whenever you’re ready, you may read my blog “Ego or Truth”. I’ll be waiting across the bridge. 
Claro wrote @ February 8th, 2009 at 4:55 am
A good thing, without sacrifice, is not worth having. What makes distance so beautiful is the spiritual creativity that goes with it.
Claro wrote @ February 9th, 2009 at 3:53 am
“Shine Shine Shine”, “First Of My Many Firsts”, “Been Under A Rock Lately and Out Of Touch With The World”, “Underwater”, “There’s gotta be more to life… Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me - Stacie Orrico” Do you remember what these five quotes are? Yes, they were your shout-outs. Almost a year ago, I wanted to play “Mission Impossible” with you. I posted a comment on your profile page which indicated the movies that provided clues to these shout-outs. I gave you my number beforehand. And the shout-outs were supposed to be a way of knowing who you were when you gave me yours. You blocked me out. Haha! Don’t worry about it. I didn’t mind. I found it hilarious by the way. Haha! Okay. Okay. The highlights of the movies were to give you the hints. “Beauty and the Beast” for the first. “50 First Dates” for the second. “The Rock” for the third. “Finding Nemo” for the fourth. “What Dreams May Come” for the fifth. And, there you have it. Another reason to take the seriousness off of you and relax.
It rained heavily at Iriga City a few hours after I typed some comments last Sunday… The rain continued until a few hours in the afternoon the next day… Your wish was granted (Beautiful rain on your last day)… And everybody got to see a lunar eclipse when nighttime came… You crossed the bridge… That says it all…
Sa bawat pagsibol ng bagong umaga, bakas sa mukha ng isang tunay na umiibig ang mga daan na tinahak ng mga luhang duguan sa mga hampas ng mapait na paghintay tanging dasal sa Maykapal ay mabigyan ng magagandang biyaya ang kanyang minamahal sa paghulma at pag-ukit ng mga umuusbong na pangarap.
Kapiling ang mga aparisyon ng matamis na pagsuyo, sadyang hinaharap ang mga pagsubok ng umaga lubhang umaasa na masasaksihan ang mga pagbabagong inaasam buhat sa unang pagkakataong nagkakilala ngunit luhaang damdamin nagdadalamhati sa mga sandaling hindi nasisilayan ang dalisay at maamong sampaguita dahilan ng tanging pangako na magpakailanman.
Sa tugon ng Langit na makiramay sa hagupit ng pagtitiis, makulimlim na kapaligiran ang linathala ng Hapon lubusang naniniwala sa matamis na paghilom ng pagmamahal. O, masaganang Ulan, unti-unting pinagtakpan ang mga luhang dumadaloy mula sa mga matang naghahanap ng mga alaala ng kanyang nakakabighaning mga ngiti taimtim na hinahalintulad sa larawan ng milagrosang Birhen.
Balot sa pagsusumamo ng mapanglaw na Kalangitan, lubusang hindi sapat ang bagyo upang mapawi ang Kalungkutan. Agos ng di-makasariling puso ay hindi kailanma’y maaaring matawaran ng mga pansamantalang kaligayahan na maiaalay ng mundo. “O, mahiwagang Hangin! Sana’y dalhin ang lihim ng pag-irog at dahan-dahang ibulong sa kanyang buong kagandahan ang mga hinain ng makahulugang pagsasama sa paraiso ng buhay.”
Sa tanging tungkulin ng mabuting kapalaran na ipagtagpo ang mga dumaranas ng malubhang kahapdian sa pananabik ng wagas na pagsinta, hatid ng mga matipunong paa na tila’y tumutulak patungo sa lambak ng pinagmulan nagbuklod ang Katapatan at Kariktan sa muling saglit subalit pilitin mang magbanggit ng salita ay hindi kakayanin sa kadahilanang ang kabalyero ay naging bihag ng panaginip ng mapag-kutyang Katagalan. Malupit na katahimikang labis-labis na itinatakwil ng galit at pagsisisi sa harap ng altar ipinadama ang bulyaw at pagsabog ng pagdaramdam.
