Life's Core

Photo Challenge - Animal

2009-03-02T18:49:00.000-08:00

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An Italian Dessert... with Hollow Words

2009-03-02T11:43:00.001-08:00

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Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.

Fr. Jerome Cummings

Felines vs Females

2009-03-02T10:01:00.000-08:00

I've been always associating certain women with cats…

Neat, spoiled, graceful, elegant, delicate, aggressive sometimes, playful… Often a female’s movements, gait, glance, traits of character and even actions remind me of a cute, cunning feline who likes to toy, philander, tease - a fluffy quadruped who adores being pampered, massaged, worshiped...

I’ve noticed such a behavior when it comes to a woman's sexuality and her relationship with males.
Some ladies are obedient and so lovely... "Yawning" and "mewing", these pussycats make their man feel like a fearful, omnipotent lion. Others are more aggressive, jiggly and go gaga over bantering their mascule… Just like the classic scenario with the mouse.

Many times I think of this original combination: felines-females. And I find it very tantalizing.
For this reason I do sensually propose you to glance at the following images. Hope they will bring you at least a pound of delight if not something more explosive…

Enjoy wandering your eyes through this erotic gallery decorated with bombastic naked shapes and charming cats. Intended for you to visually appreciate this beauty and enjoy with great relish...

Photo Challenge - Solitude

2009-02-21T13:06:00.000-08:00

Sleeping in Solitude...

That's the Sleeping Indian - a mountain in Wyoming. It resembles an Indian chief attired in a feather headdress, stretched out on his back. Amazing sight!

For more photos on this topic, visit mountaingirl's blog.

A-Z Quiz

2009-02-21T01:18:00.000-08:00

First of all I would like to thank diver for tagging me. It's enjoyable. Grazie, amico!
So, my ABC quiz looks like that:

Attached or Single? Attached.

Best Friend? My sister, Alina.

Cake or Pie? Cake with ice-cream or chocolate, caramel, vanilla, nuts, raisins, cherries or dried plums... hmmm! No fruits, no cinnamon, no whipped cream!!!

Day of Choice? A serene day of spring.

Essential Item? 2 of them. A wooden icon (see the picture below) gifted by one of my best friend and a pair of cute gold earrings gifted by my grandmother at my 18th anniversary.

Favorite Color? Blue

Gummy Bears or Worms? Bears are ok.

Hometown? Chisinau.

Indulgence? Quite indulgent.

January or July? July, no doubts. Vacation, sea, thin dresses, watermelon, beautiful tanned body, vivid colors... great sights.

Kids? Not yet.

Life Isn’t Complete Without? Parents.

Marriage Date? A friend of mine who studies astrology told me that according to her predictions I will marry in 2011. Don’t know the exact date.

Number of Magazine Subscriptions? None.

Orange or Apple? A glass of orange juice in my left hand and a red apple in the right one.

Phobia(s)? Height

Quote?
"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow." Albert Einstein

Reasons to Smile? Oh yes - gazillions of them. I am lucky just like diver. Pets, they can disclose all my teeth in a jiffy.

Voila! And here I am smiling. The reason?! Have no idea. I am just happy and not greedy when it comes to smiles.

Season of Choice? Spring.

Tag Two ... Angel Bear and Marsho

Unknown Fact About Me? I suppose you don’t know that now I am in USA. A welcome wind of change.

Vegetable? Quizfarm.com reckons I'm a 75% tomato, carrot and celery... In a nutshell - a salad with vitamins. Actually, I dislike carrots from all my heart. Tomato. That’s my favorite vegetable.
PS. Great site recommendation, diver!

Worst Habit? Too much confidence in people and sometimes I feel influenced.

X-Ray or Ultrasound? The second one, probably.

Your Favorite Food(s)? Broccoli with pasta, potatoes with sour cream and dill, Caesar salad, salmon with lemon and butter

Zodiac Sign? Sagittarius (Fire)

Have a great week end, my friends!
Best regards.

Happy Valentine's Day!

2009-02-14T12:50:00.000-08:00

Paradise is always where love dwells.

Jean Paul F. Richter

Buddha’s 4 Noble Truths

2009-02-08T18:35:00.000-08:00

Life involves suffering and is inevitably sorrowful.

Suffering has its roots in desire and craving, which arise from ignorance.

The end of suffering comes with the cessation of desire.

Nirvana can be reached by the Noble Eightfold Path.

2009-01-31T13:01:00.000-08:00

Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it.

Confucius

Voulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi Ce Soir?

2009-01-28T10:37:00.000-08:00

They say people talk more about sex than engage in it. Especially now, with the access to the unlimited garden of the Internet chatting has grown just like yeast in warm, moist conditions.

Lots of people consider the virtual world as an erotic fantasy, in which you can evade just by one click. Passing through a beaten path of clicks and allusions many e-amateurs end up their dialogues with stripping themselves. You need minimum effort to find an e-partner with whom to trundle through the hollows of pleasure. One more snap on the click… and you leave him/her in the lurch and rush quickly in the bathroom without coming back and leaving at least an innocent feedback. Something like: “Thank you, I’ve climaxed. Very noisily and foamy…! You were amazing!”

And as the advantage of the Internet is the speed, men are using it successfully. The matrix in their heads is already activated, trained and up-dated. They need just three affirmative answers to the following questions: “Do you have big boobs?”, “Do you perform oral sex?”, “You like it, yes…!?” A warm palm, one pop here, one more there and in a few minutes he’s already on the crest of the Big O!

Women, unfortunately, often remain disappointed. Especially those who can not reach for the Realm of Little Death without groans and whispers in the ears: “Ah! I want you…I kiss you… Oh yes! Just like that, on your suave neck… upper… Your tits smell of barberries…Hhmmm…” The truth is that men have neither time nor patience and habits to locate the “hill” on the keyboard.

Those men who are endowed with enough patience are precisely “equipped” with a sense of humor, too. And when his physically exhausted left hand will demand for a moment of piece after a few artisanal orgasms his right hand will throw a joke like this: “Ha! Look! I’ve found a lock inside your belly button!” Damn it! Never, none of the women hadn’t accepted and will never appreciate such a joke. Even though it is virtual. Even if it is said by a stranger. She’ll stay angry in front of the screen at least one month after the impact.

In a nutshell, the Internet hasn’t become yet a territory with equal rights when it comes to orgasms. E-sex is a game in which women lose. Probably because they search for more than a simple game…

2009-01-22T18:20:00.000-08:00

Silence is the true friend that never betrays.

Confucius

A Sour Cream Has Redeemed Me Into Childhood!

2009-01-11T20:17:00.000-08:00

Today, I've opened up a Daisy BRAND Sour Cream and a very warm smile fondled my face. I've found a simple phrase which imbued my mind with a dulcifying thought for that moment... I miss my friends...

The most precious thing one can make is a friend.

