She-Wolf, He-Wolf, You-Wolf, We're Wolves

She's a sheep in wolf's clothing. You heard him whisper as his younger brother told him that his former girlfriend is flirting with him. The younger brother, more good-looking than the older one, kept his quiet. Probably, he likes the wolf a lot and the older one is still in love with the canine...

Wolves fascinate me. I could remember how I got fascinated with werewolves to the point that I viewed New Moon (to the disgust of my friend Helga) for the wolves in the flick are more graceful than the those from the old movies. And who would say that Wolverine is cold soup especially with Hugh Jackman playing the role?

I find sheep boring. They bleat too! They would live to be slaughtered later for their meat and fur. I remembered how Clarice Sterling divulged her nightmares to Hannibal Lecter and how she wanted to save even one sheep when they were brought to the slaughter area... so goes the genius of Thomas Harris via Silence of the Lambs...

I also remembered some of the world-class designers being booed and drenched with red paint during runway shows with their fur collection. There was also an ad campaign of those supermodels stripped to their baby skin with the caption : I'd rather go naked than wear fur. Then, the vegetarian trend surged and animal rights activists arrived in the scene telling us to stop patronizing meat. (Then Lady Gaga tipped the equilibrium again when she wore meat-like dress in the recent MTV awards, it made me have a sick smile.)

But going back to those wolves wearing sheep's fur... We could point some persons right? But we must also realize that in our closets, we could find sheep's clothing that we sometimes wear especially when the wolf in us would try to come out of the surface... The times when we put up a face even if we did something hideous like seducing a child to have sex in exchange for a mobile phone (17 is still a child). When go to cities an cheat on our wives and dismiss the one-night-stand as a normal thing "for the boys". when we get too drunk and blurt out painful words then have the liquor as the excuse of being tactless...

And we dislike facing such realities. We don't want to talk about similar topics. We dislike to have trysts in the dark to confront realities but we like secret trysts that would reveal the wolf's basic instinct in us - to devour, to kill, to mate, to feel powerful... We'd rather wear sheep's clothing than exposing the fatal fangs in our mouths.

But we really need some kind of an anchorage. That self-assessing person in us who would tell us when not to be a wolf who will devour the peace of others and the cosmos. We need the shepherd in us to use the staff in driving away the wolf; in beating the sheep who try to get astray and to tell us to keep quite when we consistently give our annoying bleats when we complain a lot.

Yet, the same with what I felt during the 80's when it was first released, Michael Jackson's "Thriller" still gives me that peculiar orgasmic feeling when he will be transformed into a wolf... and a certain calm occurs in the end part of the song when someone would narrate:

...for no mortal could resist, the EVIL of the Thriller..."

then,

MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!


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Anyone for Maria Callas?

It was chilling... When Agent Hotchner asked the Ripper-copycat why kill? He said in a very calm voice: It seems a normal thing to do... it's like eating.

Your face could twist in dismay on such insanity yet such evil exists in our midst. You then remembered that scene in Hostel 2 which was presented by Quentin Tarantino where a lunatic was offered an "unfinished" victim yet he declined for he was able to consume just one leg of that victim who was screaming and squirming while strapped on a table. He was having an enjoying meal complete with silver cutlery and napkins while Maria Callas sang her arias on the background.

You are not going to linger on the criminal mind again since your friends would always get revolted when you do so. What you'd like to ponder on is this: Is there a relationship with insanity and classical music? You see, you would always have that urge to bang your head and cover your ears when the likes of Sarah Brightman and Pavarotti would start with their, excuse us cultured people, caterwauling.

It is always mentioned in urban legends that dogs could sense something at night, that's the reason why they give that ear-splitting and goosebump-stimulating yowls. That's a similar feeling that would grip you when something from La Traviata would be delivered from any source.

You were so polite when your cousin Mario exposed you to the world of classical theater. You were even showing an expression of interest when he told you how those dignitaries and famous people dress up for things like Le nozze di Figaro with music from Mozart. Then, he played Maria Callas via Beethoven's Fidelio. You literally cried and your cousin gesticulated: How intelligent are you my cousin, really! You were able to internalize her pathos!

You remembered how desperately you wanted to flee. He failed to realize you cried because it was so intense in your head you wanted to smash something on the wall!! It was a feeling so intense you could not point something to it - anger? Your anguish would be triggered by an aria? You still don't know.

Until now, you would shy away from such genre and would keep quiet when some of your friends who are trained classically (since it is a requirement when you come from a rich family) would volunteer to deliver a cantata of sorts in front of you and your friends as the audience. You would then try to find something solid to hold and try to think about Brazil and half-naked beachcombers.

When Tom Hanks did his soliloquy in "Philadelphia", the taint of the background on the flick turned red and a sound track filled with classical notes and vocals, you turned red and insane. It was too much for you that you could not give a sensible comment when he grabbed an Oscar for Best Actor for that. Probably, the judges turned insane also? Just a thought...