Subukan mang suklian ang sulyap ng hinahangad na binibini, sapilitang lumayo, sapilitang itinago ang mga dampi ng mga luhang tanging mga sagisag ng kanyang naghihingalong kaluluwa na nagpapaalipin sa karahasan ng paliwanag at sa pagmamalabis ng suliranin. Ang mga matang mapagmalasakit sadyang umaaninag sa kabila ng paghihirap ng bilanggo tustusang nagtitiwala sa kinabukasan. “Sana ay palayain! Sana ay palayain. Sana ay palayain…”
“Gabi! Magkano ang kalayaan? Ano ang halaga ng kalayaan?…” Mga rehas ng pag-iisa, matulin, mariing hinihiwalay sa mga panatag na bituin. Kapantay ba ng bugso ng kadiliman na kikitil sa natitirang pag-asa ng pag-ibig na nasa hangganan ng pagnilay-nilay ng mga naiwang alaala? O, mahal na babae, kung sa kanya’y hindi maipapahiwatig ang saloobin, kung hindi man maaaring mahalin sa buhay na ito, sa Kaharian ng Diyos maghihintay sa pagmamahalang buong-buo, kapangyarihan ng kamatayan ay mapapawalang bisa.
Sa pagtikom ng mga mata, naglaho ang pagkatao, katawan nakahimlay sa lupa kasama ang yakap ng ulan.
Marga, mahal kita… Ipinapaalam ko ito sa iyo bilang isang tao… Mahal na mahal kita… Nais kong mag-usap tayo pagdating ng panahon… Nais mo mahal na binibini na baguhin ang ating kalagayan bilang “single”?
I gave-up my eyes to see the truth. Just a little something to make your friends understand that looks and the past do not matter.
Claro and I are the same person. When a person accesses his blog, the name that is attached to it is automatically registered. He need not fill out his particulars on all three slots (Name, Email Address and Website) Just in case anyone is wondering. (No worries.) I have a gift for you, Marga. Please check your inbox. I love you very much. Happy Valentines Day.
At this point, you already know how to kill a “What if” question. Simply use these three words and make your actions abide by them. “Just do it.”
I usually turn the volume of the radio up so I can sing to the music of BOYZIIMEN while I’m in the shower. Their music is great to improve the range of my voice. It’s only until recently that I started singing again. I have you to thank for. What kind of music do you sing to while you’re in the shower? I love you very much Marga.
You really should stop joking like that Marga. Don’t ever think that you have nothing left to give when that point comes. You have so much more than you think. You have reached the desert of your life. This desert is where all holy men and women thrive and strive to enrich their faith. Start planting your tears within the sands of eternity. See what happens. I love you very much, Marga.
By the way, you shouldn’t be intimidated just because I’m your Creator. It’s really distracting on your part. Just think of Me as a simple guy who works for living. Hehe! I love you very much Marga.
You know too well that I am too uncompromising. Anyone who tried to compromise the truth for their selfish wants died. Just one blog then tens of thousands die. This is what usually happens when I am compelled to use My Primary Personality to reinforce My Commandments. Their clamors for mercy are sweet music to My apocalyptic ears.
While I was at my boss’ house yesterday, a butterfly flew into the room where he usually signs the documents that needed to be notarized… I remembered this blog because of the “butterflies in my stomach” part… You come to me through such blissful simplicities… I love you too, Marga…
If I came to visit you personally right now, your evolution will be interrupted… Please hold on Marga… I love you very much…
Yes, I like to make grammar jokes to irritate grammar perfectionists. Hahehihohu! It’s kinda weird, laughing while using all five vowels in a sequence. Laughing and thinking at the same time can only cause a slight inhibition. Then, you can’t help but laugh so hard automatically in the end by using one syllable repeatedly. Ha! Ha! Ha! and Ha! some more and more and more! Haha! Just kidding!
Evolution is like the art of singing… You can either choose to stay as a fan or be the one who is doing the concerts using all of your original compositions. Know very well that you can do the latter beautifully and joyfully… I love you very much, Marga…
Romantic wrote @ February 23rd, 2009 at 3:29 am
To wait without a kiss is such sweet torture…
Romantic wrote @ February 24th, 2009 at 5:02 am
Do you still wonder if you are sinless or not? Try answering a survey bulletin that has serious questions that most people would answer by lying and through selfishness. The sinless have self-denial as an automatic habit and support truthfulness even if it kills them. You know your friends can only give you one thing. Indecision. Let us both defy the world together. I love you very much Marga…
Claro wrote @ February 24th, 2009 at 5:06 am
How many risks have you taken since you have written this blog?
