tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70212371811731511662024-03-05T19:51:10.296-08:00JUST..........Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-26862172651971290372012-03-30T11:11:00.003-07:002012-05-18T12:42:55.869-07:00SHOE-WHORE.......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"To be carried by shoes, winged by them. To wear dreams on one's feet is to begin to give reality to one's dreams."
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Its been forever since my last blogpost, cupcakes and sex(atleast reading about them) have keep me busy.And my oxytocin(or whatever that love-horny-hormone is) has kept me busy.Nothings really changed in the last few months ,i still hate showers but have a new found liking to "baths".My power to "bedroom-talk" my way out is lost and i still believe my boyfriend when he flatters my boobs.Its been quite the slut-fest on the internet for me to get him a birthday gift.Why cant men make it easier by just saying what they want??.What i do is i put out a list ;and trust me i'm doing that even for my wedding.Yes, a list of what i want.And pray god that you're not the one buying me shoes! They top my list for various reasons from rounding my tushy perfectly to making my hips seems very "fertile".And boy,they'd practically replace every top-of-the-line dildo for me......SHOE_WHORE!!!<br />
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As I watch a fellow colleague teeter down the stairs at work, her normally flamboyant gait is no where to be seen as she tensely grips the guardrail. She lowers herself delicately down.A each step carefully calculated. Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot- and she makes it to the bottom without mishap. The culprits encumbering her normally wild grace are easily discerned; her shoes. Her feet are wrapped up in four inch- plus a one inch platform to make for a total of five inches- fire engine red heels. They're strappy sandals that lace half way up her calves with a silk ribbon and have effectively made walking an ordeal. Why do we do this? Well darling, because "Shoes are hot!"<br />
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That's right, shoes are hot, and the hottest ones of all are high heels. They're collected, worn, and loved by women across the globe. They're everywhere. They run rampant in books, calendars, photographs, album and movie covers, dangling in miniature precious metal versions from earlobes and chains, and let's not forget the most important place- women's closets.<br />
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Shoes are no longer something one simply wears on their feet, but a passion, a hobby, one's personal statement, a source of authority, sexual independence and joy. They're a constant obsession in pop culture, endlessly talked about and fetishized in television, movies, song lyrics, and seem to be worn without fail by glamorous celebrities no matter the occasion. The most notorious of the shoe loving pop culture media is of the smash HBO series Sex & the City, in which shoes are one it's main themes.<br />
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Many second wave feminists adamantly condemned high heels for this very reason of constructed sexuality and conformance to male dominated ideals of beauty. However, at the end of the eighties, reclamation of female sexuality and desire swept through feminism. Suddenly women were, if not taking a stand in the name of feminism, seemed to be taking a stand for themselves. They wanted to wear stilettos, they wanted to feel sexy, and they enjoyed their stilettos and all the nuances that went along with them.
Along with this physical aspect of sexual power and autonomy, high heels can create feelings of authority. When wearing high heels, one cannot slouch or hang back. "Physically, it is impossible for a woman to cower in high heels. She is forced to take a stand, to strike a pose, because anatomically her center of gravity has been displaced forward." This, along with the added height, can automatically function as a psychological boost. Suddenly a woman is no longer walking; she is upright and strutting, wearing an accessory which physically seems to propel her forward in life. "High heels create a level of authority."<br />
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The idea of piecing ourselves together with our things can be applied to any accessory or article of clothing, but I argue that shoes are more than that. Power, sexuality and sheer aesthetic pleasure contribute to a love of shoes. "How is one to account for this hypnotic allure, for so many generations of modernity's women, of the impractical, foot-deforming, outrageous shoe?....For fabulous shoes are indeed a joy.</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-21758279632121171242011-11-03T01:18:00.000-07:002011-11-03T01:18:07.800-07:00The Love-Sex Issue.......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>“Purity seems archaic, abstinence impossible”</b><br/><br/>
We’ve been through this topic over and over again and yet still it hasn’t turned placid.And thus I’ve concluded there isn’t a “tried and tested” recipe until you’ve “been there,done that” yourself.<br/><br/>
Maybe I’m just a tad-bit over analytical, but ,my mind generates a “check-list” of sorts before I get undressed for business-unusual. Getting naked and the rush of all those good-hormones somehow does have the power to take the relationship to another level, and this I swear by, but it could just as well very easily stall or break the relationship.<br/><br/>
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50 years ago, a girl I know turned 18. She was already too late to get married.Good grooms were few and far-between EVEN THEN..All she knew or thought ,was her nearing her <a href="http://http//katherene-deborah.blogspot.com/2011/02/happily-never-after.html">“<i>happily-ever-afte</i>r”</a>. Never had she seen this man let alone knowing how a penis looks like.Her only sex education was self taught ,mostly when she occasionally touched herself and orgasmed, while “keeping it down”. Her near death encounter, or so she thought , was her first period.<br/><br/>
Now , after her wedding and her baskin in all the attention she got thorough the day, her hormones were upto mischief. She was anxious and nervous from all the giggling everyone did while sending her into this flower- laden room. She knew something was UP , not that…you get the drift right…. This man she had never seen came in, kissed her, touched her in places only she managed exploring before…Explored her in placed she dint even know existed.. and ta-da she was filled and overwhelmed with an experience like never before…That was her first encounter with a man….and damn that was some great sex…. And she wasn’t even in love….and do I even spell her regrets now??.... she did get her “happily-ever-after”, after-all…..<br/><br/>
And that my friend is as common as a love-story gets here….. they get married…have sex and then fall in love….I’m not justifying the setup , I’m just acknowledging its very hypocritical existence…..<br/><br/>
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The Chicken or the Egg?</b><br/><br/>
For some it is love first, for some it is sex first. Assuming we are talking about romantic love and not platonic or family based love, I could not personally truly love some one, truly and deeply, without being with them on a truly deep emotional level that only sex can give. You don't truly know a person until you have been in the most intimate of situations with them. You may think you do, but you don't.Having said that , I personally always fall into the love first category. Not because of any super ability to keep thoughts and desires away but the fact that I am aware that sex without any other connection regardless of how good it may seem to outside, lacks in ways I have no desire to expose my inner self to anyone my heart has not embraced first.<br/><br/>
When I am entered physically it means much more than that itself, my entry way.........<br/><br/>
is to me like a way to engage my soul, my free abandon and expression, allowing the one I love a special place only seen and felt by the one I cherish and treasure.
And invite to penetrate the borders, enter the whole of me and feel all that i am, all that is unseen to the world outside of the 2 of us.<br/><br/>
The discovery made in this subject is that, the issue on what should be treasured in a relationship is relative to gender. In most cases you find that men prioritise sex and use this as a way to express their affection. In a bid to show this affection, women on the other hand prefer emotional attachment as a means to bound and love with their partners hence sex becomes secondary in nature. However, it is also clear that love and sex play a pivotal role in the fluency of any relationship. </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-90781971314865721202011-08-13T01:43:00.000-07:002011-08-13T03:02:02.734-07:00"INCREDIBLE INDIA"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg634zACTXl4DJlkSY4mxnEYcdKDMPPHc9mEZPskShSm9y0AcB-TflukjnCJ9h-F4_JsIQfjLB80NT2tsCuAnjqYE8RfvQRvbwtBTc4u8lpGCMAm2BY-fay-Tp1sHPNdSdr0HsFArB1gi9X/s1600/khajuraho11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg634zACTXl4DJlkSY4mxnEYcdKDMPPHc9mEZPskShSm9y0AcB-TflukjnCJ9h-F4_JsIQfjLB80NT2tsCuAnjqYE8RfvQRvbwtBTc4u8lpGCMAm2BY-fay-Tp1sHPNdSdr0HsFArB1gi9X/s320/khajuraho11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640278613692549858" /></a>
<br />Its been quite a manipulative week....No NO... i wasn't trapped in some scandalous mafia drama...Though i did imagine a vixen image of me,right now!!!The leather boots and trousers really do me good. A-freakin'-D.D!!!!...Never leaves me.I was on a manipulative ride ,when i realized that the campaign "INCREDIBLE-INDIA" did exactly that ,but took it to another level altogether........
<br />Its Incredible,and how!I'm still figuring out this "INCREDIBLE" country(pun intended)..Of what i've figured out:here goes,
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<br />#1) Do not argue with the auto-drivers or the sabzi-wallahs.Not only will they stop selling/taking you,but will also see to it that others don't as well.
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<br />#2) Try avoiding day-travel....TRAFFIC!!! Also try avoid night-travel...RAPISTS,LECHERS etc...we are a very horny country,but will deny its very existence,though our population and "reported" rapes say otherwise.
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<br />#3) Chai-paani is not that...I mean which dim-wit mixes tea and water.Even my 3 yr old nephew knows it.
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<br />#4) Prefer private all the time..Fed-EX to speedpost...Vodafone to BSNL...CitiBank to SBI ,you get the drift.Dont associate yourself with the government...EVER..Its for bimbos
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<br />#5) Always bargain.Its against the Indian spirit not to.So, if your son wants a trip to Switzerland , say Himachal-pradesh ...And if he's quite the bargainer himself,upgrade to Srinagar.
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<br />#6) Make sure you know the name of your area ACP/DCP/Head-Constable.If you're busted by the cops, claim he's your maternal uncle and hope the person you name isn't the one stopping you,else God be with you.
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<br />#7) Lane driving is for wimps or ants.In India you just point your vehicle in the direction you want to go to and then keep moving into the closest open space on the road.Also a 2-lane road can accommodate 3 cars and a couple of bikes easily.A 2 lane road is a misnomer.
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<br />#8) Missed-Calls are India's life blood.Learn to use them well.From morning cabs to having landed in Indira Gandhi Terminus to a reminder for a meeting.The possibilities are endless.You could even setup a code based a code based on the number of rings....
<br /> 2 rings: I'm missing you
<br /> 3 rings: In a meeting,tonight we have sex...& so on.....
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<br />#9) You got to be stupid and old to "LINE UP".Here,one leverages their height,weight,body-odour or potty-mouth to get ahead and other out.We epitomize the famous line by Amitabh Bachchan "Jahan hum kade hote hai,wahin line shuru hoti hain(the line starts from where i stand)"...We just took it to another level.
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<br />#10) Women stay at home!!!Try wearing a burqa,else be ready for some free-hate-sex coming your way.
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<br />#11) Blame Pakistan for everything...From not winning a debate to your dog unable to poop..EVERYTHING can be blamed on Pakistan.
<br /> Terrorist attack: Blame Pakistan
<br /> Fake currency : Blame Pakistan
<br />Katrina misses her period : Blame Pakistan
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<br />#12) We can BUY!!!...Everything,from minors as domestic help from Nepal to College Admissions.You can buy love and Sex,also movie DVD's before their release.
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<br />#13) We believe in self immunization.Hence contribute to filth in open gutters and make sure our dogs poop on the roads.All this bacteria/virus etc growing around our atmosphere helps us stay immune to diseases that are plagues elsewhere in the world.
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<br />#14) Like or Pretend-to like Cricket.The only thing people are interested beyond Shah-Rukh-Khan and sex is Cricket..Its multiple orgies.
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<br />#15) Use a regular horn at your own risk.We recommend getting one that scatters everyone blocking your path.If a jet plane goes 100dB,find a horn that belts 200dB.
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<br />#16) Carry a set of oars.We like adventure Sports especially during the monsoons and the government seems to get it.Overflowing-Gutter-Rafting during the rains is a popular sport.
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<br />#17) We'll even share our roads with the occasional herd of buffaloes out on a leisure trip.Live and let live.Share the space and "kindly-adjust".You reach the zoo to find some happy deers,fifteen sharing the space of 2...Even they get it.We have a PHD in adjustment.Everything is adjustable.From prices of Tomatoes to Toyotas.Government policies to ticket sale figues for the CommonWealth Games.All of it is taken with a open heart.
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<br />#18) We love our politicians.Everytime they open their mouths,its as if a fountain of knowledge has been bestowed upon us...Oh!How we love them...
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<br />#19) The great thing about power-cuts is they make sure we dont lose touch with out great Indian culture.Every summer we bring out our little portable fans and think of our ancestors who did not have access to modernism.We know our roots.It humbles us and we stay grounded.
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<br />#20) We pretend to never have sex.Only Gods can have sex and hence the KamaSutra.Free-love is just a myth and Breasts are only for babies to suck on.Also refrain from wearing anything remotely "slutty" though the SARI in itself reveals more than it can hide...
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-66660985209416946402011-07-22T07:50:00.000-07:002011-08-12T07:21:28.745-07:00I'M SOLD......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYC_BVK8TUayYCaoPbPPUGTGHh2lAINc28LpR1pSOesBRb7mmyYQCYBcg_fo-b6iAvzgV9fx-1_1MNUDGZNF81nIjk2clwD6zHYrNJ2b8kvpw3W92afm0JpQGBqpOgHt05c76fwHST09E/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYC_BVK8TUayYCaoPbPPUGTGHh2lAINc28LpR1pSOesBRb7mmyYQCYBcg_fo-b6iAvzgV9fx-1_1MNUDGZNF81nIjk2clwD6zHYrNJ2b8kvpw3W92afm0JpQGBqpOgHt05c76fwHST09E/s320/images+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632230073131233202" /></a>
<br />I'm writing this for almost all the wrong reasons........
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<br /> If the pastor who baptized me were still alive, he’d likely say a prayer for me, and wonder where things went wrong. Not only am I still not acting "appropriate" at service, but I’ve spent my adult life(22) mucking around with some pretty sinful topics: I’ve studied one-night stands, incest, homicidal fantasies, and man’s hatred for his fellow man. Goodness, I could even publish a couple of papers suggesting that going to church may be just another mating strategy.
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<br /> Most people think my M.O(modus operandi) for a great post with a lot of hits is: Pick a topic that is normally not even whispered about in polite company, and shine a big spotlight on it.And there's no denying it.
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<br /> But today is different.Its about this one person who i attribute most of my life to.Its her "empowering" me to be ME, and hoping that one day i might inspire someone the way she inspired me.Its about the phenomenon OPRAH WINFREY.
