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QUOTATIONS ON SEXAesop (620 BC - 560 BC)
HOW WILL A MAN KNOW??To really love a woman, let her hold you, till you know how she needs to be touched.
You've gotta breathe her, really taste her, till you can feel her in your blood.
Then when you can see your unborn children in her eyes, you'll know you really love a woman....
LOVE IS MORE POWERFUL THAN SEX
~ Robert Roy Britt, LiveScience Senior WriterSex and romance may seem inextricably linked, but the human brain clearly distinguishes between the two, according to a new study. The upshot: Love is the more powerful emotion.The study also revealed that as a romance matures, so does the mind. "Romantic love is one of the most powerful of all human experiences," said study member Helen Fisher, an anthropologist at Rutgers University. "It is definitely more powerful than the sex drive." Fisher said the study might suggest some of the physiology of stalking behavior. Other studies suggest that up to 40 percent of people who are rejected in love slip into clinical depression, she said. "Rejected men and women in societies around the world sometimes kill themselves or someone else," Fisher said. Interesting: The Origin of Sex: Cosmic Solution to Ancient Mystery EROTICA ~ SHORT STORYUnderstanding dawned and he reached for me. I stepped to him, between his legs, and let him look his fill. "Do you always need a whip?" he asked softly, meeting my eyes. WELCOME ONBOARDTake note of other passengers, some would be at cloud 9 fantasizing their adventure at next destination, some would be worrying about the next day's meeting, some couldn’t be bothered about anything at all & started to doze off, some would even be busy praying for safe landing.......... Turbulence may occur during the flight, maybe an annoyance sitting next to noisy kids or snoring passengers, maybe a lucky acquaintance with someone beautiful? It all matters in taking the chance by boarding a plane, not so much about the journey reaching the destination which is beyond our control. Only heaven knows if it’s going to be a safe flight, a suicidal crash or even a possible hijack!! Nothing is certain in this world, except death & taxes, as the insurance agents always quote. Be glad you didn’t miss the plane, because there are still many others who have never experienced the wondrous feeling of flying. Some could have sentenced themselves for life the phobia about flying after bad experiences. Their choice! Same applies to Love.
March 25 7:34 PM I LOVE YOU? I LOVE YOU NOT?"Love you, CK", "Miss you, James", "Hello my darling Juvin............"
It's so easy to express flirtatious but sincere affection for friends. But when it comes to someone with ulterior motives, I find it a lump in my throat, especially after someone has confessed to me that his "I love you" was merely illusory. I am glad we have cleared our confusion of where we were heading.................No Where!! Someone else told me that if he says "I love you" to the one he loves everyday, the words would have lost their meanings. He was right at some points, some would have said it without meaning it, a customary greeting, something we think it would be offensive if we don't say it. On the contrary, some receivers would have taken it for granted. Some deaf ears. Some blind hearts. Don’t simply say it when you don’t mean it or rather say it with actions which speak louder! TRIP TO KUBAH NATIONAL PARK & MATANG WILDLIFE CENTREApparently our biological body alarms have disallowed us to enjoy late wake up even on public holidays since Cher has entered Primary School. So instead of wasting such a seemingly beautiful morning, I embraced the Sun & a strong urge striked me to do something I have always wanted to do ~ be wild for a day!! We hurriedly gathered ourselves & headed to Kubah National Park & Matang Wildlife Centre after breakfast. Another new era I have found in myself, the love of driving long distance with good companionship. Unfortunately the sudden heavy 'mountain' rain has taken away most of the fun, otherwise we could have taken more pictures of what Mother Nature has given us... Sigh!!! What disappointed me was my nephew, Joe's grumbling about the workout. A city boy who prefers to be at home watching Astro cartoons & playing computer games!! Mom's always the greatest, despite the pain in her legs, she took part in our last-minute event of the day without humming a word!! (thanks mom!!) But I know she's glad she did it anyway! Cher enjoyed every minute of it, except for Ah Tan's part!! She freaked out when Ah Tan fell in love with me at 1st sight, grabbed hold tightly onto me, refusing to let go of me!! The passionate look in his eyes, oh, ah, when will I ever find this in a man again????? Hahahaha.......... Kubah National Park & Matang Wildlife Centre ; our pictures at Kubah National Park & Matang Wildlife Centre Ah Tan = Orangutan
ANOTHER SCAMA week ago, Captain Eric Duncan, an US military Captain serving in Iraq chatted up with me. I remember someone has always reminded me not to be enticed by one's appearance, somehow I took the chance when Captain showed me 3 pictures of his - Wowww was my 1st expression!! But too bad I failed to get him to send me his pictures. After finding out my 'marital eligibility', 'ignorance' & 'sincerity', he has finally 'convinced' that I was trustworthy to be extended his PLAN for us - he wanted me to safe-keep his 'treasure ~ USD8mil' found during a bomb squad in Iraq by proposing an immediate matrimony as soon as we meet. Impressed by his almost-convincing biography & stories about the war, I started to enjoy the game..... He wrote good English but when he called me, I couldn't understand a word he spoke. "Is he an Iraqi? He doesn't sound like an American at all!!!"