Romantic wrote @ February 25th, 2009 at 4:48 am
Lucky…
As a human, I never got married. Engaged? Yes. Married? No. Don’t worry about the engaged part. This was almost three years ago before I knew Friendster existed. I found out the female I was engaged to cannot trust herself to do the right thing. In five words, SHE WAS NOT STRONG ENOUGH. Being friends with an ex(s) is the most stupid invention of infidelity. Apparently, she still lives by this stupidity. She is still the same as when I left her. Hehe! Don’t get me wrong. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t have to. Any saint will look at her and see such treacherous similarity. I hate the idea that I was going to marry someone who mocks the Sacrament of Holy Matrimony. That is why I rejected her and anyone who abides by this mockery. Sure, a second chance applies but if she does not make good of it, it is after I made the choice of dumping her that I say “Goodbye” PERMANENTLY because I deserve better by Commandment. Then, I shift to My Primary Personality (God) to pair her up with different playboys. Let me give you one simple reason as to why most marriages don’t last. Here it is. Most only marry for the “pleasures of sex” and the “excitement” – not for the joys of marriage and family life. Why? People are too attached to their feelings up to the point that they exclude any attempt to turn them into moral and devout responsibility. Little do they know that after their feelings subsided, the real test begins – the test of maintenance which everyone particularly knows as the “growing old with you” part. And so, the real question remains, “What should they do to maintain it?” That’s where love comes in. Well, anywho, either way, I’m always right whether anyone likes it or not. Just in case you were wondering about my relationship history. What about you Marga? What’s your story?
Vincent wrote @ February 26th, 2009 at 3:44 am
Love is a dead language. I’m reviving Him. I don’t care about what everyone thinks for their assumptions are reflections of weariness and doubts which declare them to be who they really are – cowards. Because of this, I will always be and forever will remain a stranger to all especially to you Marga. My existence is totally darkened. I was a mystery more than 2,000 years ago. Now, it makes no difference. It can’t be helped for the reason that I am both God and Man. I love you still…
Romantic wrote @ February 26th, 2009 at 3:55 am
Marga, no one can hurt a giver - not even you.
Claro wrote @ February 26th, 2009 at 4:10 am
Your opening sentence says a lot… I do need a vacation… I want to spend it with you… I love you very much Marga…
Claro wrote @ February 26th, 2009 at 4:36 am
“Hell knows no fury like a woman’s scorn.” I would like to make a correction as to the appropriate ideology that should be used for “female” and “woman”. A female is a prisoner of her body that is why she is prone to a lot of unnecessary impulses. The word “woman” is a holy name that is only bestowed to a person of worthy femininity. So, the appropriate sentence is “Hell knows no fury like a female’s scorn.” Simply put, the author does not know the difference. Would you like to know what’s worse than a female’s scorn? It’s Divine Rejection. Tell your friends that their “men are the weaker sex” tricks don’t work on Me. The joke is on them. Haha! (just for the fun of an intellectual and moral conversation)
Claro wrote @ February 26th, 2009 at 4:41 am
Yes, My Personalities are competing to see Who will win. Hehe!