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<br /> Oprah Winfrey is a shining example of a strong woman bootstrapping herself, making choices, committing herself to them and moving forward. That lady stuck her flag in a particular hill a long time ago and I say, “Brava!”.For this, no doubt, I will have more scorn heaped upon me by someone, and you know what? That’s okay, too! Not fun, but okay, so long as we stay away from the bodily harm threats .........
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<br /> Let me tell you an almost "cinderella" story ,about a girl.She was beautiful.The apple of her fathers eye.Had a mother who loved her to worlds end.But she had step sisters.Lots of them, in the form of sexual abusers.Who killed the person she could have been everytime,everyday.She did everything she could to "fit-in".Just as cinderella had to wash,clean and scrub to be accepted ; she kept quite about her abuse,smiled and laughed the hardest.Never showing signs,but little did she know that in the process she stopped believing in "happily ever after".Then one day there came a fairy-god-mother(oprah winfrey),who liberated her from all the guilt and shame she was carrying all these years.Who gave her the strength to stand up and speak.And told her that it wasn't her fault.She let her understand why she attracted the people she did,and why she dealt with suppressed anger all her life and why she made a "STEP-MOM" out of her MOTHER for she did not protect her.This cinderella killed her father,for he wasn't around to beat the bad guys.And for a long time kissed a lot of frogs(today's very different).
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<br /> Oprah winfrey changed this cinderella's life by simply making her realise her worth,so what if she made a little moolah in the bargain.Yes, she maybe flaunts a bit too much, but every now and then she never forgets her roots. Rags to Riches. Yes, consumerism and spiritualism can co-exist. Maybe I should not put it that way and should put it this way...God wants us to be successful, have abundant lives, be happy. There's nothing sinful of becoming rich, unless you have done it against the Book of Law. She showed it. Believe and you shall receive.She made people relate to the stories she shared and never shied showing emotion.She made people no longer look for how someone is different and in what way they can change themselves so that they are loved and noticed, but for the ways in which they are the same, and what they’re here to teach . Or atleast try.
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<br /> My strong reaction to anything is something to examine. (After a bit of a cooling-down period. Remember, the end of this trajectory am I not at. Thank you, Yoda.)When a person puts themselves out there to be judged some people aren’t going to like him/her. And I think that’s a good thing.
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<br />Oprah is doing her thing. I am doing my thing. You, I hope, are doing your thing.
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<br />It would be nice if we could all start with that one area of overlap and wish each other well. But no matter what, I’m done converting. Hate on Oprah—or me, if you like. From now on, I’m taking it as a sign that I’ve finally stuck my flag on a hill where it can be seen…(And for the record:Oprah is cool,in a dorky way,yet still cool)Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-49279160192694069692011-07-14T09:54:00.000-07:002011-07-22T23:24:23.934-07:00Battle Timeline...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5shnaDJ284cE9jNdn3ea7fhDQlywcw01oJOGZi0Bcwk3j7vEnqyUOADEFmvO21c5yC3OeGNJy1C-Fs6YriIyxQKuBZq_SO-c1J7c14hBkKP3398mNmSGbNVrrfMGI5icunFmOC-pmuC_T/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5shnaDJ284cE9jNdn3ea7fhDQlywcw01oJOGZi0Bcwk3j7vEnqyUOADEFmvO21c5yC3OeGNJy1C-Fs6YriIyxQKuBZq_SO-c1J7c14hBkKP3398mNmSGbNVrrfMGI5icunFmOC-pmuC_T/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629264141381971810" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Like the real world in the twitter realm there is an obvious struggle by tweeters to carefully define the type of twitter personality they want to become. Though it sounds rather petty and perhaps oversimplified, given a month or so each person settles in a comfortable tweet zone. As a "noob" to twitterville in order to attain a perfectly balanced timeline I suppose you would want to follow different twitter personalities in order to get a taste of what twitter is really about. If you are a seasoned twitter user then you are perhaps already aware of the kinds of users your want to follow.....<br /><br />1)The Vixen- Her twitter picture/ avatar will be of her "sexiest" body parts or may include a picture of her face giving the most seductive look she could come with after many a take in her mirror pictures. She may also have a name like @MisBigBooty_69 and a twitter bio that is so provocative you feel almost guilty reading it. The vixen's tweets hardly ever contain anything edifying but is sure to give you your "money's worth" on Titty Tuesday, Thong Thursday or Twitter After Dark.<br /> <br />2)The Jest- Their aim is simple. "I must make you laugh!" At the expense of the readers you may witness the growth of a genuinely funny tweeter, a corny tweeter or a simply annoying tweeter. The jest may start out with original material and is then fueled to attack fellow twitter users tweets in order to get a joke and a couple new followers.<br /><br />3)The Techie Geek: He or she gets excited at the prospect of a new gadget, ap, site etc. And is often ideal in getting an informed opinion about just about anything technology related.<br /><br />4)News Junkies: Journalist, News hubs, lawyers etc. will occasionally post news items as soon as they happen or are published. Current affairs and informed opinions on them are to be expected. <br /><br />5)The Attention seeker: He/She does just about anything to get new followers. "Accidentally" post controversial tweets and pictures. He/she may steal other person's material and post it as their own. He/she is not afraid to get into a twitter fight and ensure that she retweets all the action so her/his timeline gets front row seats for the action. There is never a dull moment with this user. But watch out the drama may become annoying after a while. <br /><br />6)The "whoops I thought this was an msn group chat" Tweeter: He/she will flood your timeline with conversations that you can not follow. Not only will they mention random information. He/she may also go as far as mentioning names of persons who are not on twittter. Random tweets of "Lol" or "I can't believe Sally just said that to me" are to be expected. <br /><br />7)The Lyricists: When words fail and no opinions can be formulated. This user will flood the time line with #nowplaying #nowwatching and will quote movie lines and songs constantly.<br /><br />8)Promoters: This seems to be a growing breed. Everyone seems to have a person, party, song, product, fragrance or blog to promote.<br /> <br />9)Corporate Tweeters: All tweets will be professional and business related. However the masters of the Corporate tweeting game will ensure that they are not only interactive but utilize twitter to ensure that they increase interest in their business. They try to answer each person personally and not with an auto response feature. The TRUE master of the corporate twitter game keeps up to date with twitter trends and see how best they can promote their product without coming across as pompous. <br /><br />10)The Spoofers: They create mock accounts of celebrities, famous media personalities, characters from shows. The most recent spoofer that raised a brow or two was the @BronxZoosCobra who has over 200,000 followers and whose most recent achievement included hacking "American Idol" host, Ryan Seacrest's Twitter account on April Fool's Day. Be sure to check if your celebrity's account is a verified twitter account before you click that follow button. Unless of course you are in for a few laughs and don't mind who is behind the spoof. <br /><br />11)Team Follow Back: He/she will tweet but will encourage you to retweet his/her tweets or will mention a bunch of other users who are sure to follow you back. Their sole purpose it seems is to have "total twitter domination" *insert evil giggle here* hmmmm but from my observation it seems to be a competition to see how many persons they can get to follow. What do you do when you have all the twitter users though? Tweets of substance would be nice while we wait for your so called domination -_- <br /><br />12)Social Tweeters: They tweet about the highlights of their day, they will comment on tv shows, new music, new products... just about anything that tickles their fancy. Highly opinionated, naturally funny and never makes desperate pleas for new followers. <br /><br />13)Celebrities: My favorites in this category are: @AngelaSimmons @OfficialKimora @tyrabanks @ladygaga @rihanna @NICKIMINAJ @kanyewest @charliesheen<br /><br />I for one fluctuate at varied frequencies between "Attention-Seeker", "News-Junkie" and "Social Tweeters".Though i do want to land up in the "Celebrity".No no!!;Not as a soft-porn actress(Vixen like; strappy undies et al),more as a erotic novelist winning a Booker.More my thing,and Spoofers are welcome.....Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-55646759676871811952011-07-04T10:21:00.000-07:002011-07-08T02:28:23.441-07:00SHE PART-IED DEAD...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmBM8PGzUISfeB4nxbjMr3lF12FrHkJyQ3boTfO5Tt0epF4srX1xMSCzJN1uYVOtCikpJKq3kIv-gt2tS6-m0HQh6n-d0cHVPbgxeNkWyoC3fP2AY0wdxS3MOt65Jqv42aWgVVhhxRn9p/s1600/horse_rip.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmBM8PGzUISfeB4nxbjMr3lF12FrHkJyQ3boTfO5Tt0epF4srX1xMSCzJN1uYVOtCikpJKq3kIv-gt2tS6-m0HQh6n-d0cHVPbgxeNkWyoC3fP2AY0wdxS3MOt65Jqv42aWgVVhhxRn9p/s320/horse_rip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625611266333475186" /></a><br />Just as much as i hate showers...I LOVE weddings!!!....and almost everything to do with them...from the dress to the flowers to the length of the train to the colour themes... JUST EVERYTHING!!!..<br /> I've been planning mine ever since i was 10.... YES YES... 12 years of planning my "BIG DAY"...if I'm fortunate enough i might have a lot of those coming(at least 3)!!!...I get a rush going through(read:secretly going through) online catalogues for wedding gowns....Jimmy Choo's and decors...I've even planned my 7 course dinner menu!!!!....O.C.D it is!!!...Guilty as charged!!!...For all i know, I'll have 3 weddings,2 divorces,couple of baby showers(my own),70 more birthdays(if the world doesn't end in 2012),thousand odd "first-kisses"...BUT ONE DEATH!!!!...JUST FREAKING ONE!!!....Doesn't that make you think..??? JUST ONE!!!!........<br /> So now, I'm planning my funeral party. Don't roll your eyes. It makes perfect sense...I don't know whether I'll have a wedding or even live till one...I might just be another case of "always a bridesmaid,never a bride"...A meteor might hit me tomorrow...Alien invasion(OK, i went too far)...whatever it be,I'm sure one day, i shall never wake up!!!.....So I've decided not to invest my energy in anything I can't be certain about. That's why I think planning a funeral party is the coolest, most constructive thing you can do with your time. ..<br /> Okie,Pause and think about it(if your not convinced yet)...Will i ever get married??Don't know.Will i make babies or be alive or have eggs to make them?? Don't know.. Will i find "THE ONE" i want to make these babies with?? Where the eff are you??......Will I be a best-selling author? No clue. Will I win the Booker? Oh, God, please? Will I be alive for my next birthday? Hope so. Will I die? Sure!!!..So there. I'm just being smart and planning the one party I know I'm going to have...You might as well follow my lead, or die without a "go-away-in-style" party,as will be mine!!!...... <br /> So here are some of the things I need done and I'm leaving the job of carrying them out to anyone who's reading this.. :<br /><br />#1)Venue : Ideally I'd want a castle...Something fairytale-ish...But since I'm not in Edinburgh and my chances of dying there are nearly impossible..i shall not take my chances..Don't want you'll going through all that hassle either way...So maybe a beautiful back-yard...Or garden..Any place Green and fresh...You could save on the extra flowers... And please,I beg you...NO church or HOME..or any place closed...Cant have people crowding around me and suffocating me... Place me in the centre(heart) of this open place..Done? Brilliant. Now, step back and give everyone room to breathe, please. <br /><br />#2)Casket : I'm scared to death(ironically) about being buried alive...it gives me the creeps and everything that comes along with it...So please be a 100% sure I'm DEAD..I'd suggest you donate my organs etc,which will make it pretty clear(NOBLE that i am,might reach heaven after all)...Okie,So once you've made SURE I'm DEAD..I'd want a super lovely Coffin(read:a princess' bedroom like dreamy and comfortable)...Also I'd like them "Environmentally friendly" or Eco-coffins(GO GREEN IT IS)...I'd prefer one made from Ivory but wouldn't mind rose-wood or pine-wood for that matter...I also want it custom-made and not from some whole-sale dealer..a designer so to say...One should not compromise with the upholstery and padding...I want nothing less than Genuine Leather and expensive foam cushioning...And make it off-white....I need to "stand-out" after all...Remember to equip my casket with the top-of-the-line I-Phone ,and dont forget to install the latest version of Angry-Birds(just in case)... <br /><br />#3)Death Care : In most cases the hospital does it after declaring me dead(please check)...But i don't trust those nuts ever...So when I'm brought back home i need a thorough shower and exfoliation..I don't want to be washed/bathed by anyone I know. ...NO husband/boyfriend(having seen it all)...No mother(please!!!...even if she makes it till then)..Instead, get a totally random person and pay them to do it. I don't want anyone I know, seeing me naked when I'm dead. It's just too weird....Use a nice smelling shower gel(preferably "imported")...Also use only LOreal shampoo and conditioner for my hair...Blow dry it giving my hair lots of volume...If I've been balding ,I'd like hair extensions to gimme that volume...I'd also like some soft curls adding texture...I need to be exfoliated with St'Ives Apricot scrub...Also keep the make minimalistic..hate looking caked!!!..but a lip gloss and fake eyelashes are a must!!!<br /><br />#4)Attire : This is my favorite bit!!!...It involves years of meticulously planning my wedding gown...and hoping that's not what i wear to my funeral!!!!...I'm also highly concerned about my relatives stuffing my nostrils with cotton..Grrr. This is hugely disturbing, as I always imagined myself lying elegantly in the coffin,Sleeping beauty style....So yes..No cotton...And once I'm all cleaned and blow dried i'd like some of my Calvin Klein deodorant and LaCoaste perfume...And dress me in an elegantly drappy gown... i don't want it heavy layered or embroidered...Also, no veil or tiara.. Just because I'm wearing a wedding dress, doesn't mean I should wear the veil or tiara... I'm dead, not married...And please don't forget to make me wear the nicest pair of white,super high heeled(IMP!!!) Jimmy Choo's(which by then shall hopefully be a part of my closet)...Once the dress and shoes are in place and I'm looking lovely as ever...get my present boyfriend Mr.B(god knows who by then,...maybe even "THE ONE")to click some lovely pictures of me...he can make magic out of them...so please hunt him down!!!!