Click here to see Scam fax, airbill & money pic THE BLOGGERS' AWARDS GO TO..............
SCAM???From Mr Larry Abel Peters International Commercial Bank Ltd. Accra, Ghana Auditing & Accounting Department Reply To My private email larrypeters0@yahoo.com Dear Friend, I wish this my proposal will not come to you as a surprise I am Mr Abel Peters,a Regional Director of ICB Bank Accra Ghana. (Economic community of West African Bank) with regional Office here in Accra Ghana. We had a foreign client,who used to work with Shell International Republic of Ghana,he deposited a huge amount of $4.5m(Four million five hundred thousand United States Dollars),with our Bank. Eventually this client, died on the 21st of April 2001,our client, his wife and their children were involved in a car accident along Kara-Sokode expressway while arriving from a Holiday to Accra Ghana. A situation I have monitored closely with my position in the Bank. Now, having monitored this deposit and managed it over the years before his death, and hence nobody has showed up as the next of kin for the past three years plus, I have removed the file to my private vault. I seek your consent to present as the next of kin to the deceased, so that the proceeds of this account can be paid to you. I now solicit for your assistance to present you as the next of kin as every other arrangement has being concluded by me and I am only waiting for a foreigner to enable me move the fund to his designated foreign bank account in his country. This does not have any risk attached to it as all the internal documentations will be handled by me. I therefore request you to confirm your interest by a return message and I will furnish you with details but do not forget to keep top secret. you will be entitled to 30% of the total sum as gratification, while 5% will be set aside to take care of expenses that may arise during the time of transfer and also telephone/fax bills, and 65% will be for me and my partner. I look forward to hearing from you immediately you receive this message. and reply me on this my private email larrypeters0@yahoo.com Best Regards, Mr Larry Abel Peters CHER'S FIRST SOLO TRAVELI've learned I'm only a mean of transportation,
I've learned not to make her my clone,
I've learned she's growing into a unique individual, I've learned she'll soon live her own life & have her own beliefs,
I've learned she'll soon outsmart me & start teaching me what to do,
I've learned a reason for my existence in this world.....
WHAT HAVE WE PLANTED?A successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to chose a successor to take over the business. Instead of choosing one of his directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together. "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO," he said. "I have decided to choose one of you." The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. "I am going to give each one of you a seed today - a very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO." One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Every day, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure. Six months went by - still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however. He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - he so wanted the seed to grow. A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick at his stomach. It was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful--in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed. A few felt sorry for him! When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives. Jim just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!" All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the financial director to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!" When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed. Jim told him the story. The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "Here is your next Chief Executive! His name is Jim!" Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new CEO the others said? Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to Me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. "When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive!"
If you plant honesty, you will reap trust. If you plant goodness, you will reap friends. If you plant humility, you will reap greatness. If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment. If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective. If you plant hard work, you will reap success. If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation.