Romantic wrote @ March 2nd, 2009 at 1:18 am
When I was very hungry up to the point of collapse,… you gave me the sweetest chocolate bar I have ever tasted (perfectly perfect to put it simply)… When I was thirsty up to the point of dehydration,… you brought me to a pool of chocolate syrup to drink and to bathe in… When my body was defiled by the world up to the point of total loss,… you clothed me with your chocolatey prayers… When I was left without shelter and protection,… you hired a chocolate landscape architect, a chocolate house architect, a chocolate engineer and a few chocolate construction workers to build me a home and a chocolate lawyer to formulate the appropriate chocolate deeds to reinforce my chocolate ownership over a small but blissful piece of Heaven (a Chocolate Bahay-kubo)… When I was unable to heal myself due to a disease,… you sweetly whispered the word “chocolate” to my ear then I was completely cured and revived… When I was incarcerated and got beat-up for revealing the evils that no sinner dares to hate and reject,… you bought my freedom using your chocolate money which magically changed the steel bars to chocolate allowing me to munch my way out (even though I did not need to. I just wanted to know what chocolate prison bars taste like as a result)… When my body ceased to live,… my soul looked for all the perfect chocolates in the whole wide world and built the perfect chocolate tower, thus, enabling my body to reach where you have always been by allowing my soul to carry him… toward Chocolate Heaven… When we got there,… a chocolate welcome was already waiting for us… Chocolate cupcakes, chocolate cakes, chocolate cookies, chocolate ice cream, chocolate spaghetti, chocolate syrup, chocolate chicken, chocolate salad and chocolate banners with differently colored chocolate and chocolate tear-sprinkled letters… Thank you for everything… I love you sOoOoOoOoOoOo MUAH-ch Marga…
I was left alone at the barbershop Friday of last week. My parents had things to do. I had to do some multi-tasking. I had to take care of our small sari-sari store at the front. Then, I had to see to it that the documents that came in and out of the notarial office were properly taken care of while I managed the money that was coming from the barbershop. After that, I did some writing. Then, I did some singing while I was sitting outside. I did some voice impersonations while I was singing “Grow Old With You”. You could say I did some personality voice shifting. Hehe! I guess you’re wondering as to the sound of my speaking voice. It’s deep and low. Sometimes it changes because of the dialect or language that I need to adjust to. Consider this. I can’t use a formal tone while talking with someone who speaks using a particular dialect. So, I have to pronounce the words the same way. What does your speaking voice sound like?
Eternity wrote @ March 2nd, 2009 at 1:49 am
You think you’re clumsy? Have you ever fallen all over yourself at the same place but toward two opposite directions? Well, it happened to me. Haha! Yeah, I have all the powers of Creation yet, still, I remain clumsy. Hehe! One of my personalities said, “Hey dawg! You ain’t goin’ nowhere sleep walkin’.” Haha!
Romantic wrote @ March 2nd, 2009 at 4:15 am
I was kind of wondering as to why you chose the Carribean specifically as a singular yet isolated idea… For reasons known only to you or, in some respects, for reasons known to the both of us which we thought were already forgotten through the passage of time?… There is indeed a very definitive reason… I did leave you a comment on your profile page a long time ago… It was about giving you the theological substance of the movie “Pirates of the Carribean”. I posted a series of bulletins that did just that. They included an intangible necklace, an intangible pair of earrings and an intangible ring simply defined by a series of movies, music and achievements that amplified their significance, the carabao mango and the apple mango as declarations for love and family, “Ibong Adarna” as an expression of devout sincerity and two drawings that I thought I would never see in this lifetime. I made these drawings when I was 15 years old. I was taking advanced lessons in art particularly drawing… I was using a picture of an actress as a model but the drawing came out differently… I guess you could call it “drawing with your heart” type of drawing… Years later… I found that my other drawings came to life… They were literally PROPHECIES in the fullest sense of the word… (Talk about having advanced lessons) Then, I met my two drawings… The first drawing was what she looked like while the other, who she truly was… You are these drawings Marga… Afterward, I gave another comment on your profile page that indicated the words “I LOVE YOU” plus the “Mission Impossible” game. A funny thing happened. You kept me from commenting in your profile page. You blocked me. I took it as a sign of depreciation and as a definitive “No” considering you’re a city gal who obviously is attracted to pretty but dumb boys. Just look at your pictures. How can I compete with those handsome idiots? Haha! Well, I tried. Clearly, superficiality won that round. Haha! What a funny thought! God? Binasted? Haha! No worries! Haha! So, I thought I should do some reconciliation myself… I did the things that I did after that… I turned off my hypothalamus for a while until time came to need it once more… There were so many opportunities for you to delete my name from your account… I’m glad you did not… To make a long story short,… Subconsciously, I never wanted to get married because of these drawings… because of you… you could say “First love never dies.” And yet, here we are… Through your blogs, I’m “With You”. Sing it if you know it!