<br /><br />I'd like everyone dressed Las Vegas style...So, keep up with it...And nothing even remotely similar to what I'd be wearing...<br /><br />#5)Flowers :I want flowers all over the place...And i mean everywhere...except hiding my shoes and dress etc...and please no wreaths,just cause they're associated with funeral that doesn't mean u aimlessly throw them around..i want all these to be placed neatly around my casket...Also,I'd like only tulips!!!..Mind u!!!..No red roses etc!!!....they're tacky!!!...they're not even romantic for crying out loud...Daisy's are also a great option,but try sticking to Tulips...Pick one colour and stick to it... This is my funeral, not botanical gardens... Also, if anyone brings garlands , feel free to beat him up...<br /><br />#6)Music :During the mass i want someone at the piano..playing something soothing...but at the party its rock and roll all the way...Lets keep to slower tracks though....Also, make sure you never hand the mic to my relatives. They will sing 'Showers of Blessing' and kill me all over again. I've heard that song all my life... In school, in the family, everywhere. And now, my relatives have made it the family song. Why? "Because it's the only song everyone knows" *Eye roll* So they sing it for all occasions - weddings, birthdays, betrothals, anniversaries, golden jubilees, funerals, when somebody gets a car, job, dog, you get the drift. It's just not fair that the song haunts me at my funeral too....<br /><br />#7)Food and Beverages:Since its so classy themed...I want nothing but Champagne at my funeral...So, Champagne fountain it is...I also don't want widgets standing around it or making a long queue..Remember ,ITS MY DAY!!!...Also,only appetisers shall be served esp "pigs in a blanket" and "bruschetta"..they're my favourite,I know they don't spell funeral food...But whom am i kidding??..Please refrain from indulging in some overeating!!!...Its not a wedding...And its not even free...I expect you'll to pay for it after-all...And if some drunk loser tries to "steal my thunder"..Bury him in the same grave without a party!!!..<br /><br />#8)My Will: I'm hoping to be to somewhere close to being ridiculously rich by then...So most(all) should go to my children(if I'm able to make babies by then)...Also keep "HIM" away from my riches ,for all i know "HE" might land up with someone at my funeral itself...<br /> And most importantly who inherits my SHOES!!!...If I've made it big by then i want them auctioned at the Christis ...Nothing short!!!..Else i want my daugther/sister to museum them!!!....My wardrobe can go to the poor though(Tilted Halo)...<br /><br />#9)General Instructions :I know a lot of people would think I'd like to be remembered as a happy person and not want anyone crying at my funeral...Firstly,i give you all the authority to beat him up!!!..Yeah, I'm not like that. Please make sure you cry. And cry rivers.. Don't start wailing and annoying the neighbours, i want it done in style!!!...If anyone get out of control you're allowed to crack jokes ,but please refrain from "that what she said" or "In bed" kinda jokes...It should be funny stuff that I said and did or funny incidents from my life. Please keep the focus on me. It's my day. Also, I'd like speeches. ..During the party, if anyone talks about "Kathy would want us all to move on", please slap them. Kathy never said anything like that... Kathy wants you all to miss her... And bad enough for her absence to leave a gaping hole in your heart... Forever Everlasting... <br /> And please don't make my parents lift a finger for my funeral..They've spent enough educating me and trying to keep me"SAFE"..I'd like them to sit back and enjoy the party, for once... If they tear up, please remind them that I was not a great daughter to begin with. At this point, one of my relatives will pitch in and add her 200 cents as well.... Feel free to make fun of her in any way you can - appearance, accent, grammar, weight, anything.... <br /> When the party's over, go home and write about how much you miss me on my Facebook wall. Everyday(almost)...Also not to forget twitter or any social networking site by then...I'd heard G+ is climbing in popularity charts..So keep yourself updated!!!..And finally stop gifting me Pigs and Cows on online farms and inviting me to play "Angry Birds"...Once and for all...Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-33926021828443355772011-06-26T06:55:00.000-07:002011-08-12T07:54:05.652-07:00"EX"-perience It......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Z52mGba5UChvK0BEnHnc11wYcoDIz-_5V6CUr74P2yVJtpo8dUu0xmDTjFebV4dki6RIqWYkHubpPyfQ437xvTOkfb4C0HgH3grh3S9Mk9ttlHcYHqWZb-Svx75ytrfzfpCw3rwp4MxB/s1600/istockphoto_7988297-romance-and-breakup-lespian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Z52mGba5UChvK0BEnHnc11wYcoDIz-_5V6CUr74P2yVJtpo8dUu0xmDTjFebV4dki6RIqWYkHubpPyfQ437xvTOkfb4C0HgH3grh3S9Mk9ttlHcYHqWZb-Svx75ytrfzfpCw3rwp4MxB/s320/istockphoto_7988297-romance-and-breakup-lespian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623361651736451490" /></a>
<br />I hate showers...period.It takes way too much unproductive time to clean oneself up,especially the hair, the arm-pits and places i don't even want to get to.If only the environment was clean enough for me to never shower.Sometimes...Just "sometimes" not showering leads to something i wouldn't have otherwise.I stumbled on this post while postponing my appointment with hot water and scrub.It was by whom i call the Liz Gilbert(Google her) of India...Judy Balan....This thought I truly owe her..
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<br /> My morning paper has never looked this dull ....I'm not talking about Page3....I was going through the Classified...Job hunting....Yes Yes..I've joined the bandwagon.....
<br /> "We're looking for writers with good writing skills and easy adaptability with an appropriate degree and a minimum 5 years EXPERIENCE....... 3 yrs experience.... 1 yr Experience...6 months EXPERIENCE".... what happened to fresh raw talent right off the grid??... So now i need experience to prove i'm apt?? Or that I'm no mistake since I was hired before...On paper all they want to know is how long you've been in the business....The longer the duration.. The easier it is for you to land a job...And we criticize the corporate world about being shallow....Its just there everywhere.....Because even here - where raw talent is supposed to be the criteria - people are busy looking up your credentials because no one wants to take a risk.... And also because, the popular assumption is that the longer you've done something, the better you are likely to be at it. ..
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<br /> But somehow,just somehow all these criteria lag behind when it comes to marriage or even a relationship for that matter......Your desirability in the market sky-rockets if you've never been in a relationship(read:never kissed and definitely no sex)...Especially if your taking the arrange marriage route...I'm not saying its wrong to be spotless and virginal...I mean BRAVO!!!...but why the need to lie if your not...We don't want to be judged and be in the eye of 'suspicion'... And if you do "MAN-UP" and find someone by yourself...you land up answering the same questions.."How many of them??"..."When did it start??".."How did you feel with them??"..."How many times did you'll sex each other up??"..."Was it good??"..."Which positions"..."Was there Oral as well??"....."Why did you break up"...And finally - Why me? Only this time, you're put through the interrogation on account of the experience as opposed to the lack thereof...
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<br /> I guess its all cause you want to feel special... Saved up for "THE ONE"....and they conclude you'll sleep around with anyone you meet..And i don't want to be just "ANYONE"...But that's just one way of looking at it... The other, is extremely flattering to say the least - <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">THE PROBABILITY THAT HAVING SEEN IT ALL, YOU PICKED ME TO SPEND FOREVER WITH... AND THAT'S GOT TO COUNT FOR SOMETHING..</span></span>
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<br /> Experience in relationships has got to count for something right?...Relationships are like recipes... When one doesn’t work, you have to do something differently next time...Relationships that contribute to my life in positive and healthy ways need time and energy to develop and grow, and once they are well established, continued maintenance is quite helpful and necessary. This is the stuff that Relationships are made of. Love, lust, attraction and sex.. those are the easy stuff. Those things can be developed quickly, and I suppose can be quite enjoyable on their own. If there's one thing I have learned, it is that attraction and interest, even mutual, are not scarce. What is scarce is depth, intimacy, trust, practical logistics and mutual intent to develop these things. All of which take time and consistency to develop, and do not come overnight. You don't fall in trust, for example....
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<br /> I believe, and this i do whole-hearted that your present bf/husband reaps benefits of your past... And this i mean even in BED... I mean seriously, who wants someone not so "smooth"...and doesn't know how to play erotica...There's just nothing wrong in having been with many ,as long as your not a sleaze-ball or a compulsive liar...Because if you notice, breakups always leave you wanting to work on yourself ..Go shopping..Become trendy...Get a stylist...Find Nirvana..Play a sport...Lose some weight.. So it's always the next person who gets to reap the benefits of all that the ex had to endure...
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<br /> So, fall in love with someone with EXPERIENCE...ask those questions if you must...DO your homework..But trust your gut...Cause they're not bringing BAGGAGE but a whole lot a lessons they've learnt..And if your wrong,you'll gain some experience yourself....Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-77727414241560938082011-06-13T08:52:00.000-07:002011-06-20T05:33:07.482-07:00PAINLESS HELL----PART I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWszBpBq63hceAOWuOTztp9eLTKds1k7lhLdNmRT0wkY35-fYiRsy2a1Fy2SdIAsm1F0oj4AhRD3IIdbJe8RS6cUacF7VC6hfeIdRnA9Gps7bNBcqbUkgoU-hSSRmu1Dd_PlxpfVFbDL00/s1600/pain-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWszBpBq63hceAOWuOTztp9eLTKds1k7lhLdNmRT0wkY35-fYiRsy2a1Fy2SdIAsm1F0oj4AhRD3IIdbJe8RS6cUacF7VC6hfeIdRnA9Gps7bNBcqbUkgoU-hSSRmu1Dd_PlxpfVFbDL00/s320/pain-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619995317656333506" /></a><br />For all i know my brain could be in the midst of a tsunami....Going Up ...Sinking down... and mostly causing turmoil for ones around.... Crazy "CRAZY" stuff that its capable off....And when mixed with a dash of hormones.... OH THY RECIPE OF DISASTER!!!!!........That's almost my state of mind right now...."ALMOST"......Lets just keep it at that....<br /> ************************************************************************************<br /> *****************************************************************<br /><br />I feel helpless around people in pain....Helpless and Guilty....Watching facial features contort and listening to the sighs and moans....Deeply aware of the huge gulf between us...I cannot penetrate their suffering...I can only watch....Whatever I attempt to say seems weak and stiff, as if I'd memorized the lines for a school play......<br /><br /> Pain is Gift that nobody seems to want....Ask a Leper and he'll tell you exactly why....He wishes to feel pain...and its unpleasant nature....Unpleasant enough to force him withdraw his fingers from the stove or that needle prick...Yet that very quality saves from destruction...Unless the warning signal demands response, one might not heed it....We dare not shut off the warning system without first listening to the warning.....Pain demands the attention which is crucial for recovery.....<br /><br />Whenever I am tempted to curse God for pain ....I remember the thousand ways large or small,pain serves us each day,making possible normal life on this planet.....Pain cells alert us when to go to the bathroom,when to change shoes,when to blink....Without pain,we would lead lives of paranoia,defenseless against unfelt dangers....The only safe environment for a painless person is to stay in bed all day....but even that produces bedsores.......<br /><br /> Even more neglected,however,is the intimate connection that links pain and pleasure....The 2 sensations work together so closely they sometimes becomes almost indistinguishable....Pain is an essential component for our most satisfying experiences.....The sensors that produce feelings of sexual pleasure are the same ones that carry messages of alarm....Dissection of the erogenous zones yields an abundance of touch and pressure cells(which explains why those areas so sensitive to pain),but no cells devoted to pleasure...Nature is never so lavish....."To be dry and thirsty in a hot and dusty land --and to fell great drops of rain on your bare skin--ah,is this not happiness!! To to have an itch in your privates and finally escape from friends to a place when you can scratch...Or to wait for the party to get over just to have sex and orgasm!!!....I can give you a long list of happiness experiences,virtually every one combines pain and pleasure...<br /><br /> I do not mean to gloss over or discount the very real suffering in this world....Nevertheless,when something bad happens and we feel we have no control over the tragedy itself,we still have some control over our own responses....We can lash out in bitterness and anger against the unfairness of life that has deprived us of pleasure of joy...Or,we can look for good in unexpected sources,even our apparent enemies....<br /><br /> When something bad happens----a disagreement with my boyfriend,a painful misunderstanding with a friend,an ache of guilt over some responsibility...I have let slide--I try to view that occurrence as i would physical pain....I accept it as a signal alerting me to attend to a matter that needs change...I strive to be grateful,not for the pain itself but for the opportunity to respond,to form good out of what works bad......<br /><br /> If i spend my life searching for happiness through drugs,comfort and luxury, it will elude me..."happiness recedes from those who pursue her"....Happiness will come upon me unexpected as a by-product,a surprising bonus for something I have invested myself in...And,most likely,that investment will include pain...Its hard to imagine pleasure without it......Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-19322162885851525012011-06-10T02:43:00.000-07:002011-06-10T07:06:48.332-07:00Cheaters Anonymous ........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVGAMo_8BGxNATjN01duY34_P4d4a4tOtNAVViUQfteESfdf4gBNGvyrf6W9gtdpdv6QD2vD0UV1dcosifU2I6MR0FWoRWg0KITtLi0-TeebnU0XZsWn2dBAshwwtkZQGO3vLY1MMDSPO/s1600/pictures-of-cheaters16-e1305728187265.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVGAMo_8BGxNATjN01duY34_P4d4a4tOtNAVViUQfteESfdf4gBNGvyrf6W9gtdpdv6QD2vD0UV1dcosifU2I6MR0FWoRWg0KITtLi0-TeebnU0XZsWn2dBAshwwtkZQGO3vLY1MMDSPO/s320/pictures-of-cheaters16-e1305728187265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616586949507786194" /></a><br />I woke up this morning to the biggest smile on my face....I attribute this mostly to my hormones and sometimes(mostly) to my oh-so-"giving" boyfriend...So with the blush and smile not showing signs of fading,i realise its times to brush....my glow in the mirror says a different story(whole other post for that)....STORY?!!!..sheesh this A.D.D is getting the better of me.....