I like the policy of this company. A dollop of gratitude mixed up with a few instants of panacea for the soul is always bienvenue! For everybody! And I like their sour cream... For real! It feels and tastes like the one of Marusyca - the cow that me and my plump pink-cheeked friend used to feed, spoil, promenade and even milk 20 years ago. And that fat, yellowish consistence was 100.000.000 multiplied by n % natural!!!! It was ... FABULOUS! Marusyca was the most precious treasure my neighbor’s grandmother had. That obedient, beautiful cow brought money, food, happiness, warmth, care and peace in that house... While this sour cream, its taste and the pack's design has redeemed me into my innocent, playful, colorful childhood!

And that's cooooll!

“Once You Love Me, You Have to Trust Me, Honey!”

2009-01-07T17:43:00.000-08:00

How many of us were lovingly disarmed by this dulcifying phrase?

When you trust a man, you absorb almost everything. Every delicate touch, sensual glance, pleasant word, gentle gesture and even the most puzzled lie. You are like a sponge.

He comes home with his SHE LOOKED GOOD LAST NIGHT T-shirt’s inscriptions on his chest… Ohhh, poor man! Shame on you! Of course, he has put that garment on in a hurry this morning. The man is stressed and tensioned. He works hard. He has no time to spoil his eyes in the mirror as you permanently do.

Does he work on Saturdays and Sundays? Gee! Say thank you, darling, that your man has a job and pray that the global crisis and unemployment does not affect you, ok?

Didn’t he answer your calls today? Hmm, I wonder how you didn’t notice that. You don't care him at all! His cell phone discharged and turned off but right after the lunch he had an unplanned meeting… That’s called business, lady!

Did he promise he’ll come home this Saturday a little bit earlier than usual? Yes, you’ve planned to go to the theater at 17.00 o' clock. But woow!!! A magic moment happened! A fantastic wonder and coincidence! While driving home and thinking of "Romeo and Juliette" your be-be has noticed his old buddy Jackson walking sadly on the street… Do you remember that bald fellow from the faculty nicknamed RAMBO? You got it?! And they were so happy they met each other. They purred and span memories for a good piece of night in the club.

Why didn’t he give you a call to let you know whether he’s great? Oh, don’t be nervous and don’t cry like a goose in the station! You have to pardon him! He didn’t want to look like a bull under his spouse’ stiletto heel before Jackson… He didn’t want to look like the one who reports each further action to his wife. That’s not serious, don’t you think?

Hasn’t he pampered your erogenous zones for several months or so? Damn it! You think of absurdities and stupid things, woman! You see what happens if you don’t have anything to do?! A honest, decent wife is peacefully awaiting until the crisis vaporizes and then, after the recovery, she dares dream of instants of ecstasy.

And thus the wife is waiting.

Waiting and waiting until she realizes something. The past, with all those weird, freak, strange peculiarities suddenly makes sense. When she puts those tones closer to each other, like a puzzle, she finally understands that the crisis, that pitilessly tortures her man wears silicone boobs, has blonde cascading hair and a feminine name.

And see what happens now. A spectacular show of paradoxes. When the jealousy and the sense of ownership wake up in a woman, the relationship steps into a comic phase. It starts the reconquering of the man phase with the entire packet included. She quickly runs at the stylist and a few beauty saloons and then she halts for a moment at the church. She lights on a candle and cries with pain cursing his paramour (the f.. whore… How could she dare finger her husband?!!!!). Then she decides to go to the nearest fitness club and practice sport (for being more plastic and elastic when it comes to those new positions from Kama Sutra)… Then she changes her wardrobe and style of clothing, buys candles, romantic CDs and wears the sexiest lingerie she has ever had!

The fear that another woman could put the paw on her precious exemplar with testicles makes her go through the roof. And that makes her reason very, very smoky, ridiculous. She is 100 % sure that the culprit in here is the f… g whore, that young blonde, stinking prostitute… She carries out all the sins. That’s as clear as eggs is eggs.

But why do many women forgive men without the latter ones to apologize?

Perhaps for never implicating their spouses in awful situations. Even our grand-grand mothers knew and taught us that forgiveness for a man means humiliation. Poor them! They have to be PRO-TECTED. Just like Pandas or white tigers. While the mistresses must be LI-QUI-DA-TED!!! By all means!

PS. If speaking about cheating, I like this picture :)

Listen to Your Soul!

2009-01-01T13:04:00.000-08:00

On the first day of the 2009-th 365 days I wish all of us to have a wonderful year.

I mean filled with

MIRACLES.

Some will come true just by letting them occur. Others need more effort, assertiveness and a special approach…

I think if we would listen more attentively to our souls we will find out the right path for every wish to follow…

For those who need a moment of piece and meditation, here are some words of Neale Donald Walsch which are beautifully “imbued” with images and music…

http://www.consciousone.com/friends/index.cfm?PID=148

"Some will be able to hear.
Some will be able only to listen.
Some will hear nothing."

2008-12-28T11:33:00.000-08:00

Photo Challenge - White

2008-12-24T02:06:00.000-08:00

See other white tones in here.

Christmas’ Shoes...

2008-12-22T00:51:00.000-08:00

Relationships are just like journeys. Some are short. Others are long-lasting. Some are fruitful, rich. Others are painful and “effervescent”. Some have a destination. Others are tightly wrapped. Trustful ones. Kinky ones. Plain or empty ones. They all exist. Moreover, there are many “love affairs” that finish right on the eve of happy holidays. Still, I am not capable to explain this phenomenon. But I've noticed that. Santa Claus, the old man with rosy cheeks, bombastic belly and swollen nose brings a pair of shoes for everyone. You may receive a pair of shining, glazed, charming boots. Or you may be gifted with a pair of discolored shoes with no heel pieces, no sole, no decorations, no spark. The heaviest and the XXXL-st you have ever seen!

- What now? Who's the culprit? Why me?

Yes, I know. Separation is like a little death. It is very painful, burning, awful when you see your heart breaking and can't heal it. You feel weak. Exhausted. The tumultuous avalanche of feelings, agony and torment of love strangulate every millimeter of your body and mind. In fact, you can trundle and trample your suffering, emotions and sentiments... but not your Dignity. Never!

- “Damn it! What dignity? I love him!” will shriek a lot of you.
- You do! He - doesn't! Any more questions?