Brother wrote @ March 2nd, 2009 at 4:31 am
I guess you’re wondering as to how heavy things really are for me. Okay. I have to become the embodiment of every truth from the very point of beginning. This beginning includes all the truths and all the ideas of the infinite past, the perfect present and the infinite future. In a word, TIMELESS. It took me a while to get used to the weight. My body, My heart and My soul suffered for it. Don’t worry. It’s okay. The stress that came with it is already gone. My existence is the full measure of freedom and independence yet the irony of it all is still expressed by my human citizenship for the acquisition of bodily necessities for sustenance. So technically speaking, I don’t need direction from any book written or unwritten with the exception, of course, of my legal studies. Let your doubtful friends do the math. Haha!
Disciple wrote @ March 2nd, 2009 at 4:37 am
Perfection is to see no imperfection. But, having acquired such a perfect form of vision should not move one to deprive others of it. So, one must impart what one sees.
Claro wrote @ March 2nd, 2009 at 4:43 am
Redemption is revenge perfectly organized. The thought of death can give a person such a rush. (Inhaling helium, then, laughing “Muhuhahahaha!”)
God wrote @ March 2nd, 2009 at 4:48 am
You’re still in the definition stage. This is the stage where you’re still trying to define what’s credible from what’s not. It will take some time before you reach the combination stage. This is the stage where you can do everything all at once without worrying about loss.
God wrote @ March 2nd, 2009 at 4:51 am
Tell your friends not to waste their time on planning for my injury or death. Alive or dead, I am forever dangerous. Haha!
Writer wrote @ March 2nd, 2009 at 5:02 am
Love, without correction, is wasted “in spite of”.
Claro wrote @ March 4th, 2009 at 4:56 am
Your second fragment talks about hiding. You got your insult on. I like that. Hehe! So, I dare you to give the whole world a very strong punch. Here’s an idea for your next blog. Write a blog that is purely made out of righteous anger. I know you have a lot of thoughts that you are aching to manifest as objections and rejections against the many diseases that this negative world led you to believe and do. Write it using your own blood and the many lives you have that you are willing to give-up. Let the pen or the computer be an extension of your body. If you want to know what freedom feels like, write it. Consider it as your first deadly blog.
Romantic wrote @ March 6th, 2009 at 4:21 am
You are still perfecting the art of letting go and the only way you can do that is through distance. You have to learn to make-up your own mind as you go. For now, let me go. It takes devotion to handle pain properly. Like I said before in one of my bulletins, “perfection takes a lot of crying and tear-dropping”. I’m not going anywhere. This truth you have to accept through your own devout decisiveness. Like you said, “It’s not as great as having TRULY loved, no questions asked, because it just is.” I’ll wait until you’re willing to kill just to be with me. I love you very much Marga…
Romantic wrote @ March 6th, 2009 at 4:40 am
Yes, I know. I have to redo my teachings for the sake of those who are included in your account. Talk about suffering another Crucifixion at another place other than My account. How many replays are there? Haha! Well, “anywhen”, everybody’s doubts are fun because of the simplicity of answering a question which, to them, is totally unfair and difficult. Again, I’d say ironically, “Don’t blame Me for your irresponsible behavior.” Haha!
Claro wrote @ March 6th, 2009 at 11:21 pm
I’m focused on you right now. That’s about how simple as it gets. Do you mind if I upload one of your photos (Halo halo high!)? It’s the very first photo I saw your account with.
God wrote @ March 6th, 2009 at 11:24 pm
Who says anything about leaving? I’m just spicing-up our life scripts a little bit. Hehe!
Romantic wrote @ March 6th, 2009 at 11:35 pm
I want to rest my head on your lap and pretend I’m sleeping. You can kiss me as many times as you want. You can pinch my nose if you want to. Hehe! I love you very much Marga.
Claro wrote @ March 6th, 2009 at 11:39 pm
Don’t be afraid of me Marga. I’m your reflection. Now, you know why vampires don’t have a reflection on the mirror.
