High above the cliff overlooking the restless raging waves and black rocks they preformed the ritual of love. The howling winds disguised their hymn to one another. Just like the storm she wanted to destroy the emptiness that ate her alive. Her love was wild and untamed. Her desire unleashed, free to ravish, to feel, to touch, and to taste. The storm only heightened her lust, her yearning and causing her shame to vanish.

In utter surrender she threw her head backwards facing the veined thunderous dark skies screaming her pleasure with intense ecstasy making the gods envious, her act of holy defiance. They held each other tightly afraid to let go, not knowing if this was real or only a dream for if it was they did not want to be awakened. Scents mingled, bodies intertwined, rules were broken, soul and heart joined just for mere moments of inner peace. In silence their eyes spoke of endless devotion, of despair and broken vows.

She wanted to stop the growing void inside her, but this was no fairy tale. This was her destiny, her fate, to taste that forbidden fruit and still feel the gnawing hunger, to drink the water of life and still cannot quench her thirst. Was he the one that would banish her emptiness forever? His touch was gentle yet his eyes like her own held untold hidden secrets and past torments. Two different souls touched by Fate’s anguished teardrop uniting them in what little time they had together on this earth. Both dwelling in their miseries.

Alas the clouds shied away filling the skies with spying stars. As the storm slowly faded the drizzle kissed their naked bodies washing their sins away. She looked far into the horizon knowing so well another storm was on its way. The battle was lost and both were defeated. All they had were their endless devotion, their despair and broken vows.

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Sick, disgusting, trashy, outrageous, hilarious, brilliant, I absolutely loved it! This movie is not for everyone, but funny may it seemed it did point out how far people are willing to go. Was the movie abit extreme and pushed the boundaries? sure it is, but we are talking about Sacha Baron Cohen here, the man is a genius in my personal opinion. I can’t even tell you which part made me laugh so hard to tears cuz everything was that funny.
Overall I think this movie was awesome, and If you are a homophobic then this movie is definitely not for you cuz penises are flying left and right.

p.s. Gonna take my mom to see it, told her its a romantic movie LOL
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So Michael Jackson died today at age 50. I’m sure there will be mixed feelings about his death, some might cheer others cry. I grew up loving his songs, back in the thriller days, even imitated his moves. My feelings changed after the whole court thing, and the plastic surgeries he had but i never hated him, just lost interest. All i could say is may he find peace to where ever he is, i’ll always remember him the way he was.

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Mailed to me by my friend Bill.

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Yes, he is serious…lmao

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Just saw Angels & Demons, and it was entertaining. I always preferred to read the book first before watching the movie, only because in movies they have a tendency of leaving out certain plots or characters. If you compare the book with the movie then you’ll be very disappointed, but let’s not forget this is hollywood. Acting and visuals were good but not like the first movie, The Da Vinci Code. Overall it was okay.

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It’s been awhile and i thought i was safe, i thought it went away but in reality i was a dreamer, or rather i fooled myself into believing it was over. Last night deep in my sleep my nightmares came back. My screams woke me up, hate that when it happens. I really didn’t mean to scare my baby and disturb her sleep, sadly it’s uncontrollable. How can anyone stop their nightmares from coming back, same scene, same event, over and over again, never ending, reminding, punishing, ever tormenting.

True i can’t deny i rarely sleep at night, i became an insomniac, a way of fighting back or a cowardly escape? either way i failed yet again. I can’t fight my body when it wants to rest, god knows how many times i tried. At 4am my body gave up and surrendered to sleep. My nightmare came with vengeance, when i woke up screaming my pillow was wet from my tears.
would it ever stop? i don’t know, i really don’t know…

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Had to disable my online library, music and chat box plugins it seems when my blog is viewed on explorer the entire right sidebar is missing..ugh reason why i never use the damn browser, FireFox is way better and user friendly. I don’t know how to fix this problem and just thinking about trying gives me a headache, so I’m gonna wait a few days to google this and see what i can do.

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Oh man has it been that long? I’m so behind, have a lot of catching up to do. I miss blogland, course i blame WOW (world of warcraft) for keeping me addicted, but I’m slowly going back to writing and reading romance books again. Been busy the past few days updating and modifying my blog, still not done though. I’ve also decided to add some of my WOW interests. I’ll try to post daily or at least every other day, got a lot of WOW drama to rant about, and some new stuff i wrote recently, poetry and such.

later.

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This tale had been told countless times. It is old yet new, it is predictable and continuous. Events are replayed with different characters, different pains and wounds, and so very rarely a magical touch of blessed content and joyous laughter, here and there.
These moments I cherish and hold close to my heart… these rare moments… that fills me with indescribable happiness, that makes me smile….these rare moments. I am lifted up to the heavens where I could see the stars in a clear beautiful night; the moonlight embraces me with its welcoming arms casting my shadows away. These rare moments that lasts for mere seconds…I look down to see those eyes. I see hesitation, anger, confusion, determination, desire, happiness, duty, honor, protector, punisher, lover and so much more….. A rainbow of emotions that matches my own……so alike yet differ in so many ways.
As I was lifted to the heavens I was then thrown into the pits of hell. Punished for crimes I did not commit, judged by ignorance, by misguided emotions, those same eyes that lifted me now punished me.
I walk on this path performing my sacred rituals, show kindness, help the needed, and never mock others just because they differ from you in some ways. I treasure their uniqueness, I share their joys and pains, I give but never take. I ask for nothing in return, their smiles are my reward.
At the end of the day I crawl into a small dark corner. Curled into a fetal position I hide my face between my knees, and with shaking hands I cover my ears for I did not want to hear those hurtful words. I did not want to see those judging eyes. My old wounds bleed yet again but this time the cut is deeper getting closer to my heart. In silence I await for those same eyes hoping to be lifted back to the heavens…..these rare moments that I cherish and hold…these rare moments…..