<br />*************************************************************************************<br />*************************************************************************<br /> <br /> The idea behind this post was born thanks to Anthony Weiners fall from grace...For those who have no clue:Congressman/sexter Anthony Weiner‘s beautiful wife Huma Abedin is the latest high profile woman to be stunned to learn that her husband had a shocking sexual double life...Also with news of Arnold's "love-child" doing the rounds and how can we forget President Bill Clinton famously "did-it", denied it on national television and then capitulated publicly when then mounting evidence became overwhelming.... or our very own Shiney Ahuja??..So,Why do people(mostly men)CHEAT??..And why do women play God and "stand by their man"??....<br /> <br /> Lets not critisize culture here....Lets maybe try and get into a CHEATERS psyche....<br /> We all know what “it” is --- the breaking of the seventh commandment: "Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery".....Cheating is more than an action—it's an attitude...Here are the ingredients that go into a cheater's psyche:<br /><br /> 1)The more women I have, the sexier I feel.<br /><br /> 2)Men aren't designed to be monogamous.<br /><br /> 3)Sleeping with other women gives me breathing room in my relationship. It's like a vacation.<br /><br /> 4)The other women don't mean anything. I don't see why my wife/gf is so upset.<br /><br /> 5)A real man can satisfy more than one woman.<br /><br /> 6)I do whatever I can get away with.<br /><br /> 7)I have a right to be myself, and this is who I am.<br /><br /> 8)It's easier to run to another woman than to face problems with my wife/gf.<br /><br /> 9)It's my wife's/gf's fault, really. She doesn't satisfy me.<br /><br /> 10)I am open-minded, and I can't help it if other people, including my wife/gf, aren't.<br /><br />I am not saying every cheater harbors all these attitudes....No cheater does..They make it part of themselves...So,why again???.......<br /> Let me explain(god i sound like a 70 yr old with all the experience and grey hair....P.S:i'm just 22)....Cheaters normally cheat with "less-attractive" counter...It has nothing to do with one’s look. One’s look will not deter a man who is going to cheat...Cheating for the man is about excitement, building up their ego, enjoying the chase and just plain mixing things up(i mean fluids as well)!!!..These men who are in powerful positions now, like Congressman Anthony Weiner or Arnold Schwarzenegger may still feel powerless or small inside — like how they felt growing up...These guys are still driven to prove that they are big men, and they can do that by conquering women, as well as conquering other status symbols. ...So no matter how beautiful the woman, it’s not enough.... Once they’ve conquered the woman by marrying her, the satisfaction goes away.<br /><br /> Now these guys may also be so impressed by their own power and celebrity that they feel “entitled” to cheat....And finally, in the case are some of these shocking cheaters, like Jesse James and perhaps Anthony Weiner — they cheat because deep down they are so insecure they can’t believe they actually “landed” the wife they have.... They can’t believe she actually loved them....So they decide like Jesse James that their wives must be faking their feelings. ..And that entitles them to cheat....<br /><br /> Relationships have got to be more erotically passionate...One of the reasons why i don't like calling marriage an "institute"....makes it seem like jail!!.....Adultery or Cheating somehow seems to have these erotic secrets that otherwise lack.....One needs to feel that desirability and erotic passion to hold on.....The thought of cheating irks when they lose their identity as a man/woman....Women especially cheat on grounds of these cause they become a wife/mother etc...and lose their "desirability....So when a man comes along..they regain it ,because he relates to them as someone desirable and beautiful...<br /><br /><br /> So, if you have thoughts about cheating....Get from your partner what you got or you think will get from them!!!...Be absolutely brutally honest(my boyfriends seen my horns!!!)...One wants to be treasured ...One want to be "made-love" to....One wants their entire body being appreciated(even if it means hit the gym to gain that)....One wants to be complimented and returned the favour(even in bed!!)....And you'll be turned on just by a stare.....Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-12077114969594089672011-06-08T08:15:00.000-07:002011-06-26T05:33:29.388-07:00Social Not-Working(Digital Anti-Depressant)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrH44ih0uZHXoYpgr7AlfyZ4QBekeD1Zl60tEXeZKbDAAUSIoo4sueBUD9hK3s27EAPA18diG7_erT3Yt9KaFy0lVqXgzJuP8Q6xh2w9fjFq-5XVE3GoY8VpOWhAbADVhKLE7CHJOSiu2/s1600/social-media-bandwagon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrH44ih0uZHXoYpgr7AlfyZ4QBekeD1Zl60tEXeZKbDAAUSIoo4sueBUD9hK3s27EAPA18diG7_erT3Yt9KaFy0lVqXgzJuP8Q6xh2w9fjFq-5XVE3GoY8VpOWhAbADVhKLE7CHJOSiu2/s320/social-media-bandwagon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615886385478780450" /></a><br />Its been a rough day...Like really....not cause i was jabbing teeth or working with a hacksaw(could really use one on my boyfriend today)....but simple cause i was ALONE<read:lonely>...i think its more to do with my female hormones at this time of the month...they turn me anywhere between happy and horny in a matter of seconds....and no!!!...your not happy when horny and alone....<br /><br /> So,in times like these i turn to my very faithful yet falsified networking sites...i'm there everywhere...from facebook...to myspace..to twitter....to et cetera ...et cetera...When I first joined Facebook in the summer of 2008, my intentions were strictly voyeuristic.... I read other people's posts, spent hours perusing photos and even "checked in on" (read: stalked) a few exes and their current significant others... It's hard to resist.... I was not, however, inclined to report on my minute-to-minute goings-on: I drank beer... I changed my bra... I took a breath...cleant dog poop...I bought see-through lingerie... It seemed like too much information to disseminate to my growing number of "friends.".....But, before long, like every other user , I got sucked in. Facebook became a part of my daily—even hourly—routine.....I called it a healthy addiction until lately i realised that it does act as a digital anti-depressant of sorts providing us with both self-affirmation and mass-voyeurism..but blurs images so deep that your so far from reality....far from a hug and a kiss...from "friends"...The reason we gravitate towards the social networking even when we are looking to be left alone is because it's no fun to be left alone, alone....<br /> <br /> We don’t tell the truth in social networks, but this doesn’t mean we lie.... There is a whole spectrum of ‘untruths’ from selectively updating your status, through over-emphasising elements you choose (and under-emphasising others) to plain untruths (saying you enjoy reading Magical Realism, when really your favourite book is a trashy biography)..... We do this because we want to present ourselves in a way that we want others to see us. ...Online there is a real opportunity to build the personal brand, and so we are all becoming marketers – marketing ourselves....So does this actually matter? Should we all try to be truthful and accurate in social networks.... The truth is that it probably doesn’t.... Whilst social networks are being used as networks of individuals, we are all doing the same thing – we know we don’t upload all photos (probably not those from that party, for example) and so will expect others to act in the same way....Not every user is as enthusiastic and unguarded as I tend to be..... A Facebook page is a fair mirror of its creator........ My shy friends shun photographs and avoid frivolous applications, while my extroverted friends festoon their pages with gewgaws, pass along viral videos and movie quizzes, and inundate me with gifts and pokes (like taps on the shoulder) and superpokes—whimsical announcements that a friend has (virtually) serenaded you, kissed you, or trout-slapped you, and so on. Admittedly, this is inane. ...It is also, in a word, fun.....<br /><br />Social networking is all of the above and more.....more since it can sink you more into depression cause you cant be anymore ignorant about the world(read:successful friends)...Its a vicious cycle you get engulfed into...and becomes part of you routine like having breakfast....Social Networking is Ironical in it’s name because it doesn’t bring people closer but creates big gaps in relationships with people who really matter the most in our life Parents and Family... Spending lumps of time sitting in front of computer screen is not going to get you friends but living with them sharing happiness and spreading the joy does that.... Facebook, Twitter etc. are good but not better......I have no right to tell you waht to do and what not to do, i can just say… as a friend that Social Networking Websites are great, Facebook is ultimate and Twitter is like your virtual world but excess of everything is bad! don’t use SNS like mad men!<br />I remember a time when i was playing more than 17 social games including Farmville and update my status even at 4 in the morning.......<br />I'm just saying get a tad bit real...whilst letting your alter ego get their bit of gratification...Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-19979925218284040952011-06-01T06:10:00.000-07:002011-06-01T07:02:57.106-07:00Mirrored........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbQIwefgkbh_OHB1zaHLTmX1FjXaketRnE4d7HE0HY64gvSqfAKQCsfGVbZEyaxFI4A2i-PsdoJDpzvOYtx29oECGl4__qU7IDjnjPDlbGehCYO_6na-Ntr91ebfM6p8OB21psxvKUhG3/s1600/la_main_version_4x5_recadree_by_tong_pa_ni.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbQIwefgkbh_OHB1zaHLTmX1FjXaketRnE4d7HE0HY64gvSqfAKQCsfGVbZEyaxFI4A2i-PsdoJDpzvOYtx29oECGl4__qU7IDjnjPDlbGehCYO_6na-Ntr91ebfM6p8OB21psxvKUhG3/s320/la_main_version_4x5_recadree_by_tong_pa_ni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613251487244854610" /></a><br />Mirror Mirror on the Wall...Whose the failure among us all....ME!!!....Its happening again...you cant control it....slipping off your hands while tearing you apart...Not cause its effecting you.....but the people around you...Their pain you wish could be erazed.....<br /> Your alone,technically you really are....Your hiding those tears strong behind you cause when they start there's no stopping them....flood-gates OPEN!!!...They just don't STOP!!!<br /> STOP!!!..You wanna scream it loud....Just fucking STOOOPPPPP!!!!.......I want the steering wheel....The remote...The time machine...The escape....The Drug....THE END!!!!<br /> The "End"...I love romancing it...The idea of no expectation...nothing to look forward to..nothing can hurt you no more...your numb...nothing worse can happen...Its finally "Happily Ever After".....<br /> The happily ever after you've always craved for...That you NEED, DESIRE and LUST!!!...Its your ultimate orgasm....No more miss fairy-tale...No princess....No prince charming....No white gown with a long train....No kiss to seal the deal...NO...NO...NONE-EVER......<br /> EVER wondered why i write???....Its my escape....My antidote...My Ecstasy....You cry with tears....My Pen bleeds....Its bleeds my heart...My soul...My Pain!!!....<br /> PAIN you don't wanna tell anyone about...pain you wish you could share but cant...pain thats eating you alone...pain if shared wouldn't be judged....just a listen...A hug....Maybe try UNDERSTANDING...maybe NOT...<br /> Understanding is difficult....I'm yet to understand life...I guess LIFE is something one cant understand...,rather one doesn't need to....<br /> LIFE i wanna give up on you.....Stop conflicting my mind...I just wanna give up on you....I tried going parallel with you....But your ways are too dark and gloomy....Your the wicked witch of my fairy tale....WITCH....no no...rather the BITCH....<br /> FUCKING BITCHES.....my ego...my attitude...my attributes....all bitches...I built them to protect me...not destroy ME...NOT ME!!!!....<br /> ME??....Who am i???...Daddys little princess??...Mommys' big pain???....Sisters big hug???....The bitch of high-school???.......The humble stranger you wish you knew???...The wannabe bimbo???...The foul mouthed drama queen???....The slut you'd wish dead???....Or the PROTECTIVE friend???....<br /> Why dint i PROTECT myself enough??....ENCLOSE myself...A cocoon so no hurt can seep in....Nothing can hurt...Actually i did....or i tried....But they always have loop-holes....They always know their way around it....They always WILL.....<br /> WILL i be remembered???.....and for what???...The bad example you give your kids???....The one you'd wish not to be born off???....A friend to be made unknown..??....A girlfriend never to be owned??....A WHAT???....I know these answers....These answers make for a good read.....<br /> ANSWERS for this life....answers to god....Answers to yours and mine....Just Answers....The last i'll remember is these answers....Just answers...Just answered MIRRORED............Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-53826448209877247872011-05-05T04:22:00.000-07:002011-05-05T04:46:16.506-07:00Me Myself and God knows Who.......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTW87Q-pgbk-7_c8McE4BbTdcJXiOsu8VXZsHzfPzLXEH3AI7h6BaJ2sm3I75c65psBMHVW2O3qVb-p0tfaQCVLlgJ1aqfxScDF9kTztA6JbZcj6b3eo4MwAARRdzld17VHQYek46O5E49/s1600/loneliness.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTW87Q-pgbk-7_c8McE4BbTdcJXiOsu8VXZsHzfPzLXEH3AI7h6BaJ2sm3I75c65psBMHVW2O3qVb-p0tfaQCVLlgJ1aqfxScDF9kTztA6JbZcj6b3eo4MwAARRdzld17VHQYek46O5E49/s320/loneliness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603196822397014450" /></a><br />Humans are said to be the only creature in God’s creation gifted with free will. I’m proud of this privilege, knowing I’m a child of the Divine. But as the years pass by I discovered a disturbing truth about my existence in this life. Much to my belief that I act according to my volition I was mistaken.<br /><br />The starkest truth I have come upon is that I am no different from the inferior creatures living in this world. With the enlightening methods of science, man has proved itself to be largely similar to other species thriving in this world. I found myself sharing the same universal instincts common among organic forms—I seek recognition, I thrive for status, I defend my territory, I protect my space, I select a mate, I rage, I fear, I destroy. The system of survival I am nevertheless subject for compliance.<br /><br />Despite these discoveries I’m stubborn to accept such insulting revelations about my real nature. Instead I run to the covers of my ego, proclaiming that I possess gifts no lower creatures have. Thankfully, with the light of science, man has regained its superiority. The ability to conjure a future, the capacity for imagination, the gift of creativity, the genius of improvised communication and the genius to do unimaginable wonders (plying god if I be allowed to use this notion of man), has all been exclusive of man.<br /><br />Still, for the most part of my life, I have lived like a zombie. Unconsciously I’m living an identity completely different from myself. I’m under the spell of a strange force that guides my every action and influence all my decisions in life. Invisible strings are manipulating my thought and body; I am a slave of my mind.