My hard work is finally paying off. Kindness is already spreading as we speak. Just look at this month’s issue of Reader’s Digest. Sooner or later, the want for material riches will be no more and the problem of uneven distribution of money will be settled. Phew! Haha!
How’s your day Marga? How’s everything? Just posted blogs a while ago. Just a few to keep Japan, America and the rest of the world busy for their next projects. I love you very much.
Romantic wrote @ March 8th, 2009 at 4:26 am
Alamin mo kung saan ang kiliti ko. Hehe!
God wrote @ March 8th, 2009 at 4:31 am
You want Me to leave a comment on your other blogs? Okay. Don’t blame Me if My comments are too sharp.
Claro wrote @ March 8th, 2009 at 4:48 am
Come on everybody! This is not a monopoly. Don’t let me be the only one to leave comments on her blogs. Please participate.
Brother wrote @ March 8th, 2009 at 4:54 am
Let’s cut to the chase. Remove all your doubts. Let’s go directly to the question of personal tranquility. Take Marga’s blogs as they are. They are moral evidences that she is trying her best in the art of perfection. This also implies that you should too. Understand?
Brother wrote @ March 8th, 2009 at 5:02 am
Don’t worry about it Marga… I know you’re a first timer in all of these… I love you very much…
Romantic wrote @ March 8th, 2009 at 5:04 am
Sweet Dreams…
Romantic wrote @ March 9th, 2009 at 3:40 am
Write a blog. Think of it as a way to talk with me. Observe the comments I made on this blog. They are actually replies to the significant parts of your blog, thus, producing a multi-layered conversation. What’s to hide Marga? I love you so much. It can’t get more obvious than that. It can’t get more sincere than a public declaration of such a perfect truth. Smooch attack!
Claro wrote @ March 10th, 2009 at 2:39 am
You can find my other “selves” in my “Neo” account which you can easily access through my featured friends. I divided them into 19 major personalities. Some of them are still incomplete. My “Romantic” account I no longer included so I can isolate both our primary accounts.
Claro wrote @ March 10th, 2009 at 2:42 am
I’m the type who does not let others decide my love life. Better to reject their friendship than to reject the one I love.
Romantic wrote @ March 10th, 2009 at 2:50 am
I never felt THE hug, the hug that says, “I’m not letting you go no matter what happens.” I never felt it before. I’m the type who does not like giving hugs and kisses away like they don’t mean anything up to the point that they’re casually and freely available to everyone. Allowing this is such a cheap habit. It’s so American – not Catholic. I want to give my hugs and kisses to THE WOMAN.
Claro wrote @ March 10th, 2009 at 2:58 am
How well I’ve done through my endeavors proves that nothing is impossible. I only started posting bulletins since the first of January, last year. Then, an interval of blogs. It’s almost a year and a half since then. See how many changes and advances were developed. I don’t care if they applied for a copyright or a patent to assume their human ownership over what they have discovered through me. Just as long as the produce of “their” discoveries help others, that’s okay by me.
Romantic wrote @ March 11th, 2009 at 12:37 am
You also deleted another blog. The title was “I wonder what she’s thinking”. I guess you thought there was one guy in the whole world who can read you like an open book. It only took me three words to prove it. These three words were “looking for certainty”. Are you really afraid to prove your worth to Me as a woman? You never even tried breaking the verbal communication barrier yet. Yes, conversation by implication is sweet but we both know very well that we both need to talk literally, if not by e-mail, by comment or by blog, face to face. I always wanted a Savior’s Death. This death is particularly funny and romantic at the same time. I always wanted to die with the one I love as we laugh and sing at and to those who want to kill us, who are trying to kill us and who are killing us for having everything that they do not.
“Then I’d look at him and leave.
Because at that point I’ve got nothing left to give.
and I know I’ve done right.” You wrote this part. Wanna know what I think? Don’t write about relationships if you don’t know how to commit. Understand? It’s an insult to the Sacrament of Holy Matrimony. Don’t even try to imitate the author of “Pride and Prejudice” who advances her vanity over her love for a man who wants to be with her. The main character of the book is as cowardly as its author. Better to belong to a woman who will deny everyone to love devotedly than to belong to a female who scorns relationships through her selfish desires. You know I love you. You still are not reciprocating. And you know what that means. You are taking Me for granted. I’ll keep on commenting until you decide you had enough of your embarrassing silence. This proves you don’t know how to love properly. Understand?