Dignity is like a skeleton. A bundle of bones that must be kept always vertically. By all means. That's the ingredient you need the most for bringing into being a durable and beautiful love-story. And if you leave it to break down, bid farewell to your happiness. Terrible, isn't it? Oh yes! Especially when you wake up too late surrounded by 12 yawning cats, 13 fluffy dogs and dozens of talkative parrots that imitate in unison the ring of an old-fashioned telephone.
Now, from that moment when you hear “We must separate! I don't love you anymore”, “I have another woman”, this is it. You proudly raise your mandible from the table without spelling a word. Then you delicately take your handbag, look in the mirror, you sensually “paint” your lips with that red glittered lipstick. You strive to boldly claim “Thank you!” like a real lady and gently close the door. Be a real heroine! A real Jeanne d’Arc! Don’t let him notice a tear in your eyes! Pass by a few bus stations and then start crying. Cry in all tonalities and volumes available. Let your coat generously tremble on you! Don’t be ashamed of those 200 pairs of eyes that goggle at you! Cry, baby! Cry me a river! Otherwise you may face a “delectable” infarct!
Another option is to call all your friends. Just to lament. Cry. Laugh. You dispose of an hour to make your fellows be well up in your emotional catastrophe and then let them entertain you. Let the celebration start! You will fall asleep with a happy mood and the idea of Armageddon will not torture you… until morning at least…

Disappear from his life! Forever- ever!

No more emails, calls, letters imbued with ocular secretions, no more research, investigation and you'd better leave the opera glasses of your grandmother in that cupboard. Be absent, passive...He will be really intrigued. The fact that you are not available anymore for him shows that you are not interested in wasting your time on someone who doesn’t want to talk to you. That's what I call dignity. And the dignity is respected.

Make yourself comfortable and look after your own life!

Leave the pages of your relationship at Past Perfect! Don't conjugate them at conditional mood. “If I were wiser... he would be…”, “If he were less... I would...” Listen! - No, nope, no more!

Live your present and think, build future plans. There are so many things you hadn’t done just because he wasn’t willing, he didn’t like or you were afraid to not offend him with your new style, intimate haircut, friends or even voice.

But in the most awful moments... during those dull moments of internal and infernal war... (but they will be) think that you don’t deserve a man who makes you feel like that… unhappy, in love, with a swollen face and a red nose full of salted tears… I don’t think you have to try this taste! No more!

An Ordinary Day of a Man...

2008-12-11T06:25:00.000-08:00

To Make the Portrait of a Bird...

2008-12-10T07:35:00.000-08:00

First paint a cage
with an open door.
Then paint
something pretty,
something simple,
something beautiful,
something useful
for the bird.
Now place the canvas against a tree
in a garden,
in a wood
or in a forest.
Hide behind the tree
without a word, without a move.
Sometimes the bird comes quickly
but it could also take long years
before she makes up her mind.
One must not get discouraged.
One must await.
If need be await years
the speed or the slowness of the arrival of bird
being utterly unrelated
to the success of the painting.
When the bird comes,
if she comes
observe the most profound silence,
wait for the bird to enter the cage
and when it is in
with the brush gently close the door
then
erase every single bar, one by one
being careful not to touch any of the bird's feathers.
Then make the portrait of the tree
choosing the most beautiful of its branches
for the bird.
Paint also the green foliage and the crispness of the wind,
the dust of the sun
and the noise of the grass animals in the summer heat
and then wait until the bird decides to sing.
If the bird does not sing
it is a bad sign.
Asign that the painting is bad.
But if it sings, it is a good sign.
A sign that you can sign.
Then you tear off very gently
one of the feathers of the bird
and you write your name in one of the corners of the painting.

Jaques Prevert

PS. I have no idea about your feelings at this moment - while reading these rows...
When it comes to me... These verses put a spell on me... So warm, sensible, colorful, peaceful... That's my mood today!

2008-12-09T08:43:00.000-08:00

"Success is a journey, not a destination."

Arthur Robert Ashe, Jr.

One More Candle on the Cake!

2008-12-08T23:20:00.000-08:00

I am a big, big girl

In a big, big world...

One more year jostles the days I've lived on the Earth and comfortably lodge there,in my collection called LIFE...
It's the very time to focus on other facial creams...
One more candle on the cake...

Wishes... bouquets of roses... smiles... moments of happiness... delicious dishes... extra attention... gifts... pictures...

"Today I can be the bad girl. It's my birthday!"

"Oh, yes! Let her do that! It's her birthday!"
"Of course! We perfectly understand that! It's your birthday!"

Today I am the princess! I am the Goddess, ladies and gentlemen!
And I like this posture very much!

That happens every year, on 8th of December! The 342nd day of the year!
I love this date. I like this number. I love my parents and I am just happy for being me - a 89% Saggitarius!

Kim Basinger, Horace, Diego Rivera, Mikey Robins, Teri Lynn Hatcher, Sinead O'Connor... me... so insignificant for others, so precious for others. So little but with soooo many... dreams... And so happy!

Let your wishes come true, XOXO!

Happy Birthday!

2008-12-02T02:35:00.000-08:00

Awards, Happiness and One More Time Happiness!

2008-12-02T01:21:00.001-08:00

Thank you, Diver and your relaxing Deep Realm for my "Blogging Friends Forever" nomination.

Thank you, A'Jay and your dainty Realm for my "Superior Scribbler Award".

It was a very pleasant surprise for me to be appreciated by you, comrades-in-blogging - interesting, original, wise individuals "equipped" with vividness, hilarity and peace in soul.

Thank you!

Actually, I don't have too many friends whom I could reward...
From what I have...
NB. I am a very fair and objective teacher or member of jury ;)
So, to my mind, the BFF Award goes to diver, A'Jay, angel, Marshmallow26 and Mix Mode. These people were my first visitors (first 4) and they are the most precious to me. "Friends are like wine; they get better with age." So, I prefer old wines.
Mix is failry new to my blog and I also enjoy his writings.

Now you who has received the nomination, make sure you pass it on to:

• five nominees (whose acceptance is optional);
• four of whom should be dedicated followers of your blog;
• one of whom has to be someone fairly new to your blog and live in another part of the world;
• all of whom must link back to whoever gave them the award.

The Superior Scribbler Award goes undoubtedly to diver, A'Jay and mountain girl... As sure as eggs is eggs! I really like the way they write.

This is it, ladies and gentlemen! The ribbon was cut, the nominations have been already distributed! Now, let's continue blogging bringing into being more creative moments and finery!

Good luck!

Guess the Name...

2008-12-01T08:02:00.001-08:00

It's famous for:

Transylvania with its Bran Castle, Dracula, vampires...

Nicolae Ceausescu with his Palace of the Parliament (the largest building in Europe and the world's second largest administrative building behind the Pentagon; 10% larger by volume than the Great Pyramid of Giza)...

Nadia Elena Comăneci (November 12, 1961) - famous gymnast, winner of 5

Olympic gold medals...

Gheorghe Hagi – “The Maradona of the Carpathians”, a hero in his homeland as well as in Turkey...

Gypsies who use to beg, steal and deceive ...

O-zone, ladies and gentlemen! In fact, a Moldavian pop music trio (but this country claims it 's theirs) that gained notoriety for their song "Dragostea Din Tei". One of its ex-members is Dan Balan (Crazy Loop).
NB. Rihanna sampled the song in her new hit "Live Your Life".

