Or at least, make him contemplate the idea of being a bisexual?
I'm not talking about certain effects of a physical assets, though. I'm inclining more to the methods one owns in communication, instead. A particular way of talking, the language being used, the jokes being thrown at and whatnot. You could say that it's almost like a "Chasing Amy"-kinda situation, if anything, only less passionate, and a bit lingering.
I was reminded with this situation where a friend of mine was asked whether she'd been involved with a non-heterosexual person before, and she said no. The person then continued to offer her himself in a relationship (yes kids, I meant that as "dating"), whereas both of them acknowledge that he's a gay man. This, of course sent shockwaves to my friend, leading her to reject that offer almost immediately. Despite that, she asked what made him decide that he could go straight exclusively for her, and his answer was as unsatisfactory as "I don't know. I just think that I could see myself in love with you." can get.
I don't know how they are right now, but my best guess is that it must be AWKWARD as hell.
So it all began when I was left with a full jar of unopened Skippy's Peanut Butter that would've gotten expired on the 9th of April. Refusing to let it all go to waste, I went ballistic to find a recipe that would require just THAT MUCH of a peanut butter involvement. I looked for EVERYTHING, really. So I came up with those peanut butter balls thing (in which recipe has been passed on to Naoo-san), and whaddayya know, they were absolutely fabulous! Everyone ranging from the colleagues at my office to my mom and to my husband all gave wonderful (although slightly angry, since I ruined their diet) reviews. Ahahahah.
Anyhoooo... it triggered the housewife in me. I became addicted to the kitchen, especially when it's all about desserts! Cakes! Anything Chocolate-related! Just last night, I made a heart-shaped chocolate cake with caramel saucing, and today, I made its marble cake version. I don't eat it though. I just saved it in case we'll be having guests coming over.
No, no, no... I'm not talking about a broken path of spirituality or anything psychological. It's about education and occupation, actually. Have any of you felt that you're supposed to be doing something else in life as a job? Like, for example, I have so many cases of my friends and relatives being pushed by their parents to actually take upon a degree in faculties that deviated from their original destination. The results are of course, mostly devastating than anything.
Many of them ended up dropping outta colleges, clueless as to where they could go, and finally hating their jobs. At some point, I can relate to how they feel about the unfairness of life in being cornered not by their choice, but because of influences from certain, superior parties that mostly choose to wash their hands clean after the whole mess happens.
Has anyone felt the same thing, or still feeling such distorted state of peace up to now?
Hi. I've been away for a while, sorry. Gomen. Blame it on the PMS and clients I'd like to see floating lifelessly on rivers.
You know, it's hard to appreciate ageing actors in the entertainment industry. Female leads have all kinds of mistreatment due to the demand of youthful presentation to please viewers, not necessarily appreciators of the art of acting itself, mind you. This particular behaviour is really no surprise anywhere around the globe, really. India, however, is probably an exclusion since they worship Amitabhachan like a deity ever since the dawn of his illustrious career. In my country, Indonesia, the quickest period of a young (so-called promising), *couch* "actor" *cough* to rise and afterwards fall down to the stairs of no more commercial mojo-ism, is about two years. I'm serious, the girl had it rough on her up to the point where she practically needs to beg producers and production houses for jobs.
Japan is something I have in mind for this issue as well. If an idol doesn't have what it takes to survive in the heavily rotated wheel of fortune of his/her area, then forget about reaching the leagues of Utada Hikaru and Ayumi Hamasaki. They'd be gone off the market's interest as snappy as their singles. However so, I am truly amazed at how more appreciative Japanese in general towards senior actors, than I first imagined it to be. One of those more experienced, workers of art is the one featured on this edition of the blog. He's mostly known for his international antagonistic roles on various action flicks, but back in Japan, the man is acknowledged way more beyond his punches and kicks.
And most of all... CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS GUY'S NEARING 50?!
LIKE, SERIOUSLY?!
I don't know much about him, since there aren't so many information about him being featured in English-based websites. I'd be more than love to, though.