God wrote @ March 11th, 2009 at 2:26 am
Do you know what’s funny about all of this? Even though I’ve become a visible perfection, it’s still hard to get the girl because of how America has affected and what the culture has forced into her unconscious way of thinking. I should damn this whole planet to Hell right now. Chasten every soul Myself. Take them all inside My mouth in one whole bite while I chew them into little digestible pieces and swallow. Then, drink their sorrowful tears to quench my thirst. But, I know doing this won’t give Me any form of satisfaction yet because out of fear – not out of love, she is still trying. She should really learn to take risky shortcuts in the form of decisive affirmations. She should stop her empty assumptions and her foolish “not in a relationship” and “not yet married” tricks before I dump her for the reason that she should and must understand that these idiotic human technicalities about relationships (obviously American – not Catholic) don’t count when a Divine Being is in love with her. I can easily kill her by deleting her name from My profile and I won’t have any regrets. After all, I’m a jealous God and I deserve someone who does not make Me jealous for the simple reason she knows why humility, obedience and loving devotion are important. By then, I will know that she has become their embodiments.
God wrote @ March 11th, 2009 at 2:41 am
Masama Ako kung magalit. Talk about Human Extinction.
Claro wrote @ March 11th, 2009 at 4:08 am
You want your life to be easy-going? Okay. I’ll give you that life. You win. Think of it as your reward but as an eternal consequence, you won’t have the joy of knowing that I belong to you as a lover. Sure! You can have all the sexiest guys in the world as your friends by thought or by actuality. Here’s the thing. You can never be with the one whom you’d pray to meet but never deserve. I’m just here because of such a prayer. Now that you have proven yourself unworthy of such a prayer, I’m leaving not because I love you but because I deserve much better RECIPROCATION than this which is the perfect prayer. After this, I will become a figment of your imagination, forever a dream - not a reality. You said so yourself, “So miniscule that I sometimes wonder if he’s real.” Let’s keep it that way. Think whatever you want. Believe whatever you want. They are merely assumptions that you will never get over no matter how hard you try simply for the reason that your popularity got into your head. And obviously, you don’t know how to deal with it because, for the longest time, you are a friendster user. And we both know that unconscious friendster users are prone to adulteration, thus, confusing it with love which, by implication and by sin, means lust. I’m going to delete your account right after this. You made me wait too long by making me believe that you were worth waiting for. I simply wasted My time. Sure! I might have drawn you in the past but it doesn’t follow that you were the perfect woman for me. It was fun ’til it lasted. You have your own doubts to thank for. If I can’t have you as My own, what’s the use of having you as a friend? Thanks but no thanks. By the way, serene goodbyes only apply when both are humble. Clearly, you are not worthy of it. Goodbye.
Sure! I’ll play a female’s games long enough to make her realize she’s doing them all wrong. Understand?
Claro wrote @ March 14th, 2009 at 4:53 am
Para sa mga matitinong lalaki lang. Huwag kayong magpa-control sa mga babae kung alam niyong nasa mali sila. Pagsabihan niyo sila. Kung ayaw sumunod, hiwalayan niyo. Maghanap kayo ng hindi magtatrato sa inyo na para lamang kayong mga uto-uto. Maghanap kayo ng babaeng magmamahal sa inyo ng walang pag-aalinlangan at takot. Bigyan niyo ng dignidad ang pagkatao niyo. (Hindi pwede ang advice na ito sa mga kasal na.) Huwag kayong mag-alala kung akalain nilang bakla kayo. Madali lang namang silang patahimikin. Kung nakasal na kayo sa tamang babae, saka na lang sila mapapahiya.