<br /><br />From the day I was born, nature has weaved unto my being the necessary attributes to maximize the chances of my survival. My parents were my first vision of authority; home was my first source of experience. The “systems of survival” wired unto my brain has instructed me to mimic any perceived authority figures and adopt as valid all their discretions. As I emancipated, belief systems have also been hard-wired to serve as guide for my appropriate bearing.<br /><br />Now that I’m halfway of my life I felt a conflict within myself; I sense something has been left behind, a little voice within me begs for liberation. It has dawned on me that I was not in control of my life. I have been living in the shells of my physical realm and not within the depths of my soul. I am a puppet of circumstances surrounding me.<br /><br />In an effort to gain understanding I have ventured every school of thoughts man has established. The school of religion has always been sacred to me until I discovered its conflicting virtues. I believe in one God despite the many names man has labeled upon Him. What confused me though were the demarcations brought about by religion throughout the history of mankind; religious wars have spilled the blood of the innocent millions, all in the name of one God. I have come to believe that religion has been contaminated by the corruptible man. And so I have let go of my religion because I believe that God resides in the heart of man, not on any spiritual identifications. I need not know His name, labeling has been the means of my mind to gain understanding of things, and I resolve to not label anything that is beyond my understanding. God is love, and all He does is love.<br /><br />My disappointment of religion has brought me to another school of thought: philosophy. It’s amazing how man can tap the infinite if he can liberate himself from the shackles of his preconditioned lot in life. I have gained the wisdom of awareness; I have learned more about my true inner self. Still, being of limited understanding, I cannot find the caveat I was searching for.<br /><br />Finally, I seek answers in the reliable arms of Science. I was heavily convinced of its power in proving the state of all things. It has shed some light on the complex nature of the world I live in. I oftentimes referred science as the sorcery of the modern times because it has the power to create something out of a seeming nothing; and it can even interfere the natural flow of nature—science have erred in this application. Even street magicians employ the wonders science to fool their unsuspecting audience.<br /><br />Unfortunately science has limitations—just as every thought systems that spawned from the minds of man—and it has made a mistake in claiming sole authority of deciphering reality. Science has enabled my appropriate use of cynicism because it served as my tool in validating questions of objectivity.<br /><br />With all my efforts for enlightenment I have settled on the fact that the ultimate answer will never manifest from this existence. I came to acknowledge the limit of my own understanding. The reason for my existence is not to find meaning but rather to rediscover my true inner self. Only then will I be the embodiment of the meaning I am searching for.<br /><br />My perception of life has been the creation of my mind; I respond to life according to the conditions of my past: and since I was brought up in struggle and lack, the world as I see it adopts the same. My greatest question is: why did I allow it? Why has my consequential identification took precedence over my true self? Why have I followed the scripts of my mind and the betrayed my inner self.<br /><br />But burdening myself with these questions will gain me nothing. Instead I accepted what was, and with the realization of my awareness I have for the first time took the steering-wheel of my life. It was never easy; my mind has become my enemy. The more I defy the blueprints of my mind, the harder it is to maintain my sanity. The mind controls the body but the will manifests the soul, and the will is more powerful than the mind. With this wisdom I have learned not to resist my mind and enforced my will to shield the mind’s influence over my actions.<br /><br />There is a very thin line between life and death. I have realized this when a long friend of mine suddenly died. It is a mystery why people take life for granted, believing it is for eternity, unless they are nudged by tragedy. Most of my life I have complained; most of my life I have dreamed; most of my life I have embraced the vices of envy, jealousy, hate, judgment, prejudice, laziness and comparison. It is unfortunate I have allowed myself to wallow on these things that have degraded my soul.<br /><br />Life I discovered is about living, not complaining; it’s about learning, not resisting; it’s about accepting, not denying; it’s about discovering our divine self from our life-imposed identity. Everything in this world will unfold as it should and I have little or no influence in it. However I will rest at night knowing that I hold the choice of what will I become.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-89920337212436221242011-03-28T10:04:00.000-07:002011-03-28T10:15:46.399-07:00CONFLICT........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhReKAz3J4nsD_UUmPGPb8uVRSri9Y89TmzNGyYpJghyZrDYCVtZRhvpeLINAfgG4gH327vXoHOToLI42et8MqZ5HH3F5L5Kb_30kn5y1KDSYqrR-Cwv1Q-o7lWxoEMimEFJ-UoS-tNQrdF/s1600/th_GoodvsEvil.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 107px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhReKAz3J4nsD_UUmPGPb8uVRSri9Y89TmzNGyYpJghyZrDYCVtZRhvpeLINAfgG4gH327vXoHOToLI42et8MqZ5HH3F5L5Kb_30kn5y1KDSYqrR-Cwv1Q-o7lWxoEMimEFJ-UoS-tNQrdF/s320/th_GoodvsEvil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589180692153057154" /></a><br /><br /><br />Limited editions. Limited writers. Limited rights. How do we combat that? When the right talent is not in the right place. Movements, quits and hop-skip and jumps all over again. It becomes a cycle, a habit, an addiction. Even thinking and actions get restricted. A better way to improvise it…..let’s think, but not limit our ways. Thinking beyond imagination, looking beyond the reality and yes, the connection with words, circumstances and people.<br />How often does this take place? In my case, yes all the more. It starts with ignorance, negligence and rejection, humiliation a long way. Battling goes on in the mind. I can’t express, I hold back and I’m short of ideas. My thinking power reduces. Not because I can’t or don’t want to. It’s the suppression of dominance of experience over the amateurs. Taught great things, discussed and arriving at a point of decision is the final approval. I have no say, I can’t think better than this. Why a ‘NO’, just because I’m not at the level of superiority? Crap. My idea is better, why there is no way to extend and elaborate on it. Yours is all said and done. Innovation is far too long, I’m talking about the newness and ways of exploring the same thing. Execution is difficult, not impossible. I need words of acceptance and appreciation for the spontaneity I express. It’s about observation, vocabulary or just my imagination. Could be just anything.<br />I have although no connection or it’s not my job. But I need to communicate and contribute. It’s the way I feel, I think, I behave. The purity and genuineness of thoughts is what is lacking. Even if I’m wrong or the direction isn’t correct, I need an explanation of not being considered. I believe in sharing what I have and so exchange of ideas flow. We always tend to focus on our strengths, and lose focus on our weaknesses. A break through is needed. Why follow the system and rules, when those who have made it have no idea why it exists? It’s a question of we are not what you perceive, we have areas of concern that need to be brought so that we don’t get accumulated and jammed where growth gets stagnant. Rising above the expected; expectations lead to disappointment. Is this destiny or what I deserve? I don’t believe in luck or co-incidence. It’s just my faith in the Almighty that has worked out well. A plan in store, one direction I’m going to follow. <br />Battered from all sides, I’m the victim, the culprit and the savior. I’m managing time and always assure myself that all is going the right way. I didn’t want to disturb the cycle nor wanted to get into conflicts with the mind. Is it going to take place? God knows. And yes, how can I take it forward with the limited resources I have. I quit. I change. I suffer and live with it.<br />It’s time to change the perspective or wait for the right time. I’m confused, not directed and lose the opportunities that come my way. I get dragged into things I wouldn’t have done just in order to satisfy the gaps in my life. Frustrated need of the hour. Could be anything. And lose sight of the travel plan. That replacement isn’t perfect nor is it good for the yearning soul. Its effects are reaching out really fast and I’m left behind lost in the crowd of strangers. They can be friends, I doubt trusting them, I have become less sensitive to the needs that hurt me the most. I escape, run away and shape myself in a way that there is no hope for limited souls.<br />Yes, the conflict continues and waiting patiently and praying is what I can do for now. I start working towards that goal with the resources I have. How long is it going to take? Bitterness and all that criticism good up to a certain level, then it gets monotonous and I lose interest. Limited again by interests, span of life is limited, and so it makes me go weak and give up. Pay heed and listen to what I have to say. I need an acknowledgment for the doing all that thinking and writing! I have logic, thought and connection and all that is need in me to reach there! I don’t want to be the best or get ahead of you. So don’t be insecure, be glad to know I’m in your league and a true follower of you. I aspire for unlimited (w)rites simply because it has no substitute. It stands on its own! The license to think and write, I believe we all have the freedom to our writes!Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-32992804135350024672011-02-03T09:01:00.000-08:002011-03-18T04:57:46.061-07:00HAPPILY NEVER AFTER.......<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1caI-Brv8acVq3km9AmRKJrSQwtdxkK3Kvdr2nrYpHnKHkvb1_2M_1rX8D9YVS2DQU_suqFBKX3ZS_jS5MxwUlgOwUC8LOGtc249cwzxsBkGKEsQke2bp14Zmojf3Cg0TWWE8Q925oUj7/s1600/story_%257Ek0866421.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1caI-Brv8acVq3km9AmRKJrSQwtdxkK3Kvdr2nrYpHnKHkvb1_2M_1rX8D9YVS2DQU_suqFBKX3ZS_jS5MxwUlgOwUC8LOGtc249cwzxsBkGKEsQke2bp14Zmojf3Cg0TWWE8Q925oUj7/s320/story_%257Ek0866421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585346754016940610" /></a><br /><br />i know i know its been forever..but its much easier to maintain a journal than type thoughts that come faster than my speed.....(tht doesnt mean i type at snails pace)....<br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />.....its been a season of weddings and happiness and lots of its....which brings me to the over-rated yet under-talked "LOVE"......well actually not love-love........more like the aura and magic that it brings arnd it or so to say....<br /><br /> i was 5...barely able to read my words phonetically right...and i was introduced to the beautiful world of fairy tales...no it wasnt my mom...!!!!....i picked CINDERELLA off the library rack for its enchanting cover....as i read it...i dint contemplate being her but i did contemplate happy endings...always happy endings.....NO PRINCE(ok maybe a prince)...NO CASTLE(a mansion)....NO CROWN(shiny black sedan)...all i took from them was 'HAPPILY EVER AFTER'........<br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /> OH that first kiss!!!...that almost magical cure to every evil....it takes so many first kisses for us to realize that its the magical start to every evil....yet still we refuse to believe that there's isn't one of that kind for us...and that when its found...it'll last longer than others....<br /> The cynic in me pauses and falters every single time...<br /><br />“Romance” is subtly touted in our culture as the ultimate experience in an intimate relationship.?Romance is idealized in movies and books as the ecstasy of being “in love.” We can’t get enough (hugely profitable grocery counter tabloids) of which “stars” are currently “in love” with whom. And, it often does not matter (really) if the are married. Oh gosh, to be like that, to experience that. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?....<br /><br />... Romantic movies are often called “romantic comedies.” Ever wonder why they are so funny or why they should be? Or, at the other end, romantic movies are tragedies (Romeo and Juliet). How about the smaltzie “Bridges of Madison County” where the woman and man (Clint Eastwood) never get at the huge “emptiness” in their lives? Ever see a “real” romantic movie?.....<br /><br /><br />.... Romance is for mating. Sex (sexual union) is often the bottom line. The “chemistry” described in “romantic love” we are finding, is truly that – raw chemistry. Studies now show (just read this last week) that those “in love” have a high concentration of specific dorphins (chemicals) in their bodies. These are the chemicals found when animals are in “heat.”.....<br /><br />...I also believe that we run into 2-3 people in our life-time?where we experience this “chemistry.” I have no idea why this happens. There appears to be some attraction, based on a huge number of factors that stir our juices – literally. Interesting. But, doesn’t mean that I must jump into bed with this person. Maybe some animals do, however...........<br />.... A person seeking romance is?often someone?looking for a high. They want? to feel good. They expect they should feel good. They believe they should jump on something that feels good. They want the pill, the drug, the retreat, the experience that will take away their pain, their emptiness, their loneliness and make them feel good. Of course, it is only temporary. The nagging pain continually emerges and their eternal search for quelling the storm within seeks a new substance...........<br /><br />So, should you forget the cards, the notes, the special events I plan secretly for him/her, the I love yous and be cold, frigid and distant?......Maybe not....we love the high it gives.....the buttons it pushes....the memories it makes...and the passion it surrounds....<br /><br /><br />And for the fairy-tales....This time the princess saves the prince and does all the fighting and they live "HAPPILY EVER AFTER"........Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-8777158112118173342010-12-28T08:23:00.000-08:002010-12-28T20:41:35.836-08:00XMAS = FUSS??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQFszoU5vJcfZPksxoIauBgy8ukuLACTF1k8tCx9H5NtiWlluz0K7CKBkQZ2SlUEPUulHjC4KQQA9z7xpXF_AbjzW5c_yWiOPPzeYjhjmM6yv7A5o5LJxIvsAfnF1maoc3FsOlo3gFmko/s1600/90_03_36---Christmas-Decorations_web.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQFszoU5vJcfZPksxoIauBgy8ukuLACTF1k8tCx9H5NtiWlluz0K7CKBkQZ2SlUEPUulHjC4KQQA9z7xpXF_AbjzW5c_yWiOPPzeYjhjmM6yv7A5o5LJxIvsAfnF1maoc3FsOlo3gFmko/s320/90_03_36---Christmas-Decorations_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555791503588437058" /></a><br />I know its been forever that i wrote,its just that I suck at writing until i am thoroughly "INSPIRED"..which is almost a rarity!!!<br /><br />Morning papers are a joy!!....i almost wait for the 'sexpert' column at Bangalore mirror...I am no pervert...its just that people have very funny problems when it comes to sex...and its almost ironic considering we have the largest population !!!...<br /><br />So where was I,(I confess to A.D.D!!!)