For now, you have Brightman's album dubbed "Classics". It was a gift from, of course, your cousin Mario. But you fear to play that album although your friends say Sarah Brightman has an ethereal voice.

Angelic or demonic, you still have to find out the outcome when someone would grab the mic and air an aria next time when you will be with Batman's friends from the Arkham Asylum.

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That Green-Eyed Monster

You looked hungry. The people around seemed to be nourished and sated. Yet, your stomach was complaining and your soul needed something to quench a certain thirst. Was it because of the betrayal a loved one has done? Or was it something else?

A flash of memory fleetingly visited your conscious mind: Mel Gibson's "The Passion of the Christ". When Jim Caviezel mimicked Jesus in saying: I thirst! Also, that androgynous character of evil carrying a baby on his/her arms while the pain escalated on Jesus...

But you digressed. You needed to devour something. A certain longing was created you wondered if you were still capable of existential angst. You knew that this was caused by something but you were not able to point it out. This might be stress-related but you were able to immerse yourself in more strenuous activities before...

Then it dawned on you when you realized that you were denying on the issue of your loneliness. You feared that you would be left behind by the person you were investing a lot of time, treasure and talent. She's leaving you! She found someone who could be considered as better than you.

You got afraid since you have a history of violence. You were sent to a shrink when you mother got alarmed when she saw your room filled with decapitated parts of dolls you stole from your sisters and your neighbors.You liked the idea of sawing them to pieces using that small yet effective iron saw.

Now, you need to cry some without the presence of others. You must create a facade of strength but you must transfer this pain to the culprit or her subject of affection. The guy should be punished for him to realize he is bumping into something more powerful than him. After all the clothes, phones, food, perfume and money you gifted her, another would benefit her love and affection?

Someone must pay.

Machismo: Exaggerated pride in masculinity, perceived as power, often coupled with a minimal sense of responsibility and disregard of consequences. Caudillos (military dictators), prominent in the history of Latin America, have typified machismo with their bold and authoritarian approach to government and their willingness to employ violence to achieve their ends. -Britannica.com

Fashion Victims

People are diverse. There are some who could directly sense your intentions due to their sharp social analysis and behavioral studies and there are some who would just dismiss things. Most would focus on the things which they could benefit. Others will also grab opportunities to have a sense of being powerful. Freud told us about some basic instincts which motivate us : sex and power, sex and recognition, sex and almost everything which will make us have that sense of being ABOVE... some psychologists term that as the Messianic Complex.

Justine could be considered as a keen observer. He positioned himself on the uppermost part of the gymnasium where a party is being held. This was a sort of a convergence of old friends and new ones. People come home during fiestas and things like that. They would always look forward in coming home for different purposes.

Sheila prepared alright. She bought 5 pairs of dresses for the different parties she wanted to attend. The people from her town must see her bejeweled so that they could see how different she is now from before. She wanted her relatives to feel envy...She wanted to be the main attraction of the event once she would enter the gates of the party place.

Winston wanted a grand welcome too. He borrowed money from his friends in Manila so that he could have a binge with his friends. He wanted to be the center of attention. His friends who are only fishermen and farmers would really admire him for his being "blues" (their own moniker) and generous.

Justine watched them all. Some had big bellies wearing shorts and slippers while they gyrate awkwardly on the dance floor. Others were overdressed, especially the girls. Indeed, extreme things could happen - others were there as if attending a ball and others were like beach combers. Some were also keeling as if they were to stumble due to alcohol intoxication.

He then smiled as he realized their actions were futile. Only the fashion victims were there. There was no audience ogling at them. The bleachers were empty since the party was for a fee. Php 50 could buy the common people the food they need.

It was when the person in authority decided to open the place when the bodies entered the place en masse. Funny thing happened when the fashion victims were being pushed around by youngsters with black shirt paired with tight jeans and uneven haircuts. Justine smiled as he saw those who came from abroad who tried to project an air of being different merging to the crowd as one. "Even with silk, snakes would really reveal their real skin when they would be mixed in a snake den" he whispered...

He was smirking when he went out for air. Other persons who got weary with the display of PROJECTION went out with him. Outside, he saw the real people. Some were there with their families laughing at the antics presented by the "perya" men and women. There were some who hail from far places with their cousins eating those reddish cotton candy. They were dressed normally, like any other human being...

"These are my people," Justine sighed as he saw a boy screaming with happiness when he hit a plastic monkey with his pellet gun.

Inside the gymnasium cum party place, the snakes slithered with their clothes bought in the same store named PRETENSE.

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Holy

While the waves lapped on the beach, she contemplated on suicide. But what would be the point of ending her life and not airing her side? And is it worth it? Is he worth it?

All her life, she thought that serving God is the most important thing. She grew up with a devout family. While walking her way to school she would always recite the rosary. She garnered lots of praise for being a good and religious girl. Other mothers envied her mother for having an obedient child like her.