“The bearer of death on the highway” - Dacia – the best affair (cheap and easy to maintain)...

Monasteries...

Beautiful women...

Any ideas?!

How about their traditional costumes?

Is getting hotter and hotter in here...
What about this flag?

And now?

One more suggestion. Today, the 1^st of December is its 90th National Birthday! Ergo, all you who have friends in this country, don't forget to congratulate them!

La multi ani, Romania!

2008-11-29T02:23:00.001-08:00

Tombe la Neige!

2008-11-26T02:14:00.000-08:00

Today, ladies and gentlemen!

That happened today! When the first pieces of winter "embellished" the air in my region. That was so wonderful! Soooo... Fa-buuu-lous!!! Like in a fairy tale.

- Snowflakes! Look outside! It's snowing, a co-worker shouted.
- Geeeee! Snowflakes!!!

And the glad news was heralded to all those who hadn't noticed yet the beautiful party behind the window. We were so happy. Like children. I was wearing a smile from here to... let it be Australia! And that's great when you feel joyful because of some playful, minuscule buddies whirling in the air...

Yeah!
The fall has almost faded away... No more pieces of autumn, no more leaves, no more birds, no bees or vivid colors... No more smiles on people's faces. Grey and black garments, pinkish cheeks and noses... long nights and "castrated" facial expressions...

But soon... very soon...
Just a few twenty-four-hours and Its Majesty Winter knocks at the door...and then...
Again - FIESTA!!!

Come-Hither Masks!

2008-11-24T23:38:00.000-08:00

"No need to be afraid of the dentist - with Colgate Smiles kids' toothbrushes." - that's the message these dandy surgical masks must get across in a striking way. For lightening up the visit to the dentist for the children and you, too.

Do you really think you or your kid will go to the dentist from now on?

Martians' Whims

2008-11-22T03:41:00.001-08:00

I've spent my yesterday not alone. Accompanied by 5 of my friends. 5 interesting ladies. Cute, intelligent, wise, all different and joyful. When we make such gatherings we do have a lot to discuss. Starting with our jobs, hobbies, relatives, common friends and ending with our future plans and men, each of us has the chance to express herself. We comment, criticize, advice, recommend, laugh, support and go crazy. It's a kind of bee or evening sitting of village women... With champagne, cognac or Baileys... Some exotic fruits and chocolate... Voila! - the atmosphere for relaxation and enjoyment is guaranteed...

Yesterday was a special brainstorming. Totally dedicated to men. To our boyfriends and their cranks. In fact, all our encounters end up with stories about our beloved owners of testicles.

Men's weird habits

Generally, Martians are very ingenious. They have pounds of fun in them and they do things that we, ladies can't comprehend but accept. As namely these whim-whams make our life spicier and entertaining.

For instance, Irene's boyfriend likes to periodically gift her with sensual dances:
"- But, amies! Clowns go to rest! He makes it so... seriously! He has a big, bombastic belly that truly makes me laugh. He looks like one of those mysterious chiefs who allures his tribe through this fascinating dance and seductive bass drum... He really thinks his striptease turns me on! Well, it's not really so. A few feathers around the waist, a sparkling lance in his hand and he's perfect for being departed in the savage world. His tantalizing motions will make native women be on cloud nine... And moreover, continues she, he adores to look at the microwave glass door carefully. He eagerly stares at that tasteful piece of meat that temptingly rotates in the oven. He takes a chair, sits down and without diverting attention from the microwave's display gazes after it. He looks like watching a very interesting, frantic, absorbing movie! That's extremely amusing...”

Dana's ex-boyfriend used to twitch his eyebrows when was dissatisfied and angry. After such a quarrel, Dana looked at him more attentively... My lovely mom! Mona Lisa in propria persona! Just a pair of straws... Afterwards, he was taking Danutsa's brown mascara to restore his arrow-shaped ornaments.

Attention! The best from the West! Angelique's boyfriend is the most ingenious and waggish. If he goes to bed nude he will make sure his "treasure" is rolled in a handkerchief. “Perhaps he is afraid I will accidentally tear it in the midnight! I asked him why does he wear this fabric on his rod and he told me he can't sleep in the costume of Adam. Aside from this habit, he loves to dry up his “adorable” testicles. He uses to sit on a chair, move his legs apart hanging all this stuff... and pulling them... To dry them out. Sort of like. Meanwhile I am eating, for example. Very appetizing...”
Angelique's man is unicum!

Mine, ladies and gentlemen is a good boy. He is obedient. Wise. Kind and tender. Optimistic. But lazy... Damn it! I hate this trait! He likes to sleeeeeeep a lot. You'd better stay away from him if he hadn't savored a piece of chicken or pork yet. One more drawback - he's very greedy when it comes to compliments.

In contempt of all his negative traits my man has a very beautiful belly-button. Every time I want to play with it I find there a surprise for me. Fuzz, fluff, a piece of thread... This opening is a kind of storage case. Strategically designed to surprise!

My boyfriend has a special approach to my breasts. Of course, he would like to titillate Pam's boobs or at least one size bigger than mine. But, appreciate what God has gifted you with! 2 jewelries - Mariah Carey (the right one) and Celine Dion (the left one which is smaller than Mariah). No doubts! His favorite is Mariah! I don't remember why he has christened them like that. They don't sing.

Furthermore, when he's playing computer games he broils, feels deeply and suffers so much that it hurts me. Still I can't abstain from wondering of his reactions. He makes such a doleful face and shrieks like a wounded buffalo! One evening I was speaking with my Mom on the phone and Mamma Mia! Such a 600-floored obscenity! I was electrified! My mom was shocked! “- It's ok, Mom. He was shot in Counter-Strike. Don't worry. He'll be good.”

If we will spend more time on searching for other “flashes” of our men, we would find more and more. Cause all they are unique walking maggots. Freakies who make our quotidian life more hilarious. Enjoyable. Funny.

Shortly, we love you, guys! Like that!

PS. What weird habbits do you or your lover have?

Does this Image Bring Together the Past and Present?

2008-11-18T08:52:00.000-08:00

What do you see in here?

2008-11-17T02:06:00.000-08:00

If you don't ask, the answer will always be “NO”

What is Life?

2008-11-15T03:16:00.000-08:00

It happened one sunny day in the afternoon. The park was enjoying the silence that has generously dominated every inch of it.

On the branches of the trees birds were peacefully sitting in the shadow. Most of them were sleeping. Others were meditating...

Suddenly a dandy baby sparrow shook its head and posed a philosophical question: “What is life?”

The park woke up in a jiffy. All those around were surprised at how difficult the question was for a baby. However, they decided to explain the definition of this word. It was a kind of brainstorming...

An elegant rose just came out. Opening its innocent, perfect petals it said: “Life is an opening!”

