Revelatory Betrayal

I know a girl.

A girl I imbued myself in.

A girl immersed in disorientation.

A girl musty with hypocorism.

A girl languishing in self-piety.

A girl with tears so devious, I couldn’t decipher her wiles.

A girl with a conscience that sucked me in; only to devour me.

A girl who feigned solidarity to lean on me.

I’ve been made a fool by such a girl. A girl, who spread her love like a prostitute desperately in need of money only to discover that she cannot pleasure her buyer. A girl who built a space shuttle of promises in me but it exploded upon launch. A girl, who wanted me to share her sorrow when I was happy but refused to surrender her happiness for my sorrow.

Betrayal is not a stab in your back. No. It’s a fully fledged plunge directly into your heart when you are blindfolded. Trust is that blindfold. Although it leaves a massive crater in your chest the reality of it eludes us; we try and plug the bleeding hole with reasons, discernment, sense and rationale. Nothing can heal it because betrayal is a gift exclusive only to those within our heart .

What can plug that hole? Hate. And that hate slithers, squirms and squeals and ultimately erupts into a destructive desire for vengeance.

An elaborate sham.

I applaud your play.

Now, it’s my turn.

WHY?!

There was sooooo much promise this season and yet again here we are fighting for relegation with 4 games left. What makes it even more ridiculous is that we had 2 MESSIAHS in charge of the club this season alone. Sigh...miss the days of Bobby Robson.

Define Love

It is no secret that love is the most sought after feeling for us. Everyone yearns for it, some with discretion and most with desperation.

Looking around us and we find people falling in and out of love with ferocity; determined to secure the love of their life through a acclerated filtration process. I had a friend who told me once, "Well..i liked her alot but it just didnt work out between us" and I asked him,"How did it work out in the beginning then?" and he said," I dont know da, it just happened." and again I asked, "How?" and he said," I really dunno da..sigh..I feel like drinking." And every guy knows that alcohol is a great conversation killer and starter.

Man is a flawed creation who that seeks to either embellish or polish that flaw. We seek perfection in routine but fail to realize that love cannot exist in routine nor perfection.

Can love be defined? I can like a woman's smile, laughter, character, personality, butt and what not but what is it it that i love about her? Can THAT be defined? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

Too lazy to write..Came across this story...enjoy...

Law of the Garbage Truck

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were
driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a
parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his
brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of
the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi
driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really
friendly.

So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined
your car and sent us to the hospital! 'This is when my taxi driver
taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'

He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around
full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of
disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it
and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just
smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and
spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.

The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over
their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,
so...Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.

Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!

Have a blessed, garbage-free day!

I was surfing the web on religious conspiracy theories and came across a website that left me severely concussed by the seriousness of its stupidity (link appended below). Please visit the website if just to console and tell yourself that there ARE
much MUCH greater idiots out there.

Moving on, I came across a video about faith healers and miracle workers. The video does a really comprehensive job about dismissing the authenticity of miracles and portrays the shenanigans of these miracle-workers. What makes it so astounding is not that these miracles are not true but how one man can hold so much power over hundreds of thousands of people yet only have a handful of sceptics. What is it that attracts them to him? The allure of a better life and the hope of redemption from insurmountable dilemmas i.e. diseases and ailments.

I have been guilty of having that hope too. I’ve been to numerous rallies and services with hope that I will finally procure the missing piece in my life. However, each time I left the place empty and bitter. The question that first arises is typical: Why does it happen to others but not me?

Eventually I gave up trying to find that missing piece. I realised that in trying so hard to get God to fill that hole in my life I had concentrated too much on that one hole when everything else is whole. My desire had been to engulf myself into spirituality on a supernatural scale but in desiring that I had forsaken my mortal life. This is when I decided that there probably is a God; I don’t know for sure and in all probability will never know. It is only with that recognition I began to see people.

In trying to find God, I wasted a good deal of my youth missing out on people. People don’t want a God, they NEED a God. What they seek from God sometimes is just love because the description of God is usually synonymous with everlasting and unquenchable love. Isn’t love also abundant within us?

The love that froths within might be overwhelming but it is when I try to justify that love that I lose my passion to be selfless.

http://www.sexinchrist.com

Happiness...

Happiness, so indelible right after a depression. We all know that the greatest happiness that is felt in life is preceded by utmost sorrow. Happiness, probably the most acclaimed of all emotions.
One question though, which is greater? Happiness that come from within or happiness that permeates into us from others.

Trust...Double-Edged or Pure?

Trust. An idolised (revered, only 2nd to love) ideal that remains just that.

Trust is a twisted emotion isn’t it? We sometimes trust people that we never quite thought we could ever possibly get along with and form relationships that we cannot quite place. The relationships we have are conceptualised by society - Father, mother, sister, brother, aunty, uncle, grandparents, friend, boss, colleague, wife, lover etc. Our relationships are clearly defined for us from stage to stage. A colleague can progress on to be a friend, then possibly a lover, maybe after that a wife and, given the current trend, end up as an ex-wife. However, once in awhile we meet someone whom we find impossible to fit into this rigid relationship structure. Someone we know we can never let go but we know we have to. What do we do then?

Trust is the foundation of a marriage isn’t it? Every sane religion preaches trust as the key to till-death-do-us-apart marriages yet divorces escalate alarming. I do not judge but it saddens to know the magic of love has a lot less power today and is dwindling with time.

Trust attracts burden. Trust empowers us to be selfless but does not give us the strength to pull through alone. Trust destroys many because it becomes too suffocating for one heart wield alone. Trust tears us down and manipulates our desires, we fear to unload it for fear of accusation and worse rejection.

Trust when shared is a deliverance yet an oppression if it is suppressed. Even ideals have two-faces, what more me?