In Other Words

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"Fools live to regret their words, wise men to regret their silence." -William Henry

To begin with, allow me to introduce myself. I am D3*67 Mistress Gaga, from the Poka race in the farthest region of the planet Badmouth, located in the Andromeda galaxy. It is a great opportunity for me to able to meet the Human race of the planet Earth, to mingle with these kind and beautiful people.

They have befriended me, welcomed me warmly to their place. And I, with all my heart accepted their invitation. However differences will always be differences.

It is really difficult to cope up with the changing and strange happenings I've experienced here on Earth. Despite the happy memories I had with Humanity, there was a backlash to my being an alien. My culture is far way different than them. My personality which was richly nurtured from my own people, the Pokans, became disastrous when I decided to cohabit with the Humans for a little longer.

Back home, my race was blessed with the gift of the gab, we were extraordinarily best in our facility of language. Communication was never a problem for us. It was always our tradition to use our voices, the greatest gifts from the Most Intelligent Being. It is considered a taboo to refrain from talking, however for morality's sake, none was allowed to speak lies, but only the truth. We were always honest and frank of our doings and feelings, making it a lot more easier to converse, heal, learn, and be informed.

The word speechless is never found in our dictionary, so when I get to study a language subject on Earth, I was flabbergasted when a classmate replied, "I'm speechless" when the teacher threw a question. Another phrase I would never forget from hearing my Human friends talk is, "No comment!" The Pokans would either kick me in the shin or slap me thrice if I won't say anything when I am asked, though it had never happened and it never will.

Words can either hurt or heal. It's true, but at the endpoint of every thing that has been said, words are still the best healer. When we're hurt just a comfort of a friend's little words lightens, when we need assurance, a simple OK suffices. So being hurt is just a part of the process of healing. Let me remind you that hurt is temporary, if you've been hurt by barbed words, take it easy, it's not intended to kill you in an instant. Like barbed wires, barbed words are meant to warn you. It means caution.

Speaking the truth is just as important as breathing fresh air. It was a culture I've acquired from my people to never take back what you've said. Your words are the language not just of your mind but of your emotion and your soul. We are not afraid to speak, because we know, we are talking only of the truth, and are concern of only the truth.

It was also odd for Humans to take in deeply the words said, as if each and every letter in their alphabet was toxic that it needs care in handling when spilled. They believe in regret, especially in saying something bad. Human Beings are so inclined into saying good things, whether it's the truth or what they so-call white lie. You had to be careful not to say something bad, for it may hurt the person, even if you think it's the truth. On the other hand, Pokans talk like there's no tomorrow, they talk as if every second is precious. So whatever comes out from their mouths are really what they think, feel and believe...in that moment.

I told a story yesterday, and I surprised you today with a contradicting story, so don't be shocked to hear me talk another different story tomorrow...that's how we are. That's how Mistress Gaga is.

However I talk, I only speak the truth, of what I see or hear is true, of what I believe and prove to be true. Opportunities, words, and time are three things you can never take back. I take responsibility of the consequences of spending each one, in any way, and I have no regrets.

Love me or hate me...

Yours truly,

..........Mistress Gaga

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I am different from you..I am who i am..I am the person you do not know and will never know...For I am someone without identity..I show my reaL seLf to the worLd..Yet the reaLity which is hidden from everyone who stares at me..They see the different...They see the unreaL...They see not me but the one they expect to be me..I taLk a Lot..But i speak onLy one thing..Yet peopLe hear different meanings..But i dont know if there's anyone who Listens carefuLLy..I move careLessLy and with no direction...and no one should care..I am free and happy...Though my Life can't bear...Is what you see in me reaL or fake??Am i HAppy or is it my facade?Think whatever..No one is perfect..Don't brand me somebody...Nor expect anything from me...

..I am the CHANGE that forever will be UNCHANGED..

Frozen In Bliss III: Neichzebnig

The faeries sang their sorrow,

The sirens played their fury,

The muses lamented their torment,

The pixies cried their grief.



The land of pleasure and majik, Neichzebnig!

For once it had been an enchanted kingdom of spirits,

Now grace has forsaken thee.