A vivid butterfly that just sat on the flower's blood-red petals claimed: “Life is freedom!”

A handsome dandelion smiled at the sun. Its suave body and beautiful capillary adornment were dancing lazily in the playful wind. Greeting friendly the wind the thin flower trembled and groaned: “Life is evanescence.... bingo!.... just evanescence!”

Down there, on the ground an ant was heavily carrying a straw of wheat. The burden was ten times bigger than the insect itself. It stopped for a while then drew a sigh of relief: “Life is nothing else than hard work and effort.”

Up there, high in the sky an eagle was majestically wandering around and shrieked: “Life is height and freedom! I partially agree with the butterfly.”

Then a soothing rain has come and whispered: “Life is tears. Only tears!”

The definitions were so different. The debate was in full swing. The grass, bees, clouds, trees and even a tired lost dog – all they have tried to find the right definition for the word “life”. The baby sparrow, confused and exhausted, was already dreaming the 3^rd dream while the creatures around were still thinking of life.

The night has come. A bright star beneath the moon uttered while snoring: “Life is brightness!”

A man was walking on the empty street with tomorrow in his mind. “Life is a continuous search for happiness... And a crowd of disappointments...”, whispered the man.

The night went away. The dawn has comfortably “parked” itself and said: “I am the beginning of the day that comes while life is the beginning of the eternity…”

Still people ask themselves what life is. To my mind life, death and love... can't be defined. One thing is clear: Life is a gift from God that should be appreciated, loved and lived.

Now I am asking myself, what will be your answer if I would ask you “For you, what does life represent?”

4 Candles

2008-11-10T07:59:00.000-08:00

4 candles were burning in an empty room... It was a pleasant atmosphere... Warm... Silence... So soft that you could hear them talking:

- I am Peace. But today people are so angry, envious, violent... They've forgotten about my existence..., complained the 1^st candle.
Gradually the flame diminished and ... went out.

- My name is Faith. People claim they live peacefully without me. I think there is no reason for me to burn. While saying that the 2^nd candle went out, too.

- I am Love. I am so unhappy. People can't love anymore. They put me aside. They can't even love them-selves... - these were the last words spelled by Love (the 3^rd candle). It went out.

At that moment a little girl came in. She saw those 3 unlit candles and said:

- Oh! Why aren't you burning? You have to burn! Disappointed the kid began to cry...

But the 4^th candle spoke:

- No, no, no! Don't cry, little kid! Don't be afraid! As long as I burn you can relight the other candles. I am Hope!

Thus, happy and serene the child took the sparkling Hope in her hand and lighted Peace, Faith and Love!

Let the flame of Hope always burn in your soul... for you to live a life enriched with these 4 precious values!

2008-11-07T06:47:00.001-08:00

“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see LIFE with a clearer view again.”

Alex Tan

Let's “Christen” your Baby Blog!

2008-11-06T07:40:00.000-08:00

You face difficulties when it comes to “christening” your blog? Hakuna Matata! XOXO throws the lifebuoy! “Swim” in here and “swallow” some ideas at full speed... Smutty ones.

I guess you know the importance of the blog's title. A “colorful” title is like the appealing flavor of the scrummy cheese cake of my grandma... The more delicious the smell, the more cute you look when you drool and the more uplifting curiosity... desire to taste a piece...
Then you create super-duper combinations and associations that comfortably “park” into your mind... And remain there forever.

So, ladies and gentlemen! Just 3 drops of humor flavored with some ounces of imagination... Blend and mix the potion then put it in a special form... Abracadabra! And your blog is on top...”The funniest titles you have ever seen!”

Now let's start the christening ceremony! I've just virtually cut the red ribbon and sumptuously declare the process opened! Here below you see a collection of some virgin and free hilarious titles you are invited to generously inspire from:

ZooLand (for those who associate themselves with an animal or love animals)

Medusa with Earrings (jewelry)
Chicken with the Third Leg (diseases)
Amoeba with the Highly Developed Right Hemisphere (geniuses, IQ games)
Lord of the Dogs (about dogs)
The Chronicles of a Creeper (philosophy or chronicles of a lazy person)
The Flying Snake (blah-blah-blah, something original)
The Glittered Sheep (glamorous girls, fashion, en vogue things)
The Glow-in-the Dark Cat (mystery and notes of sensuality)
Septapus with Manicured Nails (beauty)
The Long-Eared Kangaroo (beauty)
The Giraffe Wearing Stiletto Heels (sensuality)
The Girly Shark (sensuality)
The Zebra with Dimples and Beauty Spot (beauty, flirty)
The Cow Watches News (news, cognitive)
Bulls Drink Red Bull (entertainment)

Phenomenas

The funny PMS (women's eccentric thoughts)
Aquatic Thoughts (for divers )
The Liver of the Book (about books)
Dead Love (for pessimists)
The Virtual Polyglot (cognitive, linguistic)
The Optimistic Phantom
The Pessimistic Phantom
666 Black Nuances (evil thoughts, blog of a criminal)
-isms Rule (about communism, socialism, priapism or many other -isms)
The Killer with Rose Cheeks

Diverse Objects

The Joyful Land Tank (about weapons, warriors and realistic people)
The Syrup of Tears in the Nose (for pessimists, about soap operas and dramas)
Second Hand Harley (second hand stuff)
The Elegant Teaspoon (vessels)
The Heterosexual Armchair (furniture for all)

"Subtle" Eroticism

Camouflaged Panties
Diapers for Fetishists
Porno-Bunny
Pro-Slut
Anti-Slut
One Toy for All, and All Toys for One
No More Panties

Feminine

Eva with no Hair (about hair and capillary stuff)
Ok.Ob (about tampons)
Venusians vs Martians (independent women)
The Lady with Testicles (strong women)

Did you like at least one?! Did you find the perfect title for your budding blog? Choose a category and invent your own titles... Just for fun...

PS. Dedicated to those who like to smile...

The Story of the Vivid Butterfly...

2008-11-05T07:05:00.000-08:00

or Happiness Depends on Us ...

Once upon a time there was a widower who had 2 daughters. Both ladies were very intelligent and inquisitive. They used to pose lots of questions to their father... The man always tried to come with reliable answers, explanations, facts and examples... However, there were so many things he didn't know...

Being a responsible and lovely father the man decided to offer his daughters the best education values.

Thus, one fine day, he sent his curious girls to one of his friends who was a very wise person. A kind of Osho - one who was capable to give an answer to every question and to the most complicated puzzles. He was a walking encyclopedia.

One sunny day when both ladies were wandering around the blossomed orchard one of the girls caught a beautiful butterfly. She decided to use it for fooling the wise man.

- What are you going to do with it? - asked her sister.

