(Wikipedia excerpt)

16 (sixteen) is the natural number following 15 and preceding 17. 16 is a composite number, and a square number, being 42 = 4 × 4. It is the smallest number with exactly five divisors, its proper divisors being 1, 2, 4 and 8.

Sixteen is the fourth power of two.

..power of two. Interesting. Yes, indeed.

Sixteen months of Kitty and Goatie power of two.
..the laughter..
..the shear completeness of every moment..
..building mounds with our names written on it..
..just the simple sharing of love and life.

Goatie poot loves Kitty poo poo soooooo much..

I love you, Kitty..

For my little wing..

Hmmm.. Kitty and goatie show goes on their 15th month.. A special post for this 15th..

Because you are my little wing, Kitty. Love you sooo much.. Happy 15th months..

Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

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It has been awhile. Fourteen months. Fourteen months full of kitty laughter. Fourteen months filled with kitty-goatie moments. Fourteen months, and I could always tell you I would never trade my time for anything else. Just kitty.

I love you so much, Kitty. Happy Fourteen months! *goatie rub rub dub*

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…”
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

..Got Giniling Festival album, and I really did enjoy this track. Witty.

Tsong (Boypren Mo Pokpok)
– Giniling Festival

Kapag wala ka pakalatkalat akala mo tae
Trabahong paalam yun pala nanlalalake
Pasundot sundot di naman nangungulangot
Rampa ng rampa nagkakalat ng salot
Niloloko ka lang nyan
Tsong boyfriend mo pokpok
Boyfriend mo nymphomaniac
Boyfriend mo malande
Tsong boyfriend mo horny
Di sya tumitigil kabebembang
Tsong boyfriend mo pokpok

Wag kang magulat kung sya ay puyat palagi
May buhok sa ngipin at namamaga ang kanyang labi
Pasundot sundot di naman nangungulangot
Rampa ng rampa salot ang naman kanyang dulot
Haliparot talaga
Tsong boyfriend mo pokpok
Boyfriend mo nymphomaniac
Boyfriend mo malande
Tsong boyfriend mo horny
Di sya tumitigil kabebembang
Tsong boyfriend mo pokpok

Nakasusulasok
Nakaririmarim
Nakahihilakbot
Nakasusuklam

GGGGGGGGGGGRrrrrrrrrrrr~
Tsong boyfriend mo pokpok
Boyfriend mo nymphomaniac
Boyfriend mo malande
Tsong boyfriend mo horny
Di sya tumitigil kabebembang
Tsong boyfriend mo pokpok

Bembang bembang
Bembang bembang
Bembang! Bembang!

Wuhhooohhh…
Alay yan sa mga malalandeng jowa!!!
Bembang bembang!!!

The closing credit for A Scanner Darkly. We all do get punished too much for our mistakes. We often cannot stop begging for forgiveness.
 
This has been a story about people who were punished entirely too much for what they did. I loved them all. Here is a list, to whom I dedicate my love:

To Gaylene, deceased
To Ray, deceased
To Francy, permanent psychosis
To Kathy, permanent brain damage
To Jim, deceased
To Val, massive permanent brain damage
To Nancy, permanent psychosis
To Joanne, permanent brain damage
To Maren, deceased
To Nick, deceased
To Terry, deceased
To Dennis, deceased
To Phil, permanent pancreatic damage
To Sue, permanent vascular damage
To Jerri, permanent psychosis and vascular damage
…and so forth

In memoriam. These were comrades whom I had; There are no better. They remain in my mind, and the enemy will never be forgiven. The “enemy” was their mistake in playing. Let them play again, in some other way, and let them be happy.

Philip K. Dick

Out of Step
- Minor Threat

(I) Don’t smoke,
(I) Don’t drink,
(I) Don’t fuck,
At least I can fucking think.

I can’t keep up,
I can’t keep up,
I can’t keep up,
Out of step with the world.

(repeat)

*Spoken*
Listen,
This is no set of rules,
I’m not telling you what to do,
All im saying is I’m bringing up three things,
That are like so important to the whole world,
That I dont identify as much importance in,
Because of these things,
Whether they are fucking or playing golf,
Because of that I feel…
*End Spoken*

I can’t keep up,
I can’t keep up,
I can’t keep up,
Out of step with the world.

Cashing in…

Enough said..

