By Loving Asya on Monday, 29 of June , 2009 at 11:51 am
what do the nipples want to say?
Got this from a friend via email. it’s funny it deserves a repost. just for that Braille thing, man, I swear hehehe. I knew those spots were for something great! hahahahaha.
Man, I am so gay! And so horny! Hahaha!
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FINALLY, THE 6 ANSWERS WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR:
Q: WHAT ARE THE SMALL BUMPS AROUND A WOMAN’S NIPPLES FOR?
A: It’s Braille for ’suck here’.
Q: WHAT IS AN AUSTRALIAN KISS?
A: It’s the same as a French kiss, but ‘down under.’
Q: WHAT DO YOU DO WITH 365 USED CONDOMS?
A: Melt them down, make a tire, and call it a Goodyear.
Q: WHY WERE HURRICANES NORMALLY NAMED AFTER WOMEN?
A: Because when they come, they’re wild and wet.
But when they go, they take your house and car with them.
Q: WHY DO WOMEN RUB THEIR EYES WHEN THEY GET UP IN
THE MORNING?
A: Because they don’t have any balls to scratch…
AND:
Q: WHAT IS A MAN’S ULTIMATE EMBARRASSMENT?
A: Running into a wall with an erection and breaking his nose.
By Loving Asya on Thursday, 25 of June , 2009 at 7:33 am
The worst pizzas in the universe are apparently, just around the corner. Together with the wingless birds, skinless snakes, legless spiders and toothless bears. Maybe the world isn’t built for deep diving, but if we don’t give it a chance nothing will come of nothing, as Old King Lear said.
The universe is both beautiful and grotesque. i can spend a lifetime glaring back at the sun… or i can turn my back, get a shawl, or a cap, or sunglasses, or look for the nearest tree, or do a million other things instead. What I can’t change i will not touch; what I can touch i will try my best to change. For the good. Maybe.
The key word is ‘try’.
By Loving Asya on Thursday, 25 of June , 2009 at 1:10 am
Watched a dog take a dump, just outside my bedroom window. mutated, ugly, r e a l. i watched and puffed. watched and exhaled. watched and put everything on repeat.
Everywhere i go there were ashtrays in her room. It was comforting to know that each move i made is compensated. Each breath, each inhale, exhale, puff, no magic dragons here. Just plain old cancer sticks. They save me. They rape me, but i love them anyway.
So many things to love. so many things tragic, sad, cruel, like watching something die in your mind. Sudden, yet subtle, so is the pain. Pleasure, everything is blurred when your brain is on god mode. Even the most perfect tragedies.
I write in a notepad. I hate word. I write in a notepad. I hate precision. sometimes, a l l t h e t i m e. which is why i hit the pedals so hard, use up most of the gas. then i step on the brakes. sudden, yet subtle. like the pain. the pleasure. and everything else in between.
If you listen hard enough, you hear it. you hear the sound of n o t h i n g. and n o t h i n g becomes something else all together. it becomes e v e r y t h i n g, and your universe is turned upside down. N o t h i n g suddenly makes sense, which makes n o t h i n g sensible. meaningful. significant. and this sets things off balance.
I watched the world take a dump, just outside my bedroom window. mutated, ugly, r e a l. i watched and puffed. i watched and exhaled. i watched and put everything on repeat— the only thing i could ever do. w a t c h.
Because i never learn. and yeah, i smell a coming breakup again.
By Loving Asya on Wednesday, 24 of June , 2009 at 9:45 am
I feel like no one has ever encountered real beauty and was able to describe in details what it looked or tasted like… its sound, smell, how it felt.. i think that when you finally come across one you experience all sorts of emotions, all at once. and it feels like all of your senses are amplified– as if every sight, taste, sound, smell or touch is more than enough to overwhelm you. and you know that you are actually experiencing it when you feel like you are being ripped apart and reconstructed at the same time by its mere intensity. So intense, so raw, that you just can’t help but cry in silence. because maybe the tears are in a way, describing the indescribable, explaining the inexplicable, and expressing the inexpressible to the rest of the world.
