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“After a year-long investigation by PETA Asia-Pacific and the National Bureau of Investigations, police have now charged a Philippine couple with cruelty to animals and other crimes related to producing a series of pornographic videos in which young girls torture and kill animals.
WARNING: Graphic descriptions follow
The “crush” videos that the Ridons are believed to have produced show scantily clad 12-year-old girls as they stomp on live animals, a rabbit as he or she is skinned alive, other rabbits as they scream while their ears are cut off and they are set on fire, a dog as he or she is burned with a clothes iron, and a monkey who was repeatedly hit in the eye with the sharp end of a stiletto heel. There is more, including puppies crushed until they vomited their own internal organs. A bill currently in the Philippine Senate would criminalize the sale of such “crush videos,” already illegal in the U.S. and other countries.
Faced with the charges, suspects Dorma and Vic Ridon have fled. Warrants have been issued for them.”
My Monsters
I have monsters. I’ve kept them in a hole ever since I realized what they were, around 15 years ago. I have never seen every one of them, but I know I’m shackled and chained to them. They drag me in the darkness at my lowest moments in life. Somehow, they sense when I am weakest, growling at grasping at my chains, dragging me in. Taking me back to the hole, until I see the horror of their faces again. Try as I might to be strong, I’m still no match for their titanic power against me. Every problem, every insecurity, every fear, EVERY WEAKNESS, they pick up on it, almost as if they gain strength from it. I know I have the key to my shackles. But I am afraid. All my life I had to deal with my monsters, some days better than others. Tonight, especially, was one of the worst episodes I had with them. An hour worth of tears stain my pillow, my eyes puffy and red. I was stripped naked. I was battered by its claws. I was forced to look at its abomination again. I’m not sure how many people know the pain I am going through, it was agonizing. All I’m sure is: it is unfair. My boyfriend kept them at bay tonight, bless his soul. I’ve introduced the monsters to a couple of people already. I thought it was only going to get easier, sharing my load to friends I trust. Oh I was wrong. I was so wrong. It got harder. It became stronger. Somehow more tangible. I guess it was better back when I pretended it wasn’t there. It was easier to ignore its tugs and pulls back when only I knew them. I have the key to my shackles, but I’ve never tried to free myself before. I fear of going to the darkness of the hole and see the entirety of my monsters. I am trapped. Held back from being the best that I could be. Settling for mediocre. Feeling worthless and powerless on the worst days. Someday, I’ll set myself free. I have the key.
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One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.”
One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing “so you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?”
“Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.
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I am Nadine and I welcome you to the barf bag: A place for all my mind's happy, discombobulated, contented, confused, fickle, artistic, in-love, funny, bookworm, and chocolate-loving *involuntary thought-spills.
Here are a few things about me that I think people will think they find interesting...
♥ I eat books for breakfast, connoisseuring in SF/F.
♥ I believe that in another dimension I am married to Neil Gaiman.
♥ I doodle. A LOT.
♥ I love to draw and paint. Currently treading the waters of digital/CG painting using Photoshop. :)
♥ I love everything about the ocean.
♥ As a Marine Biology graduate, I dream of one day saving the sharks.
♥ I am totally and utterly head-over-heels in love with my brilliant boyfriend na itatago natin sa pangalang "Glenn" (He he)
♥ The Gambler's Ruin phenomenon scares the zombajeezus out of me. And I believe in Karma.
♥ I think Futurama is the best and funniest cartoon series ever made.
♥ Many of my decisions are greatly influenced by the color green. LOL. I love green. :P
♥ I am a bit more anthropomorphic than most, as I give names to my phone, laptop, my journal (Hardtouse, Bill and Buch). And I sympathize for the plights of inanimate objects.
♥ My weight has always been a conundrum: I love to eat and I eat a lot but I stay skinny. (I think it all goes to my cheeks)
♥ I think you're tired of reading about me now so I'll end here. Want to know more? Follow me or ask me stuff. :)
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