I've been browsing Youtube for glimpses of the gorgeous man as of lately, and this is just a sample of such pleasurable view:
Sex, is fundamental. Let it be for humans or for those fellas doing some bestiality action like you see on Animal Planet/ Discovery/ National Geographic channel. A single orgasm can restore hundreds of skin cells, making you appear youthful and radiant (guys, take note, contrary to popular beliefs, foreplay IS IMPORTANT, and DON'T give me that look), a good sexual intercourse can burn up to 400 calories, and you get all lovey dovey with your partner in the end.
Now sometimes, getting laid is not always available for some people to enjoy through the existence of relationships, so they go for either freebies, or workers of the requested area. Or sometimes, pay an enthusiastic applicant and then film the whole action for the world wide web to see.
And that's why we have amateur porn sites. (Damn, those girls can really take it all in.)
So why not globally apply legalized prostitution?
Think about it, you won't get arrested for conducting sexual activities with prostitutes, PLUS, they'd be considered as legal workers who are obligated to contribute their income for their country's development. People won't consider them as parasites living for a quick way out of poverty, since they have the same rights as legit citizens, and let's face it, they have the best job in the world.
Fundamental religious countries will object to this, of course. I mean, why shouldn't they be? They cherish sexuality as a private matter and that whatever happens to it would be each of their own business without the consent to have it spread around aloud. I agree to this belief in an extent, as I am a Muslim myself. Indeed, sexuality and its application to our social life is not something that I would consider decent to announce in public. Despite such statement, however, more and more people around the world are being discovered to have sexual issues going on inside their lives, be it on marital status, or promiscuity altogether due to various reasoning. That's why they sneak out to find the hookers and the gigolos and the trannies at night behind their spouses/ partners, because sex workers KNOW what they're doing in bed. Seriously, WHAT'S THE POINT in being committed in a relationship, then?
So really, this isn't about religions any more, it's about being useful to one's country even if one's ability is simply giving sexual favours alone, and whatever happens to some random what's-his/her-name's genitalia is really not an issue I'd like to dwell into, won't you agree? However so, if fornication is not your thing (don't worry, I'm not a fan, either), then I guess you should know how to treat your spose/ lover better in bed, eh? I know I'm not limiting my skills on THAT department.
I kinda felt the symptoms yesterday morning, but decided to just drink some UC1000 and let it cool down by itself. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a tad worse than I would hope it to be, and now, here I am lying on the bed with my husband telling me to get a total bedrest. Partially scolding me along the way as well since I was kinda uselessly deviant the day before, objecting against his request to have me stay at home instead. Teeheehee... Oh well, that's love for ya. I think I'm torn to either have my day spent messing around with Photoshop, or playing Call of Duty 4. Both are a pleasure to be hold. OR, playing with my cat and dog altogether! They're so adorable no matter which angle you take! Kyah! Hmmmm... I'm a person born to stay at home indeed. Oh, did I mention that it HURTS LIKE A MOFO whenever I try talking? (kicks rocks) Stay well, guys. -Tev-
Topics are hard to find when you have to many things going on in your head, you know? I tried limiting it to an understandable range, and it always end up in absolute futility. Is it a Pisces-thing? Were my people destined to be a complete utter mess inside our heads? I think I laugh in my heart too much as well. Listening to Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" in repeat due to a co-worker's addiction didn't quite help me to focus a damn subject, either. KNOCK THE EFFING UKULELE OFF, JASON!!! (gah)
Let's see the potential issues available to be discussed: - My boss' salsa lessons during lunchtimes? - Snooty clans on Call of Duty series? - Is the 120GB PS3 worth all that money? - Do we all have feet fetish? - Why can't Jessica Alba act? - Why can't Macintosh be a lot cheaper? - Will there ever be a painless Brazilian wax?
Must... THINK... without.. hormones!
By the way, Hillary Clinton's coming to Jakarta today, so it's something that Indonesian bloggers would probably pick as their discussion topics later along this month. I remembered one of my online friends actually shouted at her during her presidential campaign; "Hillary, you're so hot!". Oh don't worry, it got the woman's attention alright, she raised a thumb at my friend in return.
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