No more than a barren place of forlorn creatures,

No more of the colorful paths of floras to welcome me.

But violets still strive on such harsh enchanted earth,

For a tale of long ago still roam in eternal mystery:

The Grim’s love and the violets;



Vaalkvothura! The continent of great Lords and warriors!

From where The Grim was conceived,

Its soil from where The Grim was nurtured.

And the violets from the kingdom of Neichzebnig

With her greatest love a faerie once planted ‘em,

And with all her heart sent them to faraway places,

And with all her soul embraced each with beautiful memories.

The petals traveled through the invisible tunnels of Neichzebnig,

To the hollow sunken valley at Vaalkvothura’s edge.

There lived The Grim

In solitude,

In madness,

In nothing,

In darkness.



Love and death go together, it was said.

What of violets and The Grim in the tale?

What of love and death?

The tale of long ago of The Grim’s love and the violets,

Mysterious death of the lovely faerie of violets

And the mysterious love of The Grim.



I stand frozen on grassy lands.

At the center of the world here lies

Great power of will and pride.

So long had been my stay,

On so far I’ve come astray

Minds in shattered array

Of old memories and tales.

The Great Lord of Tundr my master,

Has called forth a war to beget peace.

What peace my Lord?

On to this land of wonder and bliss?

For heavens, should I not weep?

For death, should I not fear?

Does hearts of the living count not to the King?

I serve thee by heart, and by the crown hurt returned to me;

Torment crushes me for leaving paradise,

With rues I fled your palace.

My Lord’s beautiful face in wrinkling desperation,

I could not bear to see,

Not a sight of ebony locks

Or that hazel orbs that sees through souls.

Pardon me my dear Lord!

Thy crystal staircases I yearn no more

Or the Mangroves in the snowy alps of Tree Hills invites no more.

Thus swears to forget thy loves ardor!

I rest myself on my poet’s endearments,

Free me from pain and guilt of fleeting passion!

My Lord, my love, and what of you?

My poet, my man or my lover too?



In Neichzebnig my poet been,

Told me stories of the spirits’ plight

Gave me handful of violets in delight!

Ah, he silence me with whispers

With melodious tunes of lovely verses,

Like faeries and muses, sirens and pixies,

A male spirit of beauty lost in the majikal kingdom of Neichzebnig.

And I adore him.

And the owl by his side,

The lips that never cease with sweetest words,

Or caress mine in gentlest way.

My dear poet’s from somewhere he said,

My faith, such could be a lie!

Hear his music not so ordinary,

Flowers dance with him in glee;

For nothing and nowhere and no one alive,

In Vaalkvothura can compare to thee,

In enchanted Neichzebnig could you only be,

With spirits in the land of pleasure, majik, and beauty;

Neichzebnig, the most magnificent place mortal eyes could see.

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Frozen in Bliss II: Aruka

Hail! The Great Lord of Tundr!
Hail! No glory could be bought by harassing immodesty of men;
None is rightful of the crown of immortality,
Of wisdom,
Of bravery,
Of holiness, but He!


Music of the Lark, hear such melody;
Oh! Beauty of the dawn!
Do I ever need to listen to the footsteps of the Grim?
The Grim whose soul is black and shrouded by greed;
I could not reveal his despicable truth,
Nor I am able to voice his words;
In Damnation, he rightfully abide,
If truth be told, of contempt for him,
Perchance in purpose or slip of the tongue,
Oh to dreadful torment in perdition is your demise.
The Grim, the legend once told,
The Grim, the Great Warrior from Tundr fought from the Old.


Lo, from the land of the Faraway, sails Aruka the Empress;
The most fair of fairs, a light amidst darkness.
She rode the gigantic ocean dragon, the biggest of its kind,
No sword, no helmet, no shield, no armor;
But wore the finest silk the enchanted kingdom have never seen in time.


"My eyes are those of the eagle,
My fangs are those of the tiger,
But my spirit is that of the enchanted.
Hail me Queen!
Empress of the East!
No wonder will you owe me, your Queen;
I am a wonder by myself,
I can not be made envious, nor be impressed!
The Great Lord of Tundr,
The one who fought all tyrant?
The Lord who's named The Great Warrior from Tundr.
You are King, the Great Lord of Tundr.
I heard the nobleness the heavens have bestowed upon you;
But, pray tell, brave warrior, should I believe such farce?"