- I will hide the butterfly in my hands. Then I will ask the man whether the insect is alive or dead. If he says that it's dead, I'll open my hands and Voila!- the playful butterfly. I'll let it fly away.
If he says it's alive I will simply squeeze and squash the insect. Haa! This time we will deceive him! Got you!

So said, so done. Ladies came closer to the mild man who was meditating at that moment.

- Here I have a vivid butterfly. Tell me, wise man, is it dead or alive?

Peaceful and serene the wise man smiled at his little "interviewer" and said:

- It depends on you... It's in your hands...

This story deals with our present and future, too. We are the only one who are in charge of our decisions and further steps. Our life is in our hands. Like the vivid butterfly. What are you going to do with it?! - that depends only on you!

La Fin.

Life's Tree!

2008-11-04T03:46:00.000-08:00

Make a family album.
.....Bring a smile to everyone. Hug.
Go out for a walk. Help a poor man.....
.....Talk to God. Let your inner child play.
Count the stars. Imitate someone you adore. .....
.... Finish a project. Think. Apply to be a volunteer.
Sing.... Be happy. Make someone feel comfortable.....
Pamper yourself in a bubbly bath. Do someone a favor.
.....Listen to the birds' chirp. Continue a family tradition.
Keep your promises. Smile. Ask for help. Be gentle. Run...
Dream with open eyes. Switch off the TV and talk. Say «Yes!»....
....Laugh. Listen to a friend. Toy with your favorite toy. Promise.
Jump over the skipping rope. Help. Change your hair-do.
.... «Envy» - forget this word. Admire. Love your parents.....
Dance. Help your neighbor. Fondle a child who suffers.
....Forbid yourself to say «I can't» during a day. Seize the day!
Display your happiness. Make a gift. Accept a compliment.....
Let a puppy from the street enter your house and soul.
Feed it! Talk to it! Protect and save it! Be curious. Cry.....
....Look through old pictures. Imagine the sea's waves.
Make a mistake. Forgive. Thank God for sun.....
.....Call your friends. Tell someone «I miss you!»
Start a new day. Don't be angry today!....
..Never forget you are not alone.
Wipe your tears away...
Glorify a good deed.
Write a poetry.
Plant a tree.
Cook a cake.
Savor it.
Play games.
Read a fairy tale.
Go on the swings.
Thank those who accept you.

Plant a Life Tree in your heart and in someone's soul!

Happiness Depends on Us!

2008-11-03T08:20:00.000-08:00

While putting the finishing touches to the sculpture of Adam, God still had a piece of clay in his hand.

- What else could I add to your "kit"? asked The Almighty.
- Mould Happiness for me, God! demanded the man.

Thinking a while, God didn't ask anything. He just put that piece of clay in the man's palm.

Or briefly saying:

God will eagerly help you to move a mountain, but don't forget to take a shovel with you.

What do you think about this idea?

Do you believe in FATE?

(to be continued...)

Coffee Relaxes... But not Now and Here!

2008-11-03T01:20:00.000-08:00

Coffee... Hmmm, dellllllicious! I go gaga over its inviting smell...

Coffee in the morning... Kisses in the night...

This year my sister went on a vacation in Kenya, Africa.

When she came back she brought souvenirs and cute knickknacks for our family... I was gifted with:

a superbly crafted wooden statue of a Maasai man;
a safari-styled bandanna. Frankly being, the design met my taste... It reminded me of tigers, hot sand, savage... I’ve tried to put it on… But nope! It didn’t work! My first thought: “Wow! That’s so original! Should be a special way to be worn!” In fact the African capillary adornment turned out to be XXS for me (it was sewed for the little head of a 6-year girl)...
banana tee;
Ohhh! I can't refrain from mentioning at least some words about a pair of local handmade peep-toe sandals. And here again! Fiasco! One sandal was lighter than the other... Thus my sister separated 2 sandals in love forever, ever... One is in Europe and the other in Africa... 2 broken hearts! What a pity!
vanilla coffee...

African gifts impressed me a lot! Especially the headband and the twosome of sandals perfect for those who suffer from color blindness. The best mark was given to the local Kenyan coffee... It was fantastic! Vanilla... Sweet, warm, soft ...
...

That was an intro to the following “clever” test... dedicated to all you and especially to one of my anonymous visitor…

So, here you see many, many coffee beans. Some are darker... Others are lighter... Some are smooth... Others depict irregular shapes...

Now POZOR!!! There is a curious head of a man among these dandy beans... What is it doing here? – No idea!

Your task?! - Find it...

If you’ll find it in 3 seconds, tam-tadam-dam! The right hemisphere of your brain is very, very developed.

Your right brain is developed normally if you'll find that bold head in a minute.

Hmmm... poor, we, who need 1-3 minutes to locate that hidden “spot”! Our (including mine) right hemisphere reacts slowly... Scientists recommend us to eat more proteins. (I'll cry three days because of this finding, for sure! Not so long ago I was a genius!!!)

The good news is that there are brains that need more than 3 minutes to find the man's head or can’t find it at all... Ohhhh! A catastrophe! If your brain belongs to this category, you act like a three-toed sloth, a creeper, maximum like a turtle... Here proteins are inevitable... Or maybe you should buy a higher quality pair of glasses?! Clean them better!

What now? Any changes? Any heads? Don’t say you see 2 of them!

...

PS. I am drinking coffee... Just to relax...

Hai Romale! Display the Virginity's Flag!

2008-10-31T02:46:00.000-07:00

Bring the Sheet!

Virginity...

What a shukar* word... and world!
Especially for guys!

A little bird told me that almost every man dreams of having sex with a virgin. To conquer not merely the virgin's innocent heart, but also her “tightly closed door” means to be a real warrior... One who is very, very courageous when it comes to sex. So, appreciate, ladies, those men who had sex with virgins! Not all are so lucky!
They are a few ... You can count them by using your 20 fingers... And the bad news is that soon will disappear at all... They will have to be registered in the “Red Book” ... As well as virgins...

Nowadays virginity is something special, an extraordinary phenomena which is a very rare treasure among young people... But not in Gypsies' families...

Gypsies approach this matter with gravity... According to their traditions, a girl MUST be a virgin until the wedding night. She has to bid farewell to the “magic sheath” amid the wedding party.

Whereas your guests savor the taste of popping black Caviars and drink expensive vodka, the bride and her future husband leave and guess, what do they do?

Oh yes!!! “Dinga-dinga!” They make love.

Needless to mention: on a white blanket or piece of fabric. What for? Shame on you! Of course! To display that piece of sheet adorned with an enticing spot of blood to all wedding guests.

Hip-hip hurrah! The bride was a virgin! Hai, Romale! The bride was a virgin! Here is the proof! Respect and dowry to the bridal couple!

The fiesta continues... while the joyful match maker dances with that piece of sheet all night long!