So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later. TEARDROPS ON MY GUITAR ~ BY TAYLOR SWIFTDrew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see ARE YOU A FAIR-WEATHER FRIEND TOO??She said, “I’ve been in pain all day….. I ran out of pills. I’ve been stranded in bed and nobody cares!” I said defensively, “Why didn’t you call me?” She said, “I asked your brother, but he forgot! I’ve been waiting for him to return all day. What am I supposed to do? I can barely walk. I feel so deserted!” At this point I exploded. My fuse was also very short that day. I was angry that she hadn’t called me. I was furious that she was blaming me when I didn’t even know she was in pain. After exchanging a few harsh words, I headed for the door. I was tired, irritable, and had heard enough. We had both reached our limits. Then something started to happen that would change my life. Bonnie said, “Stop, please don’t leave. This is when I need you the most. I’m in pain. I haven’t slept in days. Please listen to me.” I stopped for a moment to listen She said, “John Gray, you’re a fair-weather friend! As long as I’m sweet, loving Bonnie you are here for me, but as soon as I’m not, you walk right out that door.” Then she paused, and her eyes filled up with tears. As her tone shifted she said, “Right now I’m in pain. I have nothing to give, this is when I need you the most. Please, come over here and hold me. You don’t have to say anything. I just need to feel your arms around me. Please don’t go.” I walked over and silently held her. She wept in my arms. After a few minutes, she thanked me for not leaving. She told me that she just needed to feel me holding her. At that moment I started to realize the real meaning of love – unconditional love. I had always thought of myself as a loving person. But she was right. I had been a fair-weather friend. As long as she was happy and nice, I loved back. But if she was unhappy or upset, I would feel blamed and then argue or distance myself. That day, for the first time, I didn’t leave her. I stayed, and it felt great. I succeeded in giving to her when she really needed me. This felt like real love. Caring for another person. Trusting in our love. Being there at her hour of need. I marveled at how easy it was for me to support her when I was shown the way. How had I missed this? She just needed me to go over and hold her. Another woman would have instinctively known what Bonnie needed. But as a man, I didn’t know that touching, holding, and listening were so important to her. By recognizing these differences I began to learn a new way of relating to my wife. I would have never believed we could resolve conflict so easily. (Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus ~ John Gray) PRUNINGBy Fr. Nil Guillemette, S. J.
“You monster!” she cried out. “Aren’t you ashamed of what you’re doing? don’t you have the least shred of decency left in you?”
Naturally Emile was taken aback by this sudden outburst. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“I mean,” answered Yvonne in a tone of exasperation, “why do you keep on hacking at us year after year with that pruning knife of yours? Don’t you know how much you hurt us? Don’t you have any pity for your victims?”
“But – but I do it for your own good!” Emile replied. “If I didn’t prune you annually, you’d turn out to be failures.”
“What do you mean?” Yvonne enquired incredulously. “I mean that the wine you’d produce would be thin, watery wine.”
“And why would that be, please tell me?” the vine asked in an arrogant tone. “Well,” answered Emile with a visible effort at being patient, “it’s like this. A pruned vine produces fewer, but better grapes, grapes of greater maturity and greater potential. You are, when a grapevine is too successful and produces too many grapes (what we call ‘over-cropping’ in grape industry), it disperses its energies in all direction, as it were, and the result is a big crop of scrawny, weak grapes. On the other hand, by reducing the number of clusters of grapes, all the sap concentrates on a few clusters and enables these to put out big, luscious grapes.”
“Do you mean to say,” Yvonne queried in a tone of voice heavy with irony, “that by just lashing away at us, with the careless abandon of a drunk swordsman, you can attain such marvelous results?”
“Not at all,” Emile replied placatingly. “Pruning is an art, and the skilled vinedresser will know how to prune each type of vine, because each type of grape requires its own special care. And, furthermore, each vine will need special attention. to ensure the best quality from the grapes, the vinedresser must vary the number of spurs or stumps on each vine. For example, if he is pruning the Chenin Blanc vine, he will not allow ore than twelve spurs, whereas if he is tending the Colombard grape, he will allow fourteen. In general, the rule of this art is that the vine which is pruned more produces the larger grapes.”