And watching my reflection, i just get that sticky warm feeling of wondering how much pesos i need to save and squander it in the end to Dra. Belo’s beauty medical group. <grinning>. i wonder how much offense it will make to my inner self just to diminish external distortion, errr, unprettiness (there, I just created a new adjective). perhaps even diminishing the natural splendor i have hidden in my 20 years or so of existence. i have hidden it like a secret, the kind that Indiana Jones must have kept a treasure map, or the kind the jail wardens wouldn’t let escape, Guantanamo-prison-guarded. and just like anyone else with eating disorders, i seize an 18-inch pizza smothered with all kinds of cheese, dab my mouth with a napkin, and gloss my lips. maybe, i’m born with it. maybe, it’s Maybelline.
By Loving Asya on Wednesday, 24 of June , 2009 at 7:05 am
I write
Combine raw emotions with an exposed sense of sincerity, and you’ve got a winning piece. I wish I could stay honest forever. But that’s just wishful thinking.
I draw
Pencil. Paper. Portraits. I’ve always loved drawing beautiful women.I just never realized what it meant then…I guess.
I travel
I go where the wind takes me. I like the uncommon, the unspoiled, the free-willed smell of the surroundings. I believe nothing could scare an adventurous soul.
And I wish to become an adventurous soul – someday.
My ultimate dream is to just pack my bags and hop on a flight to Siberia, backpacking westward until I come full circle. I am absolutely obsessed with what’s on the continent of Latin America. Aztec empire residues, amazons, sierra madres. And si, como cosa semijante tiene el pais de Filipinas con aquel lugar. (And yes, just how are they similar with the Philippines).
I may be queer, but I’m a closet case.
Which is why this is all I have to say for now.
Loving Asya
By Blue Rose on Friday, 19 of June , 2009 at 5:22 am
I want to share this poem that has been with me since I was in High School. I hope it will uplift and help you realize also not to give up fighting for whatever you want to do and achieve in life.
Don’t Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit -
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twist and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won, had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden dawn.
Success is a failure turned inside out -
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near but seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit, -
Its when things seems worst that you mustn’t quit.
Remember this military secrecy always – “Quiter never Wins, Winner never Quit.”
By Blue Rose on Wednesday, 17 of June , 2009 at 4:35 am
This is for all the hearts that have been broken and shattered because of love. Hopefully you can find your true partner in the dance of life.
The Dance of Life
There were two hearts who meet in the dance. That moment was magical. There was a sweet song playing, there was harmony and soon, love in the air. They feel in-love and they started building castles in their dreams and promised forever with all certainty.
But, somewhere in the midst of the fun, they got lost in the dance, something went wrong but they can never do anything. They were just drifting away, their fortress falling apart. There are so many questions, but no one had an answer.
Then the music stopped and then there was silence.
When we truly love someone, we give our best and let that person see the pureness of our intention. But sometimes that person makes us cry and hurts us for the wrong reason. That someone must have loved us but he has not loved us enough to make him stand for what he truly felt.
Now we are faced with seemingly impossible tasks of forgetting. We have burdened ourselves long enough but we still can’t get out of his emotional trap. Let us remember that the more we try to forget someone we love the more painful letting go will become.
Sometimes we never had to take that person out of our hearts at all, for he will always be there no matter how hard we try to drive him away. It isn’t his presence that makes this difficult. It is our stubbornness to accept our destiny that aligns forgetting next to impossible. We keep a cold face but deep in our hearts, there is still that lingering hope reconciliation. Somehow we still believe that we can rekindle small embers and relight the fire that once burned in our hearts. These thoughts give us hope but it also breeds the seeds of loneliness and despair.
The only way to forget is to accept and the only way to move on is to look ahead and let the footprints of the past be blown by the wind of time. Only then can our hearts find a partner in the dance of life and hopefully never get lost again.
By Mr.Pancake on Monday, 15 of June , 2009 at 12:43 pm
I am not much into Poems. But this one have allways been special to me.
“If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think you dare not, you don’t
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t,
It’s almost a certain you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost
For out in the world we find,
Success being with a fellow’s will-
It’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you’re outclassed, you are,
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one WHO THINKS HE CAN!”
By Walter D. Wintle
