mariposa evolve

2006-11-19T13:30:00.000-08:00

Hello All
Went to a birthday speaker meeting last night and listened to a young gal celebrate one year last night. It was heart warming. I took a couple of guys that I sponsor who have 90 days and 4 months respectively. We also had another guy with us who is shopping! I hope he decides to take the course of attraction. Having said all that it is very easy to become jaded and complacent in the program and yet I feel invigorated this morning as I witnessed grass roots AA at it's finest. If we stay away and don't participate we miss the newness and the excitement of a first birthday and the exhilaration that goes with it. We miss the almost hyper ventilation when we see the gal overcome with gratitude. We miss all the cheerleaders in the audience who have been with the gal every step of the way. We miss the smile on the sponsor who looks so protectively on the young girl and pats herself on the back a little for a great job in progress. We miss the proud parents who are now able to finally sleep at night in the knowledge that their girl will come home, be safe, be clean and sober, and be responsible - wow that is a whole lot. We miss all the friends that we have not seen for some time and yet are all their acting out the miracle. A bunch of drunks coming together on Friday night in the conscious thought that they will not drink - what a concept and what a miracle. We miss the young girl herself come up with the line of the night when she got to the what happened part of her story and she bashfully said that she was in the middle of “$800 of bad!” when she turned to AA. The joy and the miracles were all over that room and the atmosphere was infectious. How is it that we can go from that to the next idea which is I don't need one of those damned meetings today. That fragile ego which keeps telling us that we are whole and don't need to go. It makes no sense and yet that it what happens when we forget that what we witnessed last night was God inspired and that all I was looking at last night was the bbest advertisement for the program that God could muster.

On the way home my car was awash with young sobriety talking in an excited fashion about what they had just witnessed. I listened and was glad. What a great day, what a great program, what great people, what a gift!

2006-04-12T17:58:00.000-07:00

And well here.
Even the good things have an end - final or provisional, the future will say it.

After these supers vacation, as you can note it,
I "will release" the drafting of my blog...

The articulation of my working time and these last weeks of vacation allowed me poster often.
My new employment, starts as from Monday, and I would have much less spare time.
I think of being able poster the weekend...
if you have kindness and patience to wait the weekend...
If not, I will lose you dear reader, and will fall down again in the anonymity of the fabric...
Despite everything, thank you with you dear visitor, and teuse, of your patience, your presence, your communication.
Thank you also with you dear lecteuse and tor who will remain, later, to consult my WEPosts...

While waiting, one will not be left like that, hein.

A small quotation:

"Marie not for the money,
you can borrow from cheaper."

And to finish worse, to make follow the "chains which me refilé"frog"I answer a small questionnaire...
I do not like too it kind of trick, but that left the play... Thus I lend myself to it.
The answer to the questions.

Thank you still and with very soon...

kisses......

2006-03-26T04:32:00.000-08:00

Da Spoon, Da Squid, Da Frame; Da Squid SeniorYeah... I know... I suck at pool... but according to both Spoon and Squid Senior... I won when I potted the 8th ball when I played Zainframe at VA a couple of weeks ago in 1.5 SECONDS! [squidman sticking tongue out at zainframe!] Anyway, we met up late this evening after all our work related meetings were over... for a round of pool... and 'local' beer [thats teh tarik for other ppl's missus] and gawd... it was hilarious... yeah... I lost every game I played... but watching zainframe getting buttraped by Squid Senior was a sight to behold... with all 8 balls in the pocket... poor gay fat fucking gorilla still had all 7 of his on da table! hahahaha... An angel came by too... and it was pretty obvious that spoon was totally and completely and utterly affected by her presence... coz da moment she came... he played like mun mun!!!... ahhh... da joy of it all...

2006-03-13T22:30:00.000-08:00

Me and My Blog
Well, fuck that, think this whole blog thing is pretty cool and most of the time people like to know our life story, even if you are telling lies, they think its the truth. Such dumbass viewers we have...
In short... in any one of you folks actually believed my previous entry... you're a dumbass moronic bitch!... exception of course goes to the gay gorilla... coz he's one of a kind... HE DA MAN... HE GAY! And maybe spoonfork... coz he's just plain cool... and I know me sis doesn't believe that either!
How to leave Malaysia? Leave mah boss? Leave mah Leave da gay gorilla? Those are de wrong reasons IMHO.Seriously though... da thought did cross my mind once... but... things got too complicated... well, that doesn't matter anymore... coz no one gives a shit now...

2006-03-07T10:29:00.000-08:00

Ok.One more post.
I am
The black and mysterious source
Who spouts out, ruby, with each lunation
The receptacle of L’carnal love
And the crucible of L’human existence
Where is played L’alchemy of the life
With origin of the World
Since the night of times …

I am
The catch door
Who does not deliver his mysteries
with that which holds the key of it
The soft and hot nest
Inflated by the desire
With the belly of absence
Who palpitates, sings and enjoys
Under the swell of your hips
The chalice thésaurisant your splashed suns
I am then
This happy vagina, filled
And always insatiable of you !