...MY MORNING PAPER..On the eve of xmas i read this article about how pubs were truly jingling their ka-ching as x-mas was nearing....its not like i genuinely had a prob(its not like anyone would care if i did)...i just felt like we christians were responsible for peoples drunkenness or for their urge to gulp beer down their gut until they cant feel the presence of any grey matter..I know we promote wine!!!but wine has far more relevance to us than what my non-christian majority in india can infer ....the only time my family drinks wine is at the altar in a very sacred moment ...Its just sad to see how misunderstood we are as a minority...<br /><br />SANTA....this is a topic i love!!!..i loved him as a kid and as i grew up i got more expensive gifts which almost met my growing demand and dissatisfaction ...until my parents had it and CONFESSED( P.S : I already knew that 3 yrs ago ...its greed)...it never hurt me he wasn't there...it just hurt that i wouldn't get presents anymore..and that's the same with every kid(christian or not).....as kids we equate Christmas to SANTA and as grownups its to PARTIES ,UNLIMITED BOOZE & Girls in dresses with dropping necklines and higher hemlines..Baubles, tinsel, snowmen and the sound of piped carols, wherever you are in the world, there is no getting away from Christmas....<br /><br />We've sort of mentally removed CHRIST out of CHRISTMAS.... most people are so busy trying to be politically correct that they are afraid to admit the real reason for the celebration. It seems like most individuals are more preoccupied with the man in the red suit and whether he makes it through their chimney on Christmas eve than anything else....Its all about SALES...Wearing something that would make heads turn...BIG AND MORE BIGG Xmas Trees...Parlour visits...Push-up Bra's...Fluffier Cakes...Red Green And White.....Jingle Bells...Air-Kisses..BIG TURKEY..PRETENTIOUS SMILES..Tailored Suits et-cetera et-cetera !!!<br /><br />The above activities aren't wrong...Nor do i despise them...I'd be a hypocrite if i did...Its just when all this happens minus CHRIST himself...You'd probably think I'm fussing way too much about Christmas...Have you ever wondered, what’s the big deal about Christmas?<br />The “big deal,” of course, is first, “the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us” (John 1:14). If we are to believe the biblical account, God became “incarnate” – took on human form, leaving the realm of heavenly perfection to immerse Himself in the world of flawed, sinful humanity.<br /><br /><br />Second, this baby – Jesus, the Son of God, whom Hebrews 1:3 describes as “…the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being…” – grew not only to become a great teacher and example, but ultimately the Savior of mankind, willfully dying for our sins on a cruel, torturous cross. “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8).<br /><br />And there’s a third reason: The first coming of Jesus more than 2,000 years ago was just the prelude, a promise of His second coming. He told His disciples, “…at that time they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near” (Luke 21:27-28).<br />So Christmas morning, as we sit near lighted trees and open festively wrapped gifts, we should pause to reflect on the real meaning of Christmas: not Santa Claus, not gifts, but Christ.<br />We celebrate because Jesus came – but we also celebrate because we know He’s coming again!<br />The universality of Christmas is not by human might or power, but by the spirit of God Himself, whose son's birthday, is celebrated that day. However, some factors are making the celebration of Christmas lose its spiritual meaning, as the season of divine peace and joy. These are its commercialisation, politicisation, poverty, wars, social and physical insecurity. It is good that both Christians and non-Christians celebrate Christmas. At least, let's have one thing that keep us all together - a reminder that we are all of one beginning irrespective of race, colour, location, belief, and orientation.<br /><br />Its a Sacred Day in our life's ...Its a time for forgiveness and a time for sharing..BOTH happiness and food....So if Mallya does a great job promoting his brew during Xmas and Hotels come out with Offers you cant say No to....Its not cause of Christmas...but cause they just need a reason to....<br /><br />MERRY CHRIST-CENTERED CHRISTMAS!!!!Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-19666874183580706112010-03-09T07:50:00.000-08:002010-03-09T08:53:21.434-08:00"FOOD" For Thought...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlXTA0lckALEO-X2ueqqY8_m5-mPUYKR6_BUo3nB-a2GJPfytO8XaOAqHE6WGGa8xSxhaMUcBwsvU15gm9EebYeJZA8y3FDEouRdKmRTkgZ10-LAP-xoLpAqI8SXp_RHyU9niFoP1Hdl3/s1600-h/Food+For+Thought+Logo+Reversed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlXTA0lckALEO-X2ueqqY8_m5-mPUYKR6_BUo3nB-a2GJPfytO8XaOAqHE6WGGa8xSxhaMUcBwsvU15gm9EebYeJZA8y3FDEouRdKmRTkgZ10-LAP-xoLpAqI8SXp_RHyU9niFoP1Hdl3/s320/Food+For+Thought+Logo+Reversed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446678074505544914" /></a><br />“Home sweet home,” you say to yourself as you step into your apartment. You are pretty soaked from the walk home in the rain(not the weather..ITS STRESS). Who knew it was going to be sunny in the morning, suddenly snowing at noon, and raining by the afternoon? “Damn ,” you mumble, as you take off your shoes and jacket quite lethargically...hopelessly rather ....<br /><br />You’re glad to be home, because it was just one of those laborious and stressful days in the work when nothing seemed to go your way.Your mom called about your Dad's health getting critical by the day.Your wife is pregnant for the 3rd time or that new girl at work "STOLE YOUR THUNDER"..Or your ex-gf has moved on(with a much richer guy) or your ex-bf found a sexier material to do every night....<br />It’s just one of those days.<br /><br />And now you’ve got the munchies.<br /><br />You walk towards the fridge and open it.<br /><br />”Crap,”<br />”I’m out of beer.”<br /><br />You stick your head in closer and scan the other parts of the fridge, including the freezer, hoping to find some other beverage or food that will be the remedy to your overall unimpressive day.<br /><br />A few of things you see:<br />1) Leftover pancakes from this morning’s breakfast<br />2) Leftover salad from yesterday’s dinner<br />3) Big slice of chocolate cake<br />4) Pie that was given by your ever-so loving neighbour<br />5) Leftover Chinese food from god-knows-when<br />6) A tub of vanilla ice cream and a packet of sausages<br /><br />“Score,” you say as you reach out to grab your food of choice. Because you know after you finish eating it, you will feel that much better – or at the very least, feel that much fuller.<br /><br /><br />***********************************************************************************<br />***********************************************************************************<br /><br /><br />Over-whelmed !!!!....thats exactly what i am...Trying to figure out what i want???...And when something that i wanted is happening,why am i not over-joyed..exactly the way i imagined??<br /><br />There's a little secret here...I listen to back-street boys and westlife and boyzone when over-whelmed...its not like i feel better but maybe i just start imagining circumstances where i'd be happier in...They are my secret-pick-me-up songs....<br /><br /> I'm feeling heavy and helpless...and i'm probably the best to camouflage it...and none,not even my self acclaimed know-it-all mom will see through my restlessness....i finished brushing my hair,chewing my nails and swallowing them,waxed my legs and tried every dish i hadn't tried before from "NIGELLA'S COOK BOOK"....She's like my saviour in times of distress or when i wanna cry and never find a shoulder to...sometimes all i require is a hug....and when i dont get it(which is way too often..thanks to the double coated shell around me),i run to find the same comfort from food....<br /><br />Comfort food i describe as something that can be relished all by myself..without the guilt of not sharing..and i'm filled with heavenly gratitude!!!!INSTANTLY!!!!!.....<br />It can be something as simple as bread with warm(comforting)full cream milk and castor for some crunch....Or as elaborate as cooking some biryani just to give you that sense of achievement when you especially feel worthless and love-lacked...<br /><br />I know none are remotely interested in my food for thought...but there's nothing more loyal(not even your dog) than food...cause it turns out just equal to the amount of effort you put in...Now thats the kind of math i get(without the x's and y's)...<br /><br />Picture it: you’ve just broken up. Eyes red from crying, you listen to "One is the Loneliest Number" on endless repeat; no matter what the season, every time you step outside it rains. In a daze, you stumble through your kitchen, and inexorably you are drawn to the freezer; to the third drawer down; to the ice cream. Of course the slightly freezer-burnt Mint Chocolate Chip tastes good, it always does, but with every creamy bite, you find yourself thinking—for the moment, at least—that everything is going to be okay.<br /><br />This all too familiar scenario is tied into a grand human tradition: comfort food. The fact that we seem to gravitate towards certain foods in times of grief is nothing new.The point is, our bodies clearly physically respond to comfort food, meaning your craving for Mac n’ Cheese after a funeral isn’t just in your head. People do a lot of unhealthy things trying to cope with pain and loss, from self-harm to drugs; in the grand scheme of things, eating some extra fat can’t be that bad, particularly when your body is telling you to. So when the need arises, don’t sit sadly in the rain or make good friends with a bottle. Instead, head to your freezer, grab that ice cream,bake a cake or try something new from that dust gathered cook book and indulge for a while!...Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-11174125109333228132010-03-08T03:16:00.000-08:002010-03-08T05:37:08.957-08:00FAIR IS LOVELY AND WHY....???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzJ46g3GKXEVtnz6KT6EK8w2c_g4QeBW8EPe7NCFuVwxsQjcrnkvArmd6cci74xZYrAlR7dnFrmiTHr5JEZ1jSSY9OBQWRWJYjQ185iH-PqLcHZ0isftyuECjYSpsGBqM-oVPsN9ddnzx/s1600-h/cheng2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzJ46g3GKXEVtnz6KT6EK8w2c_g4QeBW8EPe7NCFuVwxsQjcrnkvArmd6cci74xZYrAlR7dnFrmiTHr5JEZ1jSSY9OBQWRWJYjQ185iH-PqLcHZ0isftyuECjYSpsGBqM-oVPsN9ddnzx/s320/cheng2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446234532301935362" /></a><br /><>My strife to become fair and beautiful as wanted in the matrimonials started right at my mother's womb...Obviously i dint do the struggling(lucky me)....milk with saffron ,cherries,plums and everything my great grand-mom thought would make me "lovely" was pushed through my moms gut..cause everyone would be rather upset if i turned out dusky like my dad..its not like my parents cared.....they loved me from the moment i was conceived and i would be more than just "skin and hair"....<br /><br /> I was born comparatively fairer than the rest in my family...maybe 'twas the milk after-all....but all my super lovely and far more beautiful sister heard was "you've got great features...wish you had a little more colour(white is not even a colour...."...<br /> Is it like every mans fantasy to sleep with a blonde ???...or why else would it be so over-rated...this i dont know...Every-one is shallow....even the super rich who do not want to endorse fairness creams but are going paler and paler by the day,thanks to all the procedures they can afford....They are society hypocrites who not only want to take a stand but also cant do without it otherwise.....<br /><br />This is a sort of racism..Why are we being judged by attributes that i'm born into??..I'm indian,I'm short...I am particularly proud of myself and need not be questioned....what i can otherwise be questioned are choices that i have made over the years..and these are things you can judge me by...why judge my assets when you can judge my personality..we're just one hollow judgemental society that finds negativity every-where....<br /><br />Young men are no less at contributing to this kind of racism...they want a fair-saree wearing-hotshot-model material as their wife since the time they realize that that its testosterone that runs in their blood....even porn sites are filled with white-naked-women....whats with all the over-obsessed nature that drives them to become so shallow that they want a white-skinned-whore to a real true "COMPANION".......<br /><br />I sometimes even blame DISNEY for this unwarranted desire...every princess....every fairy...every-one of them is "SNOW-WHITE"...LITERALLY!!!...and they find a loving man of their dreams who fights against all odds to have her((BULL SHIT))...What with fairytales like sleeping beauty talking about “who is the fairest of them all” and Snow White and Barbie dolls becoming role models for little girls...I'm yet to find girls owning duskier barbies'. Right from our childhood the message is clear, and in later years it is only reinforced in many ways.....Its all fed in the sub-conscience....just like how we know good and bad...we also know who is better..... <br /><br />Have you ever heard of a man going under the knife to get his butt right..or his arms trimmed....its always a women getting a boob job OR her hymen fixed OR face-life OR Liposuctions....The number of procedures are infinite and they some-how only cater to women cause we're standardized to mere sex objects...And what makes us think we're never "GOOD ENOUGH"....growing up i always thought i had a BIG NOSE(i still think i do but a different one)....Try putting Angelina jolie's lips and Jennifer Anistons nose and Drew Barrymore's cheek together....They look almost Spastic!!!...We're in a way challenging GOD's artistic and creative skills.......<br /><br />I have nothing against the "FAIRER SEX"....or against those who use fairness creams...cause i use one myself(great sun-screen)....it will only help you sustain a tone that you already have and wont make no miracles happen.....but i feel horribly pathetic for those who are ashamed of being dusky and try rub their skins white just for "FIT IN" and be more desirable.....Strangely, how educated or affluent you are has no bearing on this prejudice.....Look anywhere and everywhere, there are blatant and subtle reinforcements that only fair is lovely....Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-47906379748022773102010-03-06T07:12:00.000-08:002010-03-06T09:03:43.144-08:00Why I Persevere To Be A "MAN".........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVTgJAn_CKBFU0UerTsomyppkpuCbJG0W6CD_UJIJKRFvNOIkP2WLqljwNx_TEWJNHIF8PwngGK9jzTQ930HXcJXZyItG9R0FAxGSx3xwJkvAnOPJAeDBrfehff0A3zaibcs3G8vvSH-J/s1600-h/empowered-woman_~vmo0012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVTgJAn_CKBFU0UerTsomyppkpuCbJG0W6CD_UJIJKRFvNOIkP2WLqljwNx_TEWJNHIF8PwngGK9jzTQ930HXcJXZyItG9R0FAxGSx3xwJkvAnOPJAeDBrfehff0A3zaibcs3G8vvSH-J/s320/empowered-woman_~vmo0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445566421213342514" /></a><br />Tomorrow is INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY...And being the cynic that I am ,I care less about yet another day to make your pockets lighter...And all this erky "FEEL-GOOD" makes me want to hold a "MAN"<if there is any> by his collar and tell him that we dont require a WOMEN'S DAY when there's isn't one for a MAN...I mean whats with all the stupendous amount of un-wanted ,un-deserved and un-necessary attention ???....<br /><br /> Throughout history women have strived for equality. The informal slogan of the Decade of Women became “Women do two-thirds of the world's work, receive 10 percent of the world's income and own 1 percent of the means of production” . Throughout the world the disparity of rights for women is immense.