She avoided relationships in high school. Her mother told her that boys are all the same - devilish. They are only interested in sex, according to her. She focused her attention on the sacraments and catechism. She studied the letters of St. Paul and she would always quote the Psalms when she would do her recitations at schools. He would always go to the convent to serve... she would volunteer cleaning the receiving area and the kitchen. She would even go to the wet market for food.

It was when Fr. Tom arrived as the new parish priest when everything changed. She felt a certain thrill when she saw him in the convent with only his boxer shorts. A pang of longing was awakened. Her interest to be at the convent intensified.

Fr. Tom was young. Thirtysomething... Every time her college subjects would be up, she would then rush to the convent to prepare the priest's food. She even volunteered to wash the priest's clothes and...boxer shorts.

It was when the priest asked her inside his room for a massage when she felt her weakness. She could not control herself from trembling when she touched the young priest's skin with the intoxicating scent of chamomile.

"Are you cold, Therese?" Fr. Tom asked in a husky voice.
"Yes," she answered weakly. The priest stood and turned the air-conditioning system to Low Cool. But it was not the temperature, it was something inside her...a monster was awakened near her belly. The hot rush of something went straight to her face she got flushed cheeks...
*****
Their copulation became their habit. It was bliss for her and judging with the groans of the priest, she could understand that it was also blissful for him...

But now with the waves in front of her, she is wondering what to do next. What would be her parents' reaction when they'd know that she is pregnant with a priest's child? Would they curse her? What about the parishioners who started talking behind her back?

She clutches on the potion the "hilot" gave her and started picturing the baby inside convulsing with pain as the toxins attack the underdeveloped organs... She whispers in prayer:

Hail Mary full of grace, blessed are you amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb...

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Hack and Stab

Boy: You like violence...
You: No. I'm interested what propels people to become violent.
Boy: Have you watched snuff films?
You: The closest ones are those Hostel movies. I was able to watch the first and the sequel. I was bothered when I saw that woman who was hanged on top of a bathtub and another one came, slitted the throat of the hanged one and bathed on the blood. What insanity has arrested such minds?
Boy: You got aroused...
You: No, I got revolted!
Boy: What would you do with such knowledge on human behavior?
You: I could tell my friends to guard their kids on becoming monsters due to exposure to violence and to be there in suggesting on what things to deal with...
Boy: You were exposed to Peter Straub's "Julia"?
You: Yes. It's one of my favorite books. I read it when I was still in college. I could not forget that scene when Julia stabbed her doll continuously. She eventually started killing little animals...
Boy: Is this a real-life issue? It seems you're so engrossed with it...
You: There are no records about serial killers of sorts... but violence at home existed long before. There are husbands who see their wives as their properties and some parents are making their children as objects. Violence is universal...
Boy: What do you think is the root?
You: Of violence? I think it's anger rooted from power and selfishness. When people would only consider themselves devoid of empathy... Basically, violence stems from evil.
Boy: Are we capable of being violent?
You: Of course. That's why we have to guard ourselves from immersing to too much anger caused by emotional hang-ups and setbacks.
Boy: So, you'd continue exposing yourself from such...evil? What if you'd see it as a norm?
You: That's the reason films and TV shows are being reviewed by the authorities to be classified if they are for General Patronage, Parental Guidance, Restricted or X...
Boy: So onward violence?
You: No, Stop Violence! We have to constantly monitor the micro and macro activities of our society since we are part of it... then do something about them for the common good.

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Cafe World

It is located at the heart of the town and it's open 24/7. The good thing about the cafe is it has cubicles for private chatting and surfing. One don't have to worry if someone is hovering at his back. Also, one could upload pictures, videos and whatnot of his choice without the screening eyes of the majority.

Carla found Jerson here. She accidentally bumped him when she went out of the cubicle one night as she did her social networking. He smiled and that was the start of it all. He gave her his number and they started communicating. One time, he asked her through text that they would meet at the luneta and she obliged. That night, they had unprotected sex.

She confided this to her friend Alexi and she told Carla about "mental" stuff. She said that these things are the downside of technology and the negative side of parental consent. She even divulged to her scientific studies on how this cafes have become dens of zombie-like creatures. According to Alexi, it has been found out by social scientists that these areas are dangerous for kids. The study on human behavior and communication revealed that people inside these areas converge but don't communicate with each other. They are there but "not" there actually. They have these virtual friends but the real people around them are insignificant.

She dismissed Alexi's discussion. She was just another geek who could not welcome the thrills of being young. Carla shivered in excitement as she remembered the "eye ball" she will have with Bryan. He was cute on his posted pictures and would probably be YUMMY too.

Her teacher who is also connected to the world of social networking told them to behave on their sites since they are linked to the worldwide web but heck, she must be natural. who would tell her what to do and what not to do? She could say what she wants and post what she'd like.

Her night with Johnlie was good. He was true with his "describe yourself" liner: I'm hot and lean...

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