But for different… alas,
I am
A place of nonright
By certain men
Violated
Scorned
Assassinated
A place of sufferings
And of ill-treatment
Tiny room with silence, muzzled

By Infibulation and excision
Why so much of cruelty ?
Why so much of contempt ?
Why this astonishing amnesia
And L’criminal lapse of memory of this region
Where they themselves were conceived ?

My agitation and my anger which thunders
And this taste violate rebellion
When I think
All these women
My Sister Here and Elsewhere
Damaged
Denied, disavowed, repudiated
In their body and their heart
To which one stole the chance
To know pleasure and the pleasure
All these women who N’knew
That brutality and atrocity
With these private women of freedom
Dispossessed of their body
Mutilated in their heart
And by a wretched madness
Condemned to be unaware of

2006-02-13T12:31:00.000-08:00

Take Care Folks...
This shall be my final blog update... Joe, my humble apologies... I couldn't keep my end of the bargain... Wish I could have stayed on and watched the fireworks with you... but I've had enough of Ignorant Buttfucking Morons... and bitches...To the rest of the da team... take care guys... god speed...To all my beloved friends... remember me whenever you guys head over to CB or SB k... and dun forget to write... will be contactable via my webmail.I'm heading up to Holland to live with my sis and mat-salleh-bodoh-of-a-brother-in-law. The Netherlands rules mmm'kay! Why migrate? Its definitely my kindda country... They sell condoms in vending machines on the streets for crying out loud! Nid anymore reasons?! Ok... here's another... Amsterdam is one big red light farking district... And fark! They don't have ministers in da big G dat plays at being censorshit directors who suppresses honest tax payers right to watch movies like Bruce Almighty... Ptooi! WTF! And dey expect us not to buy pirated products?! Talk to my derriere boy!

2006-02-13T12:27:00.000-08:00

Baby-For-Hire
Spending the weekend with my god son was pure bliss. My profound gratitude to Kevin and Cheryl for the 'baby-for-hire' experience. It was a true awakening. Hell yeah! I want to up the tempo and tapow him next time round ya hear? I have a strong claim for him too! (It was my arrow after all! [snigger]) :-P

I can honestly tell you that the entire experience was profoundly mind blowing! I found myself several times in situations where I would never be caught dead in... anyone who knows me REALLY REALLY well, (yup, just you 2 asswipes..) would know that yours truly WOULD NEVER... EVER... run around in KLCC carrying belons and talking baby language in broad daylight with all of Bolehans to see and hear. And having baby drool all over myself without minding it one bit??? Huh? Talk about complete manipulation of my senses! (Must be that 'I Gotcha.. Succer!' chortle of his) And how about carrying him ala superman and running at 150 knots per hour around de perfume department? And playing belons with him right smack in a fully occupied DOME in the NON SMOKING section for 2 whole hours and... sheesh!... the list goes on and on. SHIT! I sure miss having those tiny squiggly arms tightly wrapped around my neck!

And he wasn't even of my own flesh and blood! Although I sure as hell felt that way...

Which brings me to my next topic....

Pre Parental Blues
Thanks to Joe's post, I couldn't help but wonder... What kind of father would I turn out to be? Sure as hell don't want the first word out of my kid's mouth to be the infamous F word! Sure as hell ain't gonna be Microsoft too!!!! Fuck dat shit! (Linux Rulez mmm'kay!) I don't even want my kid to turn out like me... coz according to certain individuals... I suck at everything except work... ([groan] yet another revelation!) To a certain extent I think thats the truth too... I've been a really bad boy, screwed up too many lives already. Sure ain't proud of what I've done... as a matter of fact, I regret every shitty thing I've ever done, so sorry folks... but hell... there's no point crying over spilt milk. Besides... I'm only human goddammit! For Pete's sakes! Gimme a break ok! (BTW, if anyone even thinks of posting a "Who's Pete?" in my comment section, I'm going to kick your lights out!) And in the spirit of Eddie Murphy... "if you don't like it... you can just fuck off too!"

In reality... although there are many good things in life (marlboro lights, vanilla ice blended regular and CPY for instance), in general, the world we live in sucks big time... what the hey... we've got banned theatrical shows... we've got crooked bridges... we've got computer labs... get the picture? How in the world does one then raise and protect ones offspring from all that crap? Instilling morals and values like those inscribed in Douglas MacArthur's prayer is not going to be a walk in KLCC park, unless of coz, we appoint a really nice Datuk Bandar lar.

Correct me if I'm wrong... but I think that this will require a tremendous change on my part FIRST...

Oh Fuck! I'm seriously going to need an OVERHAUL!