“But that’s the point: we see a deadly sin on every street corner, in every home, and we tolerate it. We tolerate it because it’s common, it’s trivial. We tolerate it morning, noon, and night.”
– John Doe, Se7en

Isn’t it fascinating that the title of this post got your attention? If I would have used “Needful Things”, instead of the current one, this post would have gathered less than half of everyone’s attention. And it is quite fascinating that a person’s mind is so preoccupied with the topic of sex. Sex sells, and everyone is buying.

Quite often, everyone is ready to jump in and embrace sex, but not an intellectual comprehension of their sexuality. It is human nature to be magnetized by sex. It is the primal remnant in us. But do try this. Pick-out someone whom you know is quite sexual. Cancel out everything that this person knows about sex, and what’s left is a half-wit dim-lit bulb of a person who can’t keep a witty conversation without mentioning any sexual topics or can’t even do decent arithmetic. How many people do you know embraces his intellect, like sensible reading or music? Now, how many people do you know embraces sex? Chances are, its the latter you can readily answer more than the former.

They say one should have exposure to such ideas about sex. One would feel their innocence is so short. Quite interesting about human nature, exposure doesn’t really lead to understanding. So rarely would exposure to anything lead to comprehension. And alot of people talk about it as if its the coolest thing in the world. Quite annoyingly, some hold it as the grandest thing in the world – as if it is the most essential pivot for your life. Maybe, just maybe, you are on the side of the fence where everyone is just so hyped about it, like a pubescent crowd who never really leaves pubescence and move on. If the topic of sex is so accessible, how come we end up tolerating it and be so preoccupied with it, instead of being tolerant to it? It is quite the case. Sex is overrated, they say. That is sex. Sexuality is quite left out – the comprehension of your own sexuality.

There is nothing wrong with being liberal about the topic of sex and having an interest in it. Moreover, there is nothing wrong being liberal about your sexuality. But a little learning is quite a dangerous thing, especially if you let yourself be just a walking pervert with a hollow core – rock-bottom in terms of intellect. Take a peep at the other side of the fence – a crowd is there because they moved on, and away from the hype.

Sex sells, and everyone is buying. Should you?

“A flower that stays in bloom for a day, for one brief moment.. or a bloom that lasts a hundred years.. is the same beautiful flower. It is beauty by itself.”

Li’l Kitten and Goatie has been sharing lovely moments for a year now. Like flipping vivid pages, I clearly remember how it was that day. It has been a year ago, and yet everything is still vibrant with emotions. Everything is as fresh as it was.

..but sometimes it seems getting fresher.. *grin*

Dearest Li’l Kitten,

One night, you came into my life. It was unexpected. I never knew such a wonderful moment could happen to a regular guy like me. I have been happy eversince, and I have been so thankful for it. You never falter, since that night.

Each day, before that fateful night, I would look at you. I would steal a glimpse of you from my corner desk – to look at you, with your black-rim glasses and cheerful smile. Once in awhile, I would wishfully think you’d pass by, to better see you, considering I am half-blind and half-deaf. Back then, I would always look for something useful that you might need from me, eventhough I felt it was slim-chanced that you would ever need me for anything. I could feel the distance that exists between you and me.

It was so wishful thinking back then. “How in the world? She is on a pedestal.” Wanting to see you, and to be fortunate enough to speak with you, I really felt like a little kid wishing hard for that Christmas gift to be you.

And now, I wake up to the sound of your breathing. Thank you for the shelter. Everyday, you curl up to my arms for solice, where I just look into your lovely eyes for solitude. Each time I do look at them, you take away my fears and fill my heart with so much love and delight. Thank you for the embrace that soothes and completes.

I am grateful for each day that passes with your hand in mine.  For all the rough times we had, you held on and sought to be strong. And you are my strength. Each day, it never fails to make me full knowing I have a chance to be of service to you – be there for you, and take care of you. It is a chance to love you, the best way I could.

Whenever I look into those eyes, I still see the same eyes I fell in love with more than 365 days before. They never grow old. Whenever I feel your embrace, it feels like I just had your first embrace yesterday. The warmth never falters. Whenever I hear your voice, it is the same happiness I experience like the first time I spent time with you near the fountain. And whenever you whisper you love me, it is just like yesterday that you started to complete my life.

It has been a year, and I could only measure the year that passed in a statement..

I cannot measure it in words how wonderful your love is.

I want you and love you so so so much – the same way I have been loving you the year before.

 
Goatie
XOXO