SoulStrip Angel’s blog

A short poem that I wrote...

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A chasm of reality peaks through the chaotic mist.

Looking upon the

enlightened path that has been missed.

A much needed mezzanine of hope.

Despite an almost inability to cope.

Streaks of sunlight shatter through those trees.

Easing into the clarity provided with such ease.

Appreciation clutching the current fruition.

Gazing fondly and accepting my mission.

Had an encounter with a slimeball last week. 

Definition of a slimeball:  a man who is nice and sweet upfront, yet harbours deceitful intentions and when his desires aren’t fulfilled, drops you like last weeks smelly socks.

Yup.  We all know someone like that or have been ‘lucky’ enough to have had relations with one. 

Mine ended as soon as it had begun.  Like a whirlwind.  Thank goodness I trusted in my gut and left when I felt the slightest bit uncomfortable.  When he saw that friendship was as lucky as he was getting, he slipped off quicker than a hooker’s edible underwear.  Suddenly the tirade of smses and emails stopped.  (A big relief actually, because I was SO not into him.)   

Aaaaand, life goes on.  And its nice to know it wont include the above-mentioned slimeball variety show, as I deserve better than cheapness and disrespect.

Rock on !!!!!!!!

A candlelit bubble bath.  What bliss.  What glory. Had my first one this Saturday night.  *Sighhhhh…..*

Must admit, I am sooo not used to it.  I had to keep telling myself to just relax and not be in a hurry to get out !  The candles created a serene atmosphere.  Flickering and swaying gently.  The aroma was sweet and mystical, very dreamy.

So I sat there.  I kept on trying to get comfortable, shifting around a lot, almost sending a small tidal wave over the edge of the bath.  

It was peaceful.  Just me and my thoughts.  I did all this to clear my head, but my thoughts sat stubbornly with me!  A mind after my own heart…….

I glanced around the room several times and whistled along to the soft music playing.  Is it time to get out?   Sit!  Stay!

Nevertheless in due time I disengaged myself from this tranquil scene, with promises of more in the near future.  

Within the realms of our personal lives lies a motive for living.  A survival instinct.   Can it be compromised? Can it be depleted?  I believe the motivator for those feelings lies in the things that are important to us.  The things in our lives that keep us feeling alive and believing in something real.  Our emotions interact with our survival instincts and become an unstoppable force capable of moving stubborn mountains in our path.   Strength and faith your crutches which carry you forward and beyond. Run forward and never stop.  Breathe your dreams, they are closer than you think.

Wow, music is amazing.  I sat last night listening to some great songs and literally felt as though I was flying.  The room no longer existed and averything around me faded.  The power of music is indeed astounding.  It provides excellent escapism too. I love music so much.  In fact I am in love with it,  it never ceases to strike the right chord with me!    *sigh*     

I was practicing some make-up techniques on a friend of mine (as I am currently studying it).  See the pictures, i think they are really cool.

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I’ve learnt that you don’t need to be good at something to do it.

You just need to do it.

I’ve learnt that true loves takes time to grow and grow stronger, and it doesn’t happen in a glance.

I have gathered that your gut feeling can always be trusted and your heart, when followed, is your best friend.

I’ve learnt that the right person can be your weakness AND your strength.

I have learnt that respect and loyalty are more important than fuzzy feelings and comfort.

I have learnt that no matter how hard you try, you cant make someone love you.  You can only show them that you are worth every moment if they do.

I am walking naked with you /you stripped my inhibitions and opened my eyes/left my tears behind/looked up into your eyes/clothes mean nothing with us/feel me with your mouth/lets dream on this rooftop and jump..........into one another/my legs inbetween yours/crazy thoughts and ideas intertwine and slip into our hands/look into my eyes/breathe with me/bleed into me/in sync with you/scream......... 

Hello  (For lack of a more imaginative greeting line....)

I just finished watching an American series called Entourage. Best damn thing ever.

I love the way the characters are portrayed in the most realistic light yet provide excellent escapism. A great tale too of how cutthroat Hollywood is. 

Yawn. i think of my life.  Constantly expecting the darling desperate paparazzi to blind me with their flashing cameras. No such luck.  (maybe i can get a friend to pretend for me..........)

Paparazzi

The paparazzi are a small price to pay for the elaborate lifestyle you lead as an icon and role model the world over.

Gotta dash for now, the red carpet beckons...... 

SoulStripA

The responsibility lies with us.  To remain positive. 

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Currently on our planet, we are surrounded by violence and natural disasters to name a few.  Coupled and ruled by

media that push sensationalism in our faces and thrive on providing us with news and headlines that only promote tragedy and foul-play.  We love it. It captivates our attention each time.  I spoke to a friend who mentioned this to me. She said what will you be more likely to read:  'Brave man rescues kitten from tree.' or 'Five men tried for the rape of a six year old.'  Think about it..................

I hate it. i hate it all.  The negativity of the world. Our so called democracy and freedom of speech.  Its all a lie.

Our reality bites are cheese flavoured.  (Blue cheese.) 

I shall try to remain positive.  It feels better.

Soulsa

Hello

Its me again to disturb the peace and scatter all rabbits. 

Okay.  Just watched the end of Heroes.....oh my WORD.  Highly amazing show, very addictive. Whenever i finish watching an episode, reality jolts me and I am informed of my lack of 'special abilities'.  Dammit.  That sucks.

So here we are indeed back to reality.  The one that harbours stupid jerks that disregard their fellow man.  Heartless criminals with no remorse. They prey on the helpless like elderly people, children/babies and unarmed victims.  Will it get better?  Will it get worse?  Do we all have to get a firearm licence now to feel the slightest bit safer from these thugs we call humans? 

Anyways, enough of the morbid chit-chat. 

Super Lady

On a lighter note, life is quite cool with me, except my lack of regeneration (would save doctors bills), flying abilities (would save travel costs), and invisibilty (would save a hell of a lot in general!), otherwise all is just dandy. A smile and a genuine laugh grace me more often than not, so I'm hundreds. Always try to see the good side of everything. It all happens for a reason.  Always try to see what lesson you learnt from a previous or current experience and apply it to future happenings.  And remember, its how well you rise after falling that defines you, not the fact that you fell.   Also if theres someone out there that you love and you havent told them, tell them then, it may be your last opportunity.

Have to skedaddle for now.  My arch-nemesis (kinda sexy in a badass way) Sylar has survived his attack and i have to save the world from him...

(Super) SoulStripAngel