One more thing to mention. If the budding husband is not capable to do “that”... Well, there are many reasons why he couldn't (exhaustion because of too much dancing or vodka, emotions... her first sexual experience, after all)... Eccola!- the match maker interferes... Usually the match maker is an old woman who wears a few bright petticoats, tones of gold on fingers (don't know about the toes) and some rows of red colored necklaces around the neck...

Match Maker Rescues Rangers!

So, if the man can't assume the responsibility to “love” his woman, the match maker performs it instead of his “flaccid” tool. How does she do that? No idea... Maybe with her finger or with a super-duper elaborate vibrator... Well, I don't really know the concrete techniques but THE SPOT HAS TO BE ON THE FABRIC!!! By all means...

Now I am thinking... As I know, many girls don't bleed when they lose virginity. What's happening then? Will the guests believe the match maker and poor innocent wife?

It remains for me to add that I would never like to have sex with a wrinkled finger of an old woman! (that's in case I marry a Gypsy or restore my virginity!)

shukar*- The word comes from Gypsy language and it generally means cool, beautiful, nice, etc.

Ouch! Mom's Daughters, But so Different...

2008-10-29T09:11:00.000-07:00

Czech vs Russia

I like to travel. No wonder I am a wicked Sagittarius!
I like to take pictures.
I love my country. But my curiosity is piqued when it comes to other “distant territories”. Far away, I feel free, relaxed and happy... Truly free! No responsibilities! No work! No monotony!
Only new sensations! Over there I have fun, I meet new people and “collect” new moments for my life's album.

Recently I was in Prague, Czech Republic. It was the YMCA Europe Festival held between 3^rd - 9^th August, 2008.

The weather was excellent! Young men were joyful and my mood was extraordinary!

So, here we are in Prague! Where everything is POZOR! Wherever you go and turn around, at every corner – POZOR!

What does it mean?

As I fluently speak Russian it was amusing for me to find out that the Czech word “POZOR” reminded me of the Russian word “ПОЗОР” which means “DISGRACE”.

Well, I have found its meaning in no time! It's all about “ATTENTION”or “CAUTION”
So what do we have? - “ATTENTION!” and “DISGRACE”. 2 different meanings! The same spelling! The same root!

“Ty vonaš!”= “You smell nice!” Say it to a Czech lady and she'll present you with a sexy smile you'll never forget.
Say it to a Russian girl and get ready to get a sexy kick! She will understand it as: “Tы воняешь!” which means “You stink!”

That was a note of “umor” (Russian) = humor and “umor” (Czech) = repayment (as mortgage repayment)... The first variant is better in this case...

Great tricks! :))

And what's funny is that both languages have the same Mom, called Slavic. One daughter is christened West Slavic (Czech) and the another one - East Slavic (Russian).

The same Mom! Two sisters! But so different!

2008-10-27T02:57:00.000-07:00

"To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the whole world."

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Test: Left vs Right!

2008-10-23T05:49:00.000-07:00

OK! Just something relaxing and funny!

Perhaps you know that our brain has two hemispheres. The left hemisphere controls the right side of the body. The right hemisphere - the left side.

The left hemisphere is the “residence” of communication, numbers, words, ability to analyze and logically think. Left hemisphere deals with mathematics, science, calculation and rationality.
Traditional left hemisphere dominant proffessions: engineer, economist, mathematician, administrator, lawyer, chemist, etc.

The right hemisphere is responsible for one's voice intonation, music, imagination, rhythm, perception of colors.
If the left hemisphere is tightly related to logic, the right hemisphere is about intuition, illogic, Platonism, spirituality, poetry, romance, religion, myth.
Traditional right hemisphere dominant proffessions: actor, musician, drawer, dancer, singer, poet, psychologist, manager, artist, philosopher, etc.

Now... In order to test which side of you brain is dominant stare for 30 seconds at this nicely-shaped woman spinning around... Focus on her movements:

According to The Daily Telegraph, if the dancer turns clockwise that means that the right side of your brain is dominant and vice versa. Play fair! And don't spin around in your chair! Don't tilt your head back for the image to appear in other foreshortening.

The researchers of the Yale University dedicated 5 years to analyzing the human brain and its functions. It was concluded that both directions can be seen. Most people see the dancing lady turning anti-clockwise. However, 14 % of the surveyed subjects changed the direction of the spinning body. Those who can do it are said to “own” an IQ over 160.
So, if you try your best to concentrate on this rotating body you may succeed in changing the directions of the spinning woman.

The final verdict?!! I AM A GENIUS!!!! No more comments!

Men don't need Mute Swans under Sheets!

2008-10-21T23:24:00.000-07:00

Well, if there is something in this world that would embarrass me very, very much is the way I look during ... my "little death"!

One thing is clear! I am absolutely sure that it isn't so expressive and overwhelming as that of Jennifer Aniston in “Bruce Almighty” or Meg Ryan in “When Harry met Sally”.

Mine is something like this:
The back curves like a playful cord of a guitar... A position that makes me look like one of Tchaikovsky's swans ready for a 5-seconds migration to an euphoric realm.
Warm, ripe, soft, rosy-cheeked... With a mime that radiates satisfaction, fulfillment...
2 dizzy eyes that are largely opened up but, actually, don't see anything... I would say orgasms make me blind. And a roaring voice that wakes up a whole district... It surpasses even the morning cackling of the neighbor's hens.
The sex was so good that even the neighbors had a cigarette. Perfectly related to me.

The funniest thing is that men are so confident, ladies, when we are so artistic and naughty during the intercourse. P'raps, mute swans are more appreciated than whistling ones when it comes to quotidian problems, housework and daily events. But, it's not a secret that all men want to satisfy a prima donna in their bedroom. And although men are said to love with their hungry eyes even the most “stifling” groan emitted by a woman during intercourse is welcomed with tumultuous applauses.

So, no more pantomime, womankind! Take some opera classes, listen to Maria Callas' etudes and drink raw eggs in the morning. For a more appealing voice!

Who are Chattier, Men or Women?

2008-10-16T05:51:00.000-07:00

Last week I presented my parents with 2 dandy parrots. Today they are christened Sophie and either Rome, Casper, Scooby, Snoopy or perhaps Chip... Not yet officially nicknamed.

What's surprising is that when it comes to the Realm of Parrots females are less valuable than males. They even cost much less than male parrots. Voila! A note of discrimination, you see!
The story goes that the owner of a light colored beak and the “producer” of eggs is not capable to sing and say words. Parrot males pretend they are real polyglots, sworn brothers with Pavarotti and ultra-mega-super-extra skillful linguists! They are said to have phenomenal talking abilities.

How about humans? Who proved to be as talkative as a male parrot, women or men?
According to some surveys a woman uses 8000 words per day to express herself while a man - a mere 3000.
That means women are around three times more garrulous than men. However, 2 minutes ago I've found out that this is a pure myth. Men need around 300 words to keep pace with women. Well, to my mind that should be the last thing for a man to compete with a woman.