Yvonne listened to these explanations with undisguised irritation. Did this barbaric Human think that he could camouflage his sadistic practices with such scientific mumbo jumbo?
“Hogwash!” she cried out. “I don’t believe a word of what you’re saying. And to prove once and for all that I’m right and you’re wrong, I dare you to accept this challenge: don’t prune me this year, and let’s see what the results will be.”
Emile was horrified by her proposal, for it meant disaster for his beloved vine. However, since she was obviously bent on carrying out this absurd experiment, he decided to humor her for this once – or else she would allow her perpetual crankiness to embitter her so much that her grapes would turn sour and produce vinegar in the end!
“Very well,” he said reluctantly, “no pruning for you this year. But I’m telling you: you’ll regret it, my dear.”
Thus every vine of the vineyard was pruned that year except Yvonne. Then summer came, with its alternating spells of rain and sunshine. While the other vines grew just a few clusters of grapes, Yvonne produced a dense thicket of clusters such as the vineyard had never seen before. And how proud she was of this luxuriance! How much she taunted her sisters, whose sparse and almost naked spurs seemed like grotesque stumps compared to her lavish growth!
As summer progressed, however, Yvonne began to notice a strange phenomenon. Although she was bearing a fantastic number of clusters, none of them was really flourishing: all their grapes were undersized, anemic, and dwarfish. And she could feel their pulp was watery, without any real substance inside. Naturally, she tried to reassure herself that this was just a temporary condition and that, with the golden days of August5, things would normalize themselves. Unfortunately for her, they didn’t. And when harvest time came, she had to admit that her crop of grapes was a total failure: not a single one of her clusters could be used for the year’s vintage.
“How could I have been so stupid?” she lamented to Emile when he came to harvest her grapes. “I haven’t a thing to offer you this year, and it’s all my fault for not trusting you.”
The vinedresser, who had known all along that this would be the result of the whole venture, tried to cheer her up as best he could.
“It’s all right,” he said, “chalk it up to experience. Some people simply have to learn the hard way. Anyhow there will be other years and other crops.”
It was all only a matter of trust.
“I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in me that bears no fruit he cuts away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes to make it bear even more.” -Jn 15:1-2
“Each pain in life is but a preparation for the final and ultimate pruning when we will be radically cut back – all the way to the ground in our own death. We can embrace that last adventure without fear if we have, without fear, allowed the divine pruning knife to touch our lives and our loves. From this last and most creative pruning of all, we will come forth in the full-bodied perfection of our resurrection." - Edward Hays, Pray All Ways , Leavenworth , KS : Forest of Peace Books, 1981, p. 92.
"Everything that happens to us has been designed for our spiritual growth." - M. Scott Peck , MD , Further Along the Road Less Traveled, New York : Simon & Schuster, 1993, p.24
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He told me to keep this confidential to myself but hey, am I that selfish not to share such an interesting game with others?? Even if I were to become a Millionaire, I wouldn't want to bury myself with wealth! So I did some research with friends. When the Logistics Agent contacted me by email & called me by an unidentified number to report his location(somehow it was too fun to call it a quit too soon), I put up an act to drag their modus operandi. I told the Agent to contact Captain for the Custom Declaration Fee imposed in Singapore of USD2.5k since Captain told me earlier that I didn't have to pay a single cent for the "Diplomatic Courier Service". Captain then called to tell me that he wasn't awared of the fee! So we waited for the Agent to call me again, I consulted for his instructions, he told me to go to a local bank(wow!! He could even name me the bank)to buy money gram under his name: BEN RANDY SMITH. Then I would have to give him a ring once. This is the UK number to contact him: +447024062883. As expected, Captain's 'follow-up' call was to make sure that I would help him to pay for the fee before the delivery ASAP because it would take him days to wire the money through to the Agent & he didn't want anyone to discover the content of the consignment. Oh boy! I burst into a victorious laughter...............winning this game. 
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