<br /><br /> The inequalities between girls and boys are evident prior to children beginning elementary school. Girls are made aware that they are unequal to boys as soon as they start. Even different behaviors are acceptable for boys than for girls, for instance. Every time students are seated or lined up by gender, teachers are affirming that girls and boys should be treated differently. Girls are praised for being neat, quiet, and calm, whereas boys are encouraged to think independently, be active and speak up. Girls are socialized in schools to recognize popularity as being important and learn that educational performance and ability are not as important.<br /><br />"Girls in grades six and seven rate being popular and well-liked as more important than being perceived as competent or independent. Boys, on the other hand, are more likely to rank independence and competence as more important"..<br /><br />I can even argue the above....Well, GOD made Adam and Eve...totally different...He expected them to be different and have certain strengths and weaknesses...And i feel neither have it easier...But some-how men put themselves as GOD...be it work...or Home..Here respect comes out of pity more than it being well-deserved....."She's a lady driver...let her pass"...or "She's a LADY-CEO....how cool is that??"......or "For a girl your a great player"...I DONT WANT PITY....I just want to be appreciated ..and not in comparison to anyone<MEN>...just plain APPRECIATED!!!!...How hard is it for so-called over-rated "MEN" to get the hint ???....well, it is hard since all they have is brawn and little or no-brain...from when did just being physically stronger make then own everything??..even the title of being the "HEAD OF THE FAMILY".....<br /><br />Women on the other hand love indulging themselves in this kind of self pity..Even me!!!..They have a more polished word for it...its called CHIVALRY!!!!...So its ok if he slapped me to shut me up...cause i wouldn't have otherwise...or, Its not called "RAPE",he's my husband after-all and all he wanted was to make some love.....OR...His work he so stressful that he comes home and abuses me in-front of our kids.....ITS ALL JUSTIFIED..!!!!!..CAUSE HE'S GOT A PENIS AND I HAVEN'T!!!!.....<br /><br />There is one set of standards that apply to men, and another set of standards that apply to women. This is evident in the home, workplace, and society in general. The problem of men and women not being equal can be traced back to the Declaration of Independence. The Declaration of Independence proclaimed that all men are created equal. There was no mention of women being equal, only men. At the time of the drafting of the document, the men had all the power. The document was even drafted by a man. Women were confined to the home to take care of the domestic housekeeping duties. Look no further than the home to see the first sign that men and women are not equal. The traditional role of the man was to work and the money he made would be used by all in the household. The traditional role of the woman was to stay home, take care of the children, clean the house, and cook. Because society has always associated money with power, the person bringing home the money had the power. The man often makes the final decision on all household matters because he has the money.<br /><br />The workplace is another place where men and women are not equal. The most obvious sign starts at the top. Look at the CEO of the corporation. The majority of CEOs are men. Women serving as CEOs are a rare sight. Another sign of the unfairness can also be found in the lower ranks. Men are often applauded for being assertive and giving orders. By giving orders, men are taking a leadership role. Demonstrating leadership ability is a quality that employers often look for. On the other hand, women who are assertive and give orders are not well liked in the work place. They are considered as bitches by men. For women to be well liked in the work place, they have to be subordinate to the men. The salary of men and women who do the exact same work differ. <br /><br />Secretaries, nurses, and maids are associated with women. Corporate executives, lawyers, doctors, politicians, and construction workers are associated with men. Society as a whole has also contributed to the problem. It starts at the hospital when a baby is born. Boys get blue blankets while girls get pink blankets. Toys are targeted at either boys or girls. Toys that are targeted at boys include trucks, blocks, guns, and soldiers. Toys that are targeted at girls include dolls, kitchen utensils, and doll houses. Boys are raised to be aggressive, tough, dominant, and daring. Girls are raised to be passive, emotional, sweet, and subordinate. The pattern continues on through marriage and beyond. A clear example of male dominance can be seen when a woman gets married. The woman would change her last name to that of the man's. She also loses her first name in some instances too. When a piece of mail is addressed to both parties, the name reads Mr. and Mrs. John Doe. The woman's name is not mentioned. Another example that men and women are not equal are the terms used to described the sexual habits of men and women. Men who are promiscuous are considered studs, macho, and manly. Men often boast about the many partners they have had. Women who are promiscuous are considered sluts, whores, and prostitutes. Women tend to hide the number of partners they have had. If a man has sex before marriage, he is getting experience and exploring his options. If a woman has sex before marriage, she is not considered pure, a quality often desired by men. There is clearly a double standard for men and woman for the same type of behavior. The problem of inequality between men and women started with the Declaration of Independence. Society has lived with this inequality for many years. It's impossible for society to change overnight. The problem will not and cannot disappear overnight. A lot of progress has been made over time but, more time is needed to finish what was started.<br /><br /><br />This can go on forever and we can only land up with dust until change happens at the grass-root level i.e home..until then all this is just HOLLOW TALK...!!!..There'd be EQUALITY only if there's just wasn't any talk about it and people would look above the differences....Thats one day i know i wont get to see in this life-time of mine... Till then..I dont need no compliment...or your money....nor do i need your crappy chivalry....i am complete as myself and need no big chested hairy man for it......Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-67729204124897864402010-01-31T09:47:00.000-08:002010-02-02T09:35:50.999-08:00GOD'S NOT A WISH-MASTER......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheP_wPdZqfZswlXsMZGPj0imK_SI8gNAkfXzcWwZIlqwdZ0IFXPR5fo-Z5CGOFJbkJ0dtn-4U_rriGnXHegRk5JchtCqEWWO2uztj8wkWaRX_TdKdhItGQgfbvPtvdu8pgwFU887TA9MUs/s1600-h/20050713.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheP_wPdZqfZswlXsMZGPj0imK_SI8gNAkfXzcWwZIlqwdZ0IFXPR5fo-Z5CGOFJbkJ0dtn-4U_rriGnXHegRk5JchtCqEWWO2uztj8wkWaRX_TdKdhItGQgfbvPtvdu8pgwFU887TA9MUs/s320/20050713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433701114816064914" /></a><br />God is the most harrowed person i can think of.....OUR-MAN takes blame for things he's not responsible for ...... he is made in-charge of everything...... is told to take control of situations........ answer prayers like a genie....... listens to everyday discussions about him from people who are trying to decipher him..... gets cursed for everyday affairs...... so he's definitely one hot topic of discussion.........<br /><br /> Knowing the un-known is man only sole motive in life.......and when he cant "know-it"...he comes to the conclusion that it just doesn't exist...... its like if he hadn't discovered gravity ...they'd say it just wouldn't exist...... its something like that with god...... so they come to the conclusion that ones supposedly a chance product of billions of chance collisions over billions of years.....And MAN thinks he's smart........<br /><br />Just once wouldn't you love for someone to simply show you the evidence for God's existence? No arm-twisting. No statements of, "You just have to believe."...Does God exist? The complexity of our planet points to a deliberate Designer who not only created our universe, but sustains it today.....<br />Whether one accepts the existence of God or not inevitably results in two basic world views.... Either we are the product of creation by God, or our origin is purely naturalistic, based soley on stochastic chemical processes devoid of the supernatural. ..<br /><br />So the first "evidence" of God's existence I would point out, is the testimony of those who even reject the existence of God....Consider two people stranded on a desert island........ One sees a footprint in the sand that doesn't belong to either of them. He then tells his friend that someone else has been there. "How do you know someone has been here?" says his friend, "Have you seen anyone else?" The man replies, "No, but I have found a footprint in the sand." His friend, being a skeptic, examines the "footprint" and says, "It could have just been made by the wind blowing the sand around." The man replied, "That's unlikely." But the skeptic said, "Well unless you show me the exact probability calculation of this not being made by the wind, I won't believe that it is a man's footprint."<br /><br />Thats exactly how stupid a self proclaimed ,know-it-all scientists are....They want evidence and proof to support a theory...while in the midst of it they've forgotten the very existence of "common-sense"..........Which also is God-given,which enables them to distinguish right from wrong...ever wondered how we "know-it"??.....How murder and adultery is wrong...we knew it even before spiritual books came into being......Its called GOD GIVEN CONSCIENCE....!!!...So do respect him if not praise him for being so wonderfully generous to us....and treat him to what he truely deserves and not some guy you pray to looking at the ceiling who makes your wishes come true if you've been a "GOOD -GUY".........<br /><br />I know i really went too far away from where i started....but some-how i couldn't contain myself....so GOD is so so so great that he cant contain himself to just being your Wish-master...... Cause thats not what you would define GOD to be.......He is far beyond your understanding and just should let go.....cause for somethings there is no clear conclusion.....Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-84746455662218878422010-01-26T07:26:00.000-08:002010-01-26T10:37:30.581-08:00SIEZE-SLEAZE.........SANT/SHAITAN????<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIuq-o1sAApAwTx9GU0LxFnVs9_a3u436W9-FEmi-9sZ4e87m0cXuPPonQuw41izYp_-2-piKA7j0je2ZwQGfZ5CDrMQb3G2WIFOgKZIchs_jOhFkYpUIolTwh6eGAoNOAlsyw_UzYx6L/s1600-h/rear-view-four_~u17761628.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIuq-o1sAApAwTx9GU0LxFnVs9_a3u436W9-FEmi-9sZ4e87m0cXuPPonQuw41izYp_-2-piKA7j0je2ZwQGfZ5CDrMQb3G2WIFOgKZIchs_jOhFkYpUIolTwh6eGAoNOAlsyw_UzYx6L/s320/rear-view-four_~u17761628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431118214516724498" /></a><br />Everyone's been talking about SANT SINGH CHATWAL on whether he deserved the PADMA AWARD at all....SANT OR SHAITAN i dont want to debate over it.....what i'm upset about is that where lies the credibility in these awards anymore....Those who felt proud over being bestowed with this high honor ....don't feel the same anymore.........<br /> <br /> Anupam Kher tweets about it saying.."For a long time when i used to pass d wall,where my framed PADMASHRI hangs,i had this peculiar sense of achievement.Ignore looking at it now"....on one side i was proud that these awards were given to well deserved sportsmen other than the usual cricketers eg.Mr.Bindra and the young Saina Nehwal...on the other hand i witness a mockery of the entire system.........<br /> <br /> I suppose there are two questions that come to mind. One is, is Chatwal merely a bad businessman, or an actual “crook”?...... He’s settled his debts to the IRS ($4 million), forfeited a building he owned that had a lien on it, and the $12 million loan he didn’t pay to the Bank of New York was eventually resolved in court (Chatwal had to pay $125,000)...... The Indian banks that had accused him of bank fraud eventually dropped the case against him. Chatwal’s lawyer puts it like this:<br /><br /> “The man came to this country, accumulated an empire, lost it during the time of real estate [softness], and has struggled and worked to try to pay off his debts,” said A. Mitchell Greene, Chatwal’s lawyer for 25 years...... “It has been a long battle, but he has cleared up all of his obligations, and in the process he is trying to accumulate his wealth again.”<br /><br />To my mind, he’s somewhere in between “failed investor” and “crook” (where “crook” admittedly isn’t so much meant as a legal term as it is a kind of moral judgment), partly because at the peak of his troubles he and his family continued to live pretty extravagantly — as if nothing were amiss....<br /> If only one would have witnessed his son(VICKRAM CHATWAL)'S wedding would they know what does INDULGENCE ,LUXURY AND EXTRAVAGANCE really mean.......Also how can one forget his support (both monetary and physically) for the hiliary CLINTON campaign ...and him rubbing shoulders with people i can only read about in the papers or watch on television......<br /><br />Lets stop the SANT-BASHING and look at it in a different perspective......He(Mr.Chatwal) has indeed provided employment to way too many can i can count...Also he does know the Elite round the globe(CLINTON ,OBAMA,TONY BLAIR ETC)........yet with all this i somehow cant convince myself into believing that what has happened is good....I some-how find our farmers who brave the cold to fill our stomachs' or those NSG's who had to fight, because our Intelligence failed far more deserving........<br /><br />On this Re-public Day all i wish for is that we be proud of our country for a reason....and not cause our we just love saying it.....and really acknowledge a TRUE HERO...if ever we come across one........<br /><br /> HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY......Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-14755682928250622332010-01-21T01:09:00.000-08:002010-01-21T02:05:50.167-08:00Art of COMPROMISE........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vwOR0sFbkaiPI9l-_6K8QXy8GHY0VKGcRYUz-X8rvf5wxevUKwNYSXQ3IcNe8PdDV1m_fxw4f-4a2bbXqs6PXECKoGDExWmzaOgJX_2_h-VRCzbegPVKKMJwq-9MNizZuwInrk9lSBaW/s1600-h/compromise-donkey.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vwOR0sFbkaiPI9l-_6K8QXy8GHY0VKGcRYUz-X8rvf5wxevUKwNYSXQ3IcNe8PdDV1m_fxw4f-4a2bbXqs6PXECKoGDExWmzaOgJX_2_h-VRCzbegPVKKMJwq-9MNizZuwInrk9lSBaW/s320/compromise-donkey.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429130018569631330" /></a><br />Why does India have such low divorce rate???............No its not the freaking Indian culture.......Or the suppressed nature of the Indian WOMAN......its the ART OF COMPROMISE.....<br /> Indians learn it from the day their born........think about it.......You'd probably like to have been born in a single ,maybe AC room.......but you were born in a shared suite.......You like the pram with polka dots........but you got the one already used by your elder brother.........You wanted to go "THIS" school....but had to go to that cause your "DAD" knew the trustee.......and you had to travel those dirty filthy streets ruled by the cows.....cause you don't how it would be otherwise.........You wanted to learn photography.......but had to become a doctor ....You wanted to marry the love of your life(from another faith)...but married the no-so-good-looking housewife material.....there were no two ways to it.........