Welcome To The Darkside

   Golden Compass was, a little too childish plus a little too boring for me. Kind of like Narnia. Narnia but with Nicole Kidman. The addition of Nicole Kidman piqued my interest in Golden Compass. Sure, I was complaining throughout that we have made a mistake choosing this over the uber-awesome I am Legend(hopefully), but deep within my heart, I was thinking,"Damn, Nicole Kidman sure looks gorgeous..how old is she anyway? 40?". The only thing that’s magnetic about that movie is Nicole Kidmans’ presence. Therefore, I shan’t rate this movie as I do not want to hurt Nicole Kidmans’ feeling. Nicole, call me.
   You know which movie that really put my extreme machoness to the test? Enchanted. With all the singing and fairy tale, I thought I was gonna puke throughout the whole movie, but to my surprise, I liked the movie. And the songs, at the park, at the ballroom, is pure awesomeness. I know, I know, I had betrayed my clan of extreme machoness, forgive me guys.
   However if it’s any consolation, I washed all this lovey dovey stuff down with a healthy dose of Hitman just right after that. That’s right, multiple servings of bullets, blood, sex and dismemberment. Yeah, I feel like a man back after watching Hitman.
   Man, I still remember those days when I used to beat up punks and then chug down a whole bottle of Ribena, in one gulp. Yeah man, how much more macho can it get? Ribena is the manliest drink around.

  From the first moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew that there will be trouble. Such a perfect fit for my shattered soul, perplexity of that thought overwhelms me. I knew that deep down inside, trouble is brewing. Yet I ignored it, and pushed on. It was like..fate is tempting with me. So many opportunities have been laid out in front of me. I would be a fool not to have taken it.

"No, no..you shouldn’t take this chance, it can only lead in pain and sorrow for you," my brain tells me.

"You should take this opportunity, if it’s fated to be then it is fated to be," said my heart.

   Normally, the brain overrules the heart, but logics have been thrown out from the equation. Despite all logic, despite knowing that it would end up in misery for me, I pursued. Stupidity? Perhaps. But what I was thinking is more in line.. like it’s like a risk. You can either be absolutely happy or devastatingly sad. And it’s a risk that I am willing to take. Besides, I’ve hit rock bottom before. What do I have to lose, right? One thing that I am good at in the past is self sabotaging, and it won’t happen again. The decision was made by the heart, but the follow through, for the first time ever for me, will be done by the brain.

   Wow, such an expression of the heart. Didn’t know that I have such feelings. I thought I was a cold blooded killer, like a Hitman or something.  I always thought I would end up like Archimides you know, who was about to slit his wrist in the bath tub for the miserable life that he had , exactly like the Roman does anyway, just before he discovered the Principle of Displacement of Mass. Wait a minute, that can’t be right. They haven’t invented razors back then. And everyone knows that razors owned if you are planning to execute "across the highway". Knives are for wussy.

Once upon a time, there were 2 brothers. One had a large nose while the other had a large ear. The large nose boy is emotionless. He can’t feel anything, love,hate,happy, nothing. The large ear boy on the other hand is just like any other boy, your average Joe to put it simply.He has plethora of emotions to display.

One day, they found a Genie.The Genie gave each of them a wish.
"And now, state your wish and the reason why you wish for it,"asked the Genie.
Both of them fell silent. After thinking for a while, the large nose boy began speaking.
"I wish to have emotions because I feel incomplete as a human being without my emotions. "
"Granted," the Genie said to the large nose boy.
Shortly afterwards, the large ear boy began talking.
"I wish to be void of emotions. I feel to much, and without emotions, I could concentrate better towards achieving my goals."
"Granted,"
The Genie then fulfilled both of their wishes. Both of them returned to their normal routine.

The large nose boy feels complete. He has finally able to feel. He has finally able to live.
The large ear boy also was very happy with his wish. Without emotions, he became goal driven and was very successful.

Both of them were very happy with their lives.
One day, their mother fell ill, and passed away.
The large nose boy, now with the ability to feel, is very sad. He cried and cried for days, longing to be with his deceased mother.
The large ear boy, on the other hand, feels nothing. He didn’t feel happy nor sad. He felt nothing. And with his mother just passed away, and he felt nothing while seeing his brother crying his eyes out, he felt hollow inside. He felt incomplete, he didn’t feel human.

The large nose boy said
"I shouldn’t have asked for emotions. I can’t handle this pain. I can’t go on living my life this way. I shouldn’t have made that wish."
The large ear boy said
"I shouldn’t have asked to be emotionless. I felt inhuman, incomplete. I felt empty. I shouldn’t have made that wish."

By then, it’s already too late, and both of them shall suffer until eternity for the choice that they wrongly made.
Do you know the moral of this story? I do.
Written by:Corie

   You might be reading this, or you might not. You might understand the article, or you might not. You may know who you are, or maybe not. Whatever it is, despite all logic, I am going to post it anyway.

  I called you up for the first time. Hands shivering, gut wrenching nervousness engulfs me. I thought you might not pick up the phone, but you did pick it up. For that , I am relief.
  I met you for the first time. Even though the place was cold, but I was sweating profusely. I thought you might not show up, but you did show up. For that, I am glad.
  I looked deeply into your eyes for the first time. Beautiful, crystal like appearance they are. They are so beautiful , so beautiful until it permeates my soul. I thought you might leave, but you didn’t. For that, I am happy.

  I could go on and on, but in order to keep my manliness intact, I shan’t continue. Yeah, it’s like everytime I talk, I would recite a poem. I can’t help it, it’s a curse I tell ya, a curse.  As expected of me for being the descendant of Aristotle. Wait, Aristotle wasn’t a poet? Damn!