Art by Laura JuddCopyright © 2004

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Fixing my blog and choosing a theme is a pain. I completely forgot how to do it I almost deleted my blog while updating wordpress, had i done so i would’ve had a heart attack
It nice to go back to the blog world and revisit my blogger friends, miss you guys. Okay, what have i been doing the past months/year, well i became consumed to an online game called World of Warcraft. It’s a pain, it’s entertaining, it’s addicting, it’s fun, it’s emotional, it’s absolutely CRAZY! I love and hate it. Course there are other stuff involved but i wont get into that, I’m just glad to be back

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He stood alone in that cold hospital room holding his father’s lifeless wrinkled fragile hand. He was consumed with grief and anger and even though what he was about to do was hard for him he knew deep in his heart it was time. He closed his eyes and within the shadows of his mind he traveled back in time when he was a small child. He remembered how his father beat him daily for no reason. His three brothers and sister suffered the same fate but his torment was different.

His father was a tyrant who ruled with an iron fist. He would beat his children and wife endlessly. It gave him great pleasure to see them hurt as he fed on their fears and rejoiced on their screams. There were only two people who paid the ultimate price, his mother who became paralyzed after continuous abuse and him. His father left a permanent mark, a scar never to be forgotten.

He remembered once going back home after he was done playing with his friends. His father sat in his regular old chair staring at the door like a predator waiting. When he entered the house his father leaped with excitement attacking him, but this time he fought back even though he was no match to his father’s strength. He saw the shock and rage in his eyes and he knew at that moment he was doomed.

Screaming, he was pulled by the hair to his bedroom, using the bed sheets his father tied him down on the bed. Once he made sure his son could not escape he ripped his pants exposing him, then reaching inside his pocket he took out his lighter. It was clear what he was about to do. He remembered begging him for mercy but he received none. His screams of pain still echoed in his ears, and the smell of burning flesh. He remembered passing out for it was too much to bare, for days he couldn’t walk so he stayed in his room, alone in pain.

Now as a grown man he looked down at his deceased father, because of him he had no children. Even though his wife loved him dearly he saw in her eyes how she longed for a baby of her own and it pained him.
“I forgive you” he whispered as he covered his father’s face, and walked away, never looking back.

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This is my cousin, a brave man who survived child abuse and i shall always carry his pain and burden in the deepest corners of my heart.

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Yes, I know I’ve been away from a long time but I’m back now and looking forward to blog again. I miss blogging and reading blogs, blame my absence on my kids and world of warcraft lol
Damn this game, a very bad addiction.

p.s.
blog needs MAJOR updates…ugh

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I sat among them as i was feeding my daughter in my arms, four women surrounding me and i was the fifth sitting in a circle as if preforming some ancient ritual. I listened to their conversations trying hard to show some interest when I’m not, so materialistic, so fake, they allowed themselves to be blinded from the truth. Nothing lasts forever, not the diamonds that decorated theirs hands nor the big mansions that hid tales of misery and loneliness, all an illusion that these women created each competing with the other. Their castles filled with untouched dusted treasures that lost their sparkle in time, no warmth to be felt nor love.

They looked at me with mocking eyes judging my appearance I could sense their anger for refusing the life they chose, I may not wear diamonds nor live in a mansion but i am content with myself of what I left behind and what I have become. I looked down at my daughter her tiny hand holding my finger needing the warmth of her mother, my heart melted at her smile indeed I have all what I ever wanted, the unconditional love that these women lacked.

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I’m not going to retell the story of the 2 Kuwaiti journalist who were kidnapped and detained because it has been mentioned by Kuwaiti bloggers numerous times, here are some of these sites:
State Security Arrest, Assault Blogger And Journalist
Tortured and Detained
HARASSED AND ATTACKED BY SECRET POLICE IN KUWAIT.

My thoughts:

Of course i condemn such actions that are against human rights and freedom of expression but what amazes me is the reaction of “some” Kuwaitis commentators who were shocked at this news! Come on people did you actually believe that Kuwait was really a democratic state? I swear when ever I hear that phrase “we live in a democratic country” or “Kuwait is better then most Arab countries” and so on I just want to scream. No, the truth is Kuwait has always been a police state but we never hear of how many people that were tortured UNLESS their families are well-known/popular. I have known this for years and personally knew people who went through such horrendous experiences.

The news is not shocking to me at all especially with the way Kuwait is heading towards to. However i do applaud the number of Kuwaitis who expressed their opinions against such actions, the campaign that they have started makes me proud to be a Kuwaiti. Indeed the future of Kuwait is in the hands of it’s youth only then we might see a democratic Kuwait.

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