<br /> And this my friend is "COMPROMISE"...........kids in the US would sue the govt for dirty roads........or their parents for not having spared the rod........or killed to get into that college.........so when they don't get a wife that made good dinner or knew how to work the laundry......Its DIVORCE BABY!!!!........cause i don't have the time and patience for you rather i want the best......and there's just no room for compromise..........<br /> The "<span style="font-style:italic;">CHALTA HAI</span>" attitude is what we grow up with.......The good part is that we're far more understanding and adjusting........but that is also whats totally wrong in our programming..........we settle for lower than we deserve........i mean,we definitely deserve cleaner and safer neighborhoods .....and better infrastructure........and well behaved politicians .....and people welcoming newer ideas......And girls feeling safer at 3 a.m..........BUT NO!!!!........we shall compromise.........cause this is what the state can do for us......who am I to care???.....i rather bribe the cop for less than pay him to get a receipt.........its much easier to get my land registered in a days time with a little "UNDER THE TABLE" money.....why complain about the rape ??that guy is ready to marry my daughter after-all!!!..why make it a big issue cause they can kill me....??...I cant be wasting money over a CASE.....I'd get myself into trouble if I stood as witness....I'd rather live with that lie!!!....Its ok if he's not using a condom tonight......This is what we live with...........Since we cant expect them to.........rather we never expect..........so we change our ways and mould ourselves to their desirability.............<br /> But when a "<span style="font-style:italic;">DESI BABU</span>" goes phoren(foreign).....things change drastically dont they???........no littering on the streets cause of the hefty fine......and wearing your seat belts, also making sure that your passengers are wearing them as well......no trashing in the parks....and if you've not got a condom...we're not doing it tonight honey!!!!!......sensibilities change quite drastically right???...WEIRD...!!!.........<br /> So really there's is nothing very ethical or moral or great about our low divorce rates...........Its just that we Indians love to take "crap" in its purest form!!!.....and don't really regret about it.....Its just how our coding works........and how we're pre-programmed from before we're born.........its COMPROMISE!!!!.........Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-27864317363362369502010-01-15T12:06:00.000-08:002010-01-15T13:34:35.943-08:00"FLAT"-TERY...........screw you......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsnJCzJFlBQN3yp6Q1dIXhuErSOZI08LnKVKtXXRem66UdlJ5TxT7jqZDvwSKVruQ8qd7Nx9X3hIVvKYDvuD_zn872vFqI__QqTRxczHazpqBHmJb1l6nY1sQ9PRw0efcrb24VYtc2bdt/s1600-h/gdo0018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsnJCzJFlBQN3yp6Q1dIXhuErSOZI08LnKVKtXXRem66UdlJ5TxT7jqZDvwSKVruQ8qd7Nx9X3hIVvKYDvuD_zn872vFqI__QqTRxczHazpqBHmJb1l6nY1sQ9PRw0efcrb24VYtc2bdt/s320/gdo0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427082377250702354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"YOU LOOK LIKE A STUNNER"............"THANK YOU"*blush blush*........THANK YOU???........Dont you already know your looking good??...........Why did you put all that effort for........to look "that" certain way......Right or Wrong???.............i know i'm right......So the next time some-one compliments......its better to use the not-so modest phrase.."IKNOW THAT ALREADY".......cause all he/she did was, REMIND!!!!.....<br /><br /><br />Why do you really require assurance ???....rather RE-assurance.........People are often more worried about how they look THAN THEY LIKE TO ADMIT......But this doesn't really mean they are in "VAIN"...Vanity means having too much pride in the way you look ......But "VANITY-NO-APOLOGIES"...cliched i know......but makes so much more sense than acting like a total idiot with all the blushing and rosy cheeks.......so next time someone compliments.......be sure not to say a thank-you.......cause all your doing is thanking him for having NOTICED.........Are you really attention deficit after-all???<br /><br /> Don't get me wrong........I am not saying looking good is bad thing.........Its way important than my understanding at a very sub-conscience level..... The most popular people in school and college were "non-brainer-seductive-yummies".........but thats just such a stereotype....Most people think its the "not-so good-looking" that have issues.........but when was the last time you took a blonde seriously???.........All i'm saying is its just way too over-rated than where it really deserves to be.........<br /><br /> Pressure on the already pressurised!!!!......So, lets define attractive???....hmmm.....but doesnt that depend on perspective..???....eg-Paris wants skin and bones.......while south india says its OVER-HEALTHY(or larger surface area) all the way !!!!.....so really there's just no clear de-mark ............Thats definately some reason not to be shallow.......!!!!.....cause what you find attractive.......is loathed by the rest........So just STOP DEFINING IT....if you're(think you're) smart!!!!!.......<br /> <br /> I'm fat......... I'm too skinny..... I'd be happy if I were taller...... shorter, had curly hair, straight hair......... a smaller nose..... bigger muscles.... longer legs............You cant change what you dont have but can definately ENHANCE WHAT YOU DO!!!.........And do it not so that some-one will notice you, but rather.....JUST FOR YOURSELF!!!!.....Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-33744750500752372702010-01-14T12:35:00.000-08:002010-01-18T07:37:27.718-08:00Why B.S.B turned GAY........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mrQwrOoIn1i4A_faaRUDC1-CZz_vfb4HMFNSINEowXR1zPjy7i198QuxhCL4xFLPxUwwQpj7k_XSrqvIa0PZTJGyXxdcd6BsQHLORAXCMvnBiUkftzpONxAo0DgStYENh9U0y1c-edqj/s1600-h/_2005_11+November_10_pictures_05B+%28aqua%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mrQwrOoIn1i4A_faaRUDC1-CZz_vfb4HMFNSINEowXR1zPjy7i198QuxhCL4xFLPxUwwQpj7k_XSrqvIa0PZTJGyXxdcd6BsQHLORAXCMvnBiUkftzpONxAo0DgStYENh9U0y1c-edqj/s320/_2005_11+November_10_pictures_05B+%28aqua%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428102032524449106" border="0" /></a><br />Lets go a way back in time...........precisely 2nd grade.........except hindi songs we knew at the tip of our tongues .....thanks to our parents taking us to every hindi movie possible.......AQUA was the "IN" thing........pressure to follow whats "IN" started then....."Barbie Girl" and "Dr.jones" being my favourites...!!!.<br /><br />By the time i reached 5th grade......the focus had turned to B.S.B aka Backstreet boys,Westlife,...maybe spice girls........you get the point.......girls loved oogling over boy-bands and guys loved the LEGS!!!.......also somewhere in between we had our favourites in britney spears and Celien Dion etc etc..........I hummed them thinking of my crush..and what we'd do when.......and the way he'd react.....even sometimes dance with him."BALL DANCE" to be precise.......<br /><br />And then came HIGH SCHOOL!!!........The time where you just couldn't afford to be un-cool.........lingo's changed and so did genre's ........what was awful earlier suddenly became a norm............and i jus had to learn those lyrics!!!....RAP i meant.....Hated it...........But did it......Foul language was cool and Eminem topped the charts with his dirty business.....<br /><br />And now that i'm in college(forever in college)......i desire rock.........and this i truely desire.......no pretense what-so-ever.......from Dream Theatre to Deep Purple to Van Halen..........Vintage to Modern..........everything...........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZnh0XO9Q2a2LmnOSZoY4ewZW2LijirBy5XFuJF2PHgW2vE2NXRCQij4FesRiNbVdflqiRCUmIZZTvD9tE8ARYfjEzXKBJ7fYaz3_KrcbKTii4LJwM8Op5WFRR3ecWJBM6C8syDSWsJSV/s1600-h/dream-theater.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZnh0XO9Q2a2LmnOSZoY4ewZW2LijirBy5XFuJF2PHgW2vE2NXRCQij4FesRiNbVdflqiRCUmIZZTvD9tE8ARYfjEzXKBJ7fYaz3_KrcbKTii4LJwM8Op5WFRR3ecWJBM6C8syDSWsJSV/s320/dream-theater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428102509629067266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I know i bored you with what i liked when......But i somehow dont understand that when everyone pretty much goes through the same stages why does one deny that they hated these genre's when they are so NOSTALGIC..........i remember stupid crushes i had then...sometimes almost feel the same way when heard again..........all i'm concerned about is being a total hippocrate over trivial issues like these.......what are we worried about??........being judged??.and worse ,if we cant tell the truth why loathe them when you secretly still do love them.......why is it gay???.......Why does every-one wanna fit in this bad??.......Somehow difficult to get,yet everyone ,inclusive of me ,have done it.........and still do........ Difficult yet so worth it.........So......<br /><br /><br />I HEART BACK-STREET BOYS!!!!!Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-72201530596163808222010-01-14T07:13:00.000-08:002010-01-14T08:55:33.882-08:00CATASTROPHES........hmmm.....really???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPgGPqAGBq8GEn0dXbp9p5xvxlb9p2KZejRKlQv8wLV64Hgm5mE8iuYwOXqBVIufgreGhlxnh-KVRn-jyUfx7uzTBmJnDmfDapXpTZMCK7pVJFYRQnlj-FiFzbW-1wOzlQ_SIjB6t-YiU/s1600-h/1826301.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPgGPqAGBq8GEn0dXbp9p5xvxlb9p2KZejRKlQv8wLV64Hgm5mE8iuYwOXqBVIufgreGhlxnh-KVRn-jyUfx7uzTBmJnDmfDapXpTZMCK7pVJFYRQnlj-FiFzbW-1wOzlQ_SIjB6t-YiU/s320/1826301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426635653907533986" border="0" /></a><br />Tsunami's , Earthquakes , Volcanoes ....and the recent HAITI-QUAKE.......there's nothing gathering more attention than natural disaster itself........Words like global warming and GO-GREEN and RELIEF follow close behind......but really, is natural disaster that bad???<br /> Everyone is so overwhelmed after disaster strikes, even if your not even remotely related and effected by it.......yet there's a sense of grief one thats shared beyond communities,giving them topics of discussion for days.............so in a way its maybe not all that bad........<br /> <br /> Tragedy has a way of visiting those who can bear it least....And HAITI stands example to this......and so many others as well.......but what people dont see is how relief to this country has gathered a sense of knowing and sort of like an united goal..........this apocalyptic earth-quake may be "cruel and incomprehensible" as Barack Obama puts it, ....BUT what do you comprehend of this sense of optimism shared by ALL...........PRAYERS,CAMPAIGNS ,CANDLE-LIT MARCHES.....POSTERS.....BANNERS..........USED CLOTHES AND BLANKETS........MONEY...........FOOD...........all this effort breaking barriers makes one good soap-opera.....except that here's we're dealing with LIFE.....rather DEATH..........<br /><br /> Have you noticed how when one part of the world is under crisis ,everyone is so glued to the television.........or discussing it through the day........to recollect,its more like a great 3-D movie with special effect ,and us relishing a big bucket of pop-corn ..... sounds disgusting.....yet so true......denying its very existence.......human nature being excuse...........<br /><br /> At an Apologetic seminar i once learnt that GOD made the perfect earth possible.........So to balance it from all the harm man is doing.....DISASTER strikes......hmmm........lets analyse........its more like........when you eat out of your limits for a day.........your body balances it by inducing vomit or diarrhea ......the earth does the same ...........but just a little differently.......and with these(calamities) happening so close apart one can only say that Earth is getting TOO FULL-TOO FAST...........and before you know its EVERY-DAY!!!!!.....But you don't realize that when your sick.....your getting attention you love.......also people who hate you ,some-how show concern, if not worry........and if your dying......even your estranged enemy will come to see you........Its sort of like that will calamities...........The bigger it is.........the closer people get......just to ACCELERATE RECOVERY.......<br /><div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br /> I know all this is easy for me since i'm on the other-side of it.......also i've not come close to experiencing misery the way their living it........so all i can do is analyse for a couple of days and forget it happened......but what it sometimes does is create bonds that were never meant to be other-wise........crazy right??!!........<br /><br /> "GOD BLESS HAITI AND ITS SURVIVORS..........."<br /><br /></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7021237181173151166.post-6223221665759537432010-01-13T03:01:00.000-08:002010-01-14T04:32:36.757-08:00'CRUSH'-ED!!!!.......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjlsn1SzlaSSaY7kKYG54o9WuC67fTEN7DQbvnNafUAp2yHr7PEUyEo-U7gvNRSwFttTgWakO4GiIEDg982luT4QEE1KjunS5PiRM9kXD2aLjgIVGCoGtq0qQr7rGjUUFncIslVR1Tf5V/s1600-h/x18954986.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjlsn1SzlaSSaY7kKYG54o9WuC67fTEN7DQbvnNafUAp2yHr7PEUyEo-U7gvNRSwFttTgWakO4GiIEDg982luT4QEE1KjunS5PiRM9kXD2aLjgIVGCoGtq0qQr7rGjUUFncIslVR1Tf5V/s320/x18954986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426188244927588642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />oh my goodness lord.........why why and WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LOOK SO PERFECT!!!.......i know i'm 21.....and i know i'm too old for crushes and infatuation and all that crap.......but i just cant hold myself from doing that......even while writing this i'm drooling (literally) on your picture.......i really cant help !!!!......I'M LOVING IT......<br /> How can i forget the first time u called MY NAME!!!........i mean my name sounds so much better off your mouth....and the first time you laughed at my joke.......(i cant crack one for nuts)...or that once when you accidently fell laughing over my shoulder while watching THAT movie....OUR MOVIE!!!......sometimes i jusT dont get it.......i act so stupid around you.....i say things i wont say otherwise......and regret!!!!....like a millions times over and over again!!!!......<br /> Its almost impossible to be ME around you....I'M A TOTAL IDIOT!!!!....i laugh without reason(and regret)......and wish you talked to me more(and regret).....they say a crush is harmless bt mr.perfect prince charming......its totally INTOXICATING!!!!<br /> I know for a fact that i cant have U.......wait a min....!!.......why cant i after-all??....i think "I LOOK WAAAYY!!(express high-way)BETTER THAN ALL HIS EX'S"(if thats what they'd call those lucky chosen ones who got to kiss him)......KISS HIM........**SIGH**........they look so yummy and edible(lips)......and i can practically bite them off( bad bad ,super bad girl!!!)......and that looooong neck........lets just not get there........sheesh........crushing is so unhealthy.......CANT HAVE HIM ,CANT LIVE OTHER-WISE.....okie thats a big EXAGGERATION !!!!!........but yeah.......what-ever!!!!.......<br /> I LOOOOVE U ....AND i will until i start this over with some-one else and i'll feel totally foolish about YOU...........TILL then............. i SUPER-DOOPER HEAD -OVER HEELS CRUSH YOU....with all my naughty ideas..........MUAH...... ;)Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11340720545250614430noreply@blogger.com0