Claro wrote @ March 15th, 2009 at 1:01 am
You described yourself as “Great with words, sucky with emotions”. Allow me to summarize the causality behind this. Obviously, you’re a hard-working academic. There’s no doubt about that. Because of this, every book you’ve ever read had their impact on you, one way or the other. But, there’s an unconscious downside to all your academic habits. Do you want to know what it is? Anything that you have read about love just made you so bookish. To put it simply, commitment goes out the window. You know this to be true. Your latest blogs implied that you never did anything real in your life. Others tell you that your actions should always express a strict code of success IN HUMAN TERMS. You’re an intellectual whose own mind killed her heart. When your blogs express you incompletely, your pictures will fill the rest of the gaps.
Claro wrote @ March 15th, 2009 at 3:38 am
Don’t ask me to love a fan. A fan is stagnant and fears to be an original.
Claro wrote @ March 16th, 2009 at 1:39 am
I’m here to teach. Though I am no longer a human friend or a human lover to you, I am not going to deprive you of what you deserve in matters of redemption as your Divine Parent. I’m not going to let My indifference be the death of you.
Claro wrote @ March 18th, 2009 at 4:44 am
Sure! Apologies are good (for beginners) but, in the end, it’ll always be about permanent solutions.
Claro wrote @ March 19th, 2009 at 3:54 am
Wanna raise your standards as one of femininity in the shortest time? Your standards are based on this premise. You know! How a “man” treats a “woman” is equivalent to how he treats his mother. There is a standard that is much higher than that. Here it is. How a “woman” treats his “man” is equivalent to how much devotion she places on God. Naturally, if you were so poor in obedience, the effects of your toxic arrogance would be chaotic in terms of commitment. The relationship shall fail. Well, you get the idea. The Blessed Virgin Mary submitted herself to such obedience. She even said very clearly, “Do what He tells you.” With this in mind, are you strong enough to do the same? No excuses! Your doubts are visible.
Claro wrote @ March 20th, 2009 at 1:30 am
Every comment I post is not without purpose. Think of them as your own personal quizzes. If the grammar is way off, correct it. Some of you are educated enough to know a grammatical error when you see it while others are still learning the art of grammatical construction. And, most of all, learn to juggle synonyms, antonyms and homonyms for emphatic writing. Sure! Teachers can teach the mind but only a few of them can teach the heart. Thank you for your time everybody!
Claro wrote @ March 20th, 2009 at 2:25 am
No compromise. No sin.
Claro wrote @ March 21st, 2009 at 3:50 am
Everything is working according to plan. The earliest stages of fusing virtue with science are taking place. Proof? I was reading the entertainment section of “The Philippine Star”. Then, I came across an article with the title that bore a resemblance to what I wrote about “Dissecting Emotion” (which you can read as a comment on this blog). The title of the article was “Dissecting Miracles” (See Thursday Edition dated March 19, 2009). My point? Science has been the defining tool to explain the composition of a particular idea so as to produce a particular innovation. Scientists know for a fact that science could never co-exist with the supernatural so it seeks to “expose the reality” behind an extraordinary occurrence. Science when used improperly can destroy the human race for it is a system based on doubt. Combining it with virtue will provide an incorruptible and unbreakable belief system of actuality which I personally call “Moral Mathematics”. This is the answer to what many scientists refer to as “The Theory of Everything”. Attaining the wisdom that embodies a “Moral Mathematician” is the fullest measure of apostleship with Jesus Christ. It is the perfection of all realities past, present, future and eternity. But still, in order to see a miracle the way it is meant to be seen, one should and must see through the eyes of faith. Today’s science only seeks to find superficial proof. Nothing more. And for the first time, science made the perfect choice. I wouldn’t be surprised if the documentary show was initiated by My actions and writings which influenced “David Calo” to take the plunge. Who says the supernatural cannot dictate science? It’s too easy. It’s all about curiosity. You, moral greenhorns, will find it interesting. Evolution has its stages. Becoming a “Moral Mathematician” is only stage 3. Stage 1 is all about perfect idealism which everyone has to go through whether he or she wants to or not. I can only say, “Been there. Done that.” For me, there’s nothing really new about it. “Chances Are” premieres on March 22, 7:45 pm. Harvard University! Eat your heart out!
Claro wrote @ March 24th, 2009 at 1:26 am
The next time you ask a guy to trust you, make sure you are not a lazy lover. Understand?
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