Aruka, the golden-eyed lady of the deep;
With followers from her empire of creatures from the deep
Marched along the trail of the enchanted land,
Glided along the invisible tunnel a-float the bed of violets.
The enchanted kingdom of Neichzebnig, a land of spirits
Called upon this beauty, to amaze The Grim.
The Grim who lived in fury, in avarice and in misery;
The evil who brought strife and discord
In the enchanted kingdom of the spirits.
Neichzebnig!
The land of pleasure and majik;
The refuge of faeries and muses,
Of lovely sirens and pixies.


The ground in eternal tremor.
The sky a blurring color.
The waters move in ever restless anger.
A war started in the ancients,
Reincarnated at a time of near absolute peace;
Chill! Frozen by fear!
Come forth the ending of the Gods' selfish game!
For fame, they pursued,
The Great Warriors of the continent of Vaalkvothura:
The Great Lord of Tundr!
Aruka, the Empress of the East!
And the soon coming,
Lohdar the Colossus!
Tjoqqu from the Ocean of Fire! and
The Lady of the Fifth, she, who's vested in the garden of Gyrwin!


With much honor and glory, I mention their names.
Tomorrow and yesterday shall they be remembered.
From this day on, the Gods will weep;
Of strength and courage, these warriors do keep
To vow to death victory and love,
To grieve bedlam, and swear mischief rightful to Hell!

Soul Mate

People are always trying to find for that person who they will be sharing their life forever. Some are so eager and desperate, while to some, it comes so easy, in just a blink of an eye, the person is already infront of you.



It has been always told to almost everybody, that there is a soul mate for everyone. But is it really true? How is it that many are getting divorced, separated, left alone by those they love?



There is no such thing as soul mate. It is just a notion that keeps everybody hoping for something false and uncertain. Those people who keep on saying that there is indeed a soul mate for everyone is a fool, a hoax, and a damned unmerciful, illogical person. By believing there exist a soul mate just gives us expectations, which are not good, since we will be expecting for uncertain things, which later on becomes dissapointment and discouragement. Such belief on this leads us to unhappiness. Many are inferior, insecure and in vain hopeless. The idea of a soul mate would heighten their feelings more, how cruel the word will be to them, how ruthless the sayer are to them.



Soul mates are nothing but mere fantasy and imagination. To those who believe in this, think again, because everything in this world: people, feelings, things, relationships, are impermanent.

Frozen In Bliss

Towering buildings..
Huge flying creatures..
Extraordinary species..
Singing flowers..
Dancing trees..
Icy black mountains..
Floating houses..
Hanging gardens..
Crystal staircases..
Magical warriors..
Faeries..

They all sang in merriment in a far away place,
I could hear them, playing in my ears.
They whisper melody unknown to me.

Over my shoulders, I see a stout man.
Over my head, I felt a warm flush of wind just blew.
On the ground where I stand, I felt a quake as if a volcano erupted.
Below the ground, it shakes like a gigantic eel was digging.
Infront, I see a hazy mist of blue.
Infront, I watched the green tinge of smoke swirling with the bluish mist.
Infront, shadows of existence coming towards me.

Somewhere, footsteps droning.
Anywhere, I stand stoned on the grassy land.
Everywhere, dreamy as it could be, twisting reality.

Stay where you are, come if you may.
In a hollowed spot I crouch, in a serene place of demise.
He who told me a way to reality,
How comforting a sea of fantasy, a vast ocean of light and darkness,mixing the other, creating a blanket of joy.

Light and Darkness, dear friends of the past.
Light and Darkness, my companion in a land where mangroves grow in abundance in the snowy alps of Tree Hills.
Thundering amidst the sunshine, lit all my worries in flame of wisdom.
Scourging fire from the crust of Moon Light, from the core of Moon Might.
Deep setting eyes of the mountain flyer.
Deep in his lair, the valley of power.