So, whom to believe? What's the chattiest gender? Who's the most blah-blah-blah-stic, he or she?

For You, Who Takes Life Too Seriously!

2008-10-16T01:55:00.000-07:00

Life Jokes

He who laughs last thinks slowest.

Borrow money from a pessimist - they don't expect it back.

A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.

No one is listening until you make a mistake.

Get a new car for your spouse - it'll be a great trade!

Love may be blind but marriage is a real eye-opener.

How many of you believe in telekinesis? Raise my hand...

2008-10-12T23:55:00.000-07:00

Make Hay while the Sun Shines!

2008-10-10T08:54:00.001-07:00

Yesterday, while wandering my lively eyes through the faded pages of my grandma's dusty copybook I've noticed a brilliant quote by an anonymous author:

Time is like a snow-flake. While you try to decide what to do with it, it melts on your nose.

That's a simple, clear saying which hides a deep truth.

You do affirm: “I have a long, beautiful life to live... I plan to marry an amazing man and nurture three kids, a lazy cat, a Pekingese and 2 talkative parrots... We will live in a big house with a rose garden...We'll have our own swimming pool and... ”
Thumbs up! Every one should set goals and have FUTURE plans...
But how about NOW?

Just shake your brains with all your might and let your mind think of life's core. What if tomorrow never comes? - Damn it! You don't like this idea! No wonder! However, always remember, tomorrow is not promised!

By the way, has somebody read “This is Your Life, Not a Dress Rehearsal” by
Jim Donovan? That's an amazing book dedicated to those who aren't capable to value every second of their existence, who “die with their music still in them” (RALPH WALDO EMERSON).
I truly recommend this book to you, dear friends. You have nothing to lose but just an itty-bitty snow-flake.

In a nutshell, life is precious and very unpredictable. Don't hesitate to live it today! Have fun! Take time to stop and smell your neighbor's roses! Appreciate and love the persons who are close to you. Bring them smiles on face and joy in soul. Carpe diem! Seize the day and remember:

Yesterday is history

Tomorrow is a mystery

Today is a gift

That's why it's called the present!

Jim Donovan

PS. I collect quotes from everywhere as others collect coins or postage stamps. From time to time I will "adorn" my blog with such phrases just to wake up your mind. For some instants of meditation...

What's Easier, to Hate or Love?

2008-10-07T06:50:00.000-07:00

Today my mind was preoccupied with this question. The final verdict?! I am not ready to clearly answer it.

However, after some hesitations, confused and frustrated I have concluded that it is better to love.
When you hate, you destroy yourself from the inside. Inch by inch and millimeter by millimeter your ego is wounded by a tornado of negative emotions. Your eyes are not so bright and they don't smile anymore. Hate is like poison. It quickly spreads all over the body.
And one fine day you realize that you feel exhausted, weak and tired of this disease. Hate is destructive.

They say love is constructive. However, notice! When you love, you are systematically visited by fear. The phenomena of love automatically develops the fear to be rejected. You don't know whether your feelings will be accepted or rejected by the person you care for. The object of your love could easily spell a bold “NO”. And this expressive 2-lettered word is very painful. Fear intensifies. Anxious and agitated your ego asks your deep feeling to “flatten”. The fight is awful. The more explosive love is, the greater becomes the fear of losing the beloved person. It gradually increases in intensity and generously gnaws your sincere feelings. It may turn into jealousy, low self-esteem, possessiveness and hate.

Nevertheless, like it or not, love brings happiness. Many, many smiles on face... Playful butterflies in stomach... Romance, tears, good mood and fantastic moments, hope, fun, delight, sun, peace... Briefly saying, one thing is sure:

LOVE has to be lived here on earth!

Time and only Time...

2008-10-07T00:23:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was an island where lived all human feelings: Wisdom, Love, Jealousy, Happiness, Sadness, Arrogance, Guilt, Fear, Grief, etc.

One fine day feelings heard that their island will soon sink. Island's natives were asked to immediately evacuate their lovely homes. No sooner said than done. Feelings wished Good Luck to each other, took their passports and embarked their ships.
Only Love decided to stay thus showing her deep love for her cherished nestle.
As it was predicted, Feelings' Island began to sink. Chaos... Fear was in panic... Sadness was crying... Love has realized that she has to survive as Hope wasn't nearby. Thus she started to desperately call for help:
- Sadness, dear! Can you take me with you?
- Oh, Love, I am so sad that I need to be alone. I need privacy.

Wealth's luxurious ship passed by.
- Wealth, please help me! I am drowning!
- Oh! Love, I am so sorry. But I can not take you in here. I have too much gold and silver in my ship. I don't have a place for you.

- Vanity! Oh Vanity! Take me in your ship!
- Nope! You are wet but my boat is very gorgeous. I am afraid you will damage it.

Even Happiness (Love's best friend) was so satisfied and joyful that she hadn't heard Love's despairing shrieks.

Tired and exhausted Love thought that was the end of her life. Suddenly - a strong grasp - and Bach! - Love felt a hand that pulled her onto a ship!
- Hey, Love, come here! I will take you with me!
Love felt so grateful but weak to say a word nor recognize her savior. She was left on a neighboring island while the courageous hero moved away to save other feelings.
Along came Knowledge who respectfully waived at the stranger from the boat.

- Knowledge, who is that man?
- Time...
- Time? He has saved me! Hmmm... But why namely Time? Not Vanity, Sadness, Wealth or even my best friend Happiness?
Knowledge, full of Wisdom has answered the question:
Love! When all else fails, Time and only Time is capable to truly understand how important YOU are in life...

An Intro... to Life's Core!

2008-10-06T06:27:00.000-07:00

Welcome!

Actually, I am glad to see everyone in here... be you a lesbian or heterosexual, Chinese or American, fat or skinny, ... Be you a hairy pervert, bald handicap, famous painter or a simple teacher of chemistry in school... you are welcome!

However, for all those who are interested in this blog, I would like to bring to your attention several things:

If you are willing to find out what's in a lady's mind and soul at all times and at every hour, please make yourself more comfortable. I'll write everything about what I feel, think and believe. No wonder! I admit the fact that some of you will consider me weird because of my freak ideas about life. The good news is that gradually you will get accustomed with these ideas and you'll like to read them all.
If you expect from me super-duper intelligent posts, reliable theory and deep analysis, pass by and don't waste your time in vain! My logo is the following: “I appreciate Intelligence but I love Kindness.”
Mistakes or maybe some winding words... that's okay. Don't say I didn't avert you.
If you have any idea and/or a funny comment regarding the revealed thoughts, feel free to type a few words and express yourself... I will appreciate your gesture.
If you are a pedophile, chauvinist, racialist, please, stay away from this "home"! It's not dedicated to you!

Welcome!