A friend of mine once said, it is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.
I suppose if you’re not even the former, then you’re really screwed.
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Truth is, if he had to go as far as learning how to sew mittens, just to get a hug right now, he would.
Man has often fail to comprehend the beautiful things in life.
What a different world this would be if men understood women.
What is it about women, that make men soft?
What is it about men, that make women hard?
When a website subscribes to Google Adsense, a bot (robot/program) will ‘crawl’ the content on your page and find keywords. Base on what it finds, it will select the a few ads to be published on that site.
Example: if you are stupid and reading a website about your condition, the word ‘stupid’ will obviously (not obvious if you’re stupid) appear a few times. Thus, all ads that appear on that site, will be related to Stupid, stupidity and/or you.
I was on my Gmail yesterday. The email I opened was from Germ regarding the poster for RandomAttire.
To my intelligent surprise (not sure what word in my emails sparked this), but one of the four ads that appeared read,
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Faraj Lebih Ketat
Atasi faraj longgar dan berair.
Suami pasti puas. Dijamin. RM67.00
www.isteriperkasa.com
I came across this in a bathroom (obviously). It was amusing enough that I took out my handphone instead, snap it and left (without actually using the bathroom at all) to tell my friends to come and have a look.
On some level, I think, it achieved its desired effect.
I came across what is below, at Carrie’s blog.
Fine
To end an argument when I am right & you need to shut up.
Five minutes
If you are punctual, wait. Five minutes is only five minutes, when I, want you, to do something.
Nothing
If I am not talking to you normally, nothing, always means something. If you do not know that, You. Are. Dumb.
Go ahead la
A dare. Not permission. Normally means, don’t do it, unless sex is something you’re willing to live without.
Loud Sigh
A word. Means you’re an idiot.
Hmm, that’s ok
Means you’re off the hook for now, but I will return for revenge. You have done something so unbelievably stupid that I actually need to take time to think of a fitting punishment.
Thank you
Sincere or not, I have thanked you. Take it & run. If you think you’ve gotten me a really bad present & I still say thank you, appreciate it for I have accepted your flaws & forgiven it for now.
Whatever
This is my way of saying Fuck You.
He lost count of the days when she was last here.
When she last laid her head next to his pillow. Seeking that common affection he believed he had exclusive rights over. A high demand she supplied gladly. The head massage he would pretend to reluctantly give her, but later wished the fragrance transformed and attached to his fingers, would never cease to exist.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder, then this growth of fondness is pissing him off.
The thought was forcibly dismissed. Can’t afford to be upset to fall asleep, thought. He closed his book, turned off the lights and subconsciously placed himself near his side of the bed.
He took that long inhale exhale act like any other person concluding a long day. As he did, he caught a scent coming from the greener (yet barren) side of the bed.
Flowers. It smelled like flowers. Amazing, he thought. If man could live without exhaling, then he would have went on doing otherwise all night.
He lost count of the days when she was last here.
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At the Royal Albert Hall in London.
They were having a conversation. A simple conversation. About nothing.
Actually he was talking. She was listening.
He was on the usual left side of the bed, back upright, legs stretched out after a long day. Which he was telling her about. Sitting closely to the side edge of the bed in the room she obviously decorated.
Not that he had bad sense, but he trusted her eye for style and decor. Secretly he wished he had it.
She was, by default, on her right side of the bed. Semi snuggling herself, her front to the bed, her face planted on a pillow somewhat facing his direction. Listening to the rants, eyes closed, giving audible sounds of acknowledgment to whatever he was saying, and occasionally questions to understand better his more often than not, poorly structured stories.
Listening, was something she was always better at than him.
As they both went on ‘in coversation’, however one sided it was, neither actually realise the casual cemistry they shared. As though it came naturally and comfortably.
She was actually positioned 2 feet from where he actually was. Quite a distance between two people on a queen size bed. But then again, she was semi snuggling herself. Crunched up, feeling cozy.
Without rhyme or reason, not a routine but not an unusual occurrence either, still maintaining her pose and close distance to the bed, she lifts herself up and brings herself closer to him. A movement that would not raised an eyebrow if it was done once to reach destination. It was 4 ‘lifts’ before she got to where she wanted. Next to him.
She didn’t do it nonchalantly, but mutually between them, there was no need to point that out. But it was enough for him to pause his story to first wonder, then observe and finally smile at this casual act of affection and sentiment.
As she plants herself back into the pillow, sinking once again into the mattress. He did what came naturally, what she was expecting him to, what he loved doing, what she came close to him for.
He massaged her head by stroking her hair and scratching her scalp.
They resumed the ‘conversation’.
That made her happy. That made his day.
“You know what they say about a man who has a deep voice? He looks better naked as long a he keeps talking.”
-Zain HD
For the moment:
Look Of Love – Isaac Hayes
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I’m now having one of those sore throats you get before the fever comes. Naturally my voice now has transformed overnight. Much like young teenage boys who go through that overnight transition and become a man.
For ages now, I’ve been trying to understand the idea of why women find deep vocies sexy. Like in the psychological sense. Is it because it exerts authority? Protection? Composure? Control?