A bard in his own respect, an owl by his side.
Sing your tune, a lovely hour of fleeting pasture,
Gone is the serenade of long lost passion.

Leap into the dungeon of the make-believe King,
May his memories reign in his terror of kingdom.
Done is his time, when dragons honor him.
Done were the years of apocalyptic judgement.
He who fears the Great Lord of Tundr,
The one who fought all tyrant.
Noble is he, but fearsome his plea,
The Lord who's named The Great Warrior from Tundr.
He is the King, the Great Lord of Tundr.
But only and no one is as noble as he.

I know him, from the smell of his boots to the slits of his eyes.
I know his name, from the color of his hair to the firmness of his arms.
I know who he is, from the stride he makes to the melody of his voice.

Dreams, I dream,Of a wonderful place, faraway from misery.
Dreams, I dream,Of a plenty of juices and fruits of life.
Dreams, I dream,Of a lost land of magic and power and might.
Dreams, I dream,Of a world of strife, but a universe of light.

Wonder, I wonder, Fantasy is real.
Wonder, I wonder, Life is real

So is Reality a Life of Fantasy-surreal.

Fantasy versus Reality

"yOu can't win at everything but yOu can try"...as said by Ely Buendia, vocaList for the FiLipino bands Eraserheads and PupiL in the song 'with a smiLe'...

..i've been dreaming and hoping for perfection aLL this time...i thought of what Anna PavLova once said, to paraphrase it, "perfection is impossibLe, but i'LL try to be perfect"...my Life was never perfect, even a LittLe cLose to it. my Life was fiLLed with more pain, suffering, hopeLessness, LoneLiness, and mistakes than happiness, gLory, success, and pLeasure...i've been inside my cocoon for so many years..been dreaming..just dreaming of a Life where i wiLL never again know misery's pain...after years and years of pretending of being somebody eLse...acting as the person i aLways dreamed to be...i finaLLy come to reaLize what those Lies had made me...

First, i didn't know waht to do. i was in confusion...as i speak, words are distorted...my eyes were Like those of a ghost's souL chained inside a prison ceLL..it was dark..it was haunted...there wasn't any warmth in me as i stare at things around me...coLd as ice...i was...

...i've Longed for freedom...i've Longed to experience what sunLight wouLd feeL on my cheeks...but i was afraid...afraid that it wouLd burn my skin and wiLL Leave scars that wouLd never heaL. in aother words, i was afraid to get hurt if i open myseLf to the reaL worLd.. because inside my fantasy...it might be painfuL, but i thought outside must be much more tormenting...

..i was wrong.. it wasn't Long when i finaLLy break Loose from my private cocoon...the haunting ghost was finaLLy saved, and then, i reaLizd i won't go anywhere by just dreaming...i wanted everything to be perfect as possibLe, i wanted to have everything..everything...i thought i have aLL the power..the controL...and i was wrong...that power onLy existed in my own iLL-fated worLd...in reaLity, it was hard to grab the power i so yearned...

..i've Learned a Lesson...it's not wrong to dream big, neither it is impossibLe to reach even the most difficuLt goaLs...because somehow, atLeast you can have one thing that you needed the most, but not everything that you wanted to have...if there shouLd be one great goaL for me...a dream..it wouLd be to be the greatest cartoonist in the worLd! and to own an animation company in the phiLippines where the taLent of many great FiLipinos in art and animation wiLL be recognized by many...

..my goaL was to fOLLow my greatest passion...it doesn't matter if i Lose everything for that passion...atLeast i know it was the very best thing to make me happy and satisfied...i am not very inteLLectuaL. kinda more of an ideaListic than reaListic...but every persons principLe is the thing that makes him aLive and surviving...never teLL anyone that his principLes are wrong, it wiLL onLy make him feeL worthLess and hopeLess...Learn to share with hiM your views and never criticize his opinions...by then, he'LL reaLize what is wrong and what shouLd be right...

so if i foLLow my heart, and do wahat i most Love doing..it's my decision...it's my principLe in Life...it's my foundation of surviving...

..now, i know i don't reaLLy need to have everything..it is enough that i couLd fuLLfiLL one great dream...that is, to foLLow what i know is right and good for me...