A New Project

Hi my beautiful readers!

I have some news.  Actually it's 'a' news.

Ready?

I started  a new project - which I can't say much about right now -, and it'll keep me pretty busy for a while.  Hence, I'll be posting rather scarcely for at least a couple of weeks.  If anything works out right I'll let you all in on the secret.  Deal?

Maybe if I can find time one or two blog posts will be published per week.

I'm so excited for THE experience I'm about to start.  And yes I'll still read your blogs.  Every single day! You won't get rid of me that easily.  :)

I'm here but not here...if you catch my drift.

Love you all...and keep blogging...I'll pass by...

Hugs to all...

I Wonder Sometimes

There are days when doubts plague my consciousness and make me ask questions that I do not have answers for.

I wonder if sometimes, I'm not putting too much out there? On my blog I mean.  Like some cynics on the web keep reiterating that privacy is dead.  I've got nothing much to lose if anyone in his right mind decides to hack my system but the inconvenience of it all is what bothers me.  My skin is thick enough for me to easily and quickly pick up the pieces and start all over again.  Actually it revives me because I get bored easily.  I like new beginnings.

I write about my personal life but there's still a part of me that's not ready to come out in the clear and become mere words on a page.  There's at least some stuff that I need to keep for myself.  Out of shame, fear, self-preservation - whatever you want to call it.

So many uncertainties...they push me to start over and get a new identity because you can virtually become anyone on the net right? Another character, a second life, where you don't have to pretend to be what you are not.

I'm still thinking...

If I Could Sing...

As soon as I discovered songs, I wished I could sing.

But I don't think God wanted me to.  Because I certainly have no singing talent.

Oh believe me, I tried on various occasions - alone of course - to belt it out and all that came out was a puny croak.  And sometimes it would be like I'm shouting like a banshee when I hit the high notes.  Or maybe not like a banshee.  Those Irish spirits could sing, if we are to believe the myth.  But you get the gist right? 

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Karaokes are very popular throughout the island.  Almost everywhere you go at night, you'll see someone with a mic in their hands, showing off their vocal talents.  There's this bar hubby and I used to go to and the main event on Saturday nights is Karaoke.  One girl over there stands out because she can really carry a tune.  With more practice she can even get signed.  She is that good.  

She asked me a couple of times to give it a try but I just couldn't.  Public speeches generally scare me.  They make me nervous.  No matter what you say or do, you ain't catching me crooning to a bunch of strangers!

But that doesn't stop me from picturing myself singing like a star when one of my favorite tunes is on! Does this happen to you? Like you know you can't sing to save your life but you can dream about it...visualize it...your imagination takes a wild leap and turns you into this seductive diva? 

Like this morning, I'm listening to the genres of Jill Scott, Ledisi, and Katharine McPhee...

And immediately, my mind jumps to the American Idol stage and I see myself singing " Had It All" by Katharine McPhee and Simon clapping with this awed expression on his face...he even gives me a standing ovation for my brilliant rendition, and says, "Brilliant.  I knew you had it in you. Brilliant."

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Are you crazy like me? (:

Wednesday Emails - Types Of Pussy

I know it's Thursday today and I was supposed to publish this yesterday but I couldn't.  So here it is.  But before you read further, bear in mind that it's only for fun.  And it's not G-rated.  So if you have kids in the room sitting on your lap while you're perusing this post, shoo them away; unless you want to explain to them what's a pussy...

**Disclaimer: Foul Language Ahead! For 18 and above.


From: D J
To: Me
Sub: Types of Pussy



LAZY PUSSY- this is when there is no movement on the woman's part except trying to stop full-thrust of the dick into the pussy. She says faster; faster but still is not putting any effort into the action at hand.

THE WENDY'S WINDOW PUSSY- This is the girl you pick up around 12:30 am, when everyone is sleeping and she knows that you are coming so she is waiting by the door. You don't have to beep the horn or call her from the car because she knows the deal. She usually is not the best looking girl. You are never seen with this girl in public places and you hate that she mentions your name to her friends. There is no reason to ask how your day was because it is too late for conversation. It is all agreed upon before she even gets in the car. Nine out of ten times, there is no talk of relationship, because that might spoil the mood.

THE CONQUERED PUSSY- This is the girl who teased you for about two or three years and finally you do get your chance and you please the pussy in a way it has never been pleased before. Now, you have this girl calling you and wondering when y'all can hook up again. There is no pussy better than THE CONQUERED PUSSY.

THE ALL-INCLUSIVE PUSSY- this is when you get all the benefits of sex. The pussy is yours for the taking. Whether it is night or day, still in her church-dress-type pussy. The pussy smells like roses even after sex and taste better than candy. Not only is the pussy yours whenever or wherever you want it; she gives you ALL the sexual favors you can imagine. The head 

is tremendous, the kind that you write your homies in jail about and she can handle the dick when you hit from the back. To top it off, she is not scared to take it in the ass. This is in close running with THE CONQUERED PUSSY for the best pussy to ever get.

THE OUT OF TOWN PUSSY- this is the pussy you met on the last trip you and the fellas took. She only keeps in touch via email and she does not want a long distance relationship. She visits only at your discretion and always comes alone but is always willing to bring a friend. She is number one when you go back to that city and only wants to have lunch to catch up on missed conversation. THE OUT OF TOWN PUSSY is necessary for the travelling single man.

THE FRUSTRATION PUSSY- this is the girl you call when you need to let some loose. You decide to call her when your day at work is miserable. You may even set this up before leaving work or on the way home. The only reason for this activity to take place is to get your mind off of other things. Afterwards, you might even think to yourself and say why did I just do that.The girl who is receiving the dick usually doesn't mind because she doesn't get much action to begin with. THE FRUSTRATION PUSSY is sometimes THE WENDY'S WINDOW PUSSY.

THE FREQUENT FLIER PUSSY- this is the girl you know is fucking around, but you just don't care. She has lubrications that are half way used already. She always has condom wrappers in the bathroom trash and beer in the frig. The only reason why you keep fucking because it's good, she's not bad looking and there could never be a relationship. It has not been proven, but she could have fucked one of the guys you use to go to school with. The pussy is not loose, but it is not THE HANDS ON THE HIPS PUSSY. I'll get to that later..

TIME TO GO PUSSY- this is the pussy that when the pants come off of her you can smell the nahh nahh. Fellas if this happens it is not even worth the two bars of soap it will take to get rid of the stench left on your dick. This occurs with girls you bring home from the club, so to avoid this, take a good whiff while in the car with her or better yet, invite her to take a shower with you.

THE TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT PUSSY- this is the girl everyone expects you to fuck. You haven't touched her because she either has a big mouth, lives next door or is a close friend of the family's relative. There is also a chance 

that she is all three. She is cute but you know the consequences. She continues to tease you with the pussy and at any moment when the both of you are alone, she lets you know that she wants to fuck. The best thing to do is fuck her friend. Last but not least...

THE HANDS ON THE HIPS PUSSY- this is the girl that you fucked only one time because she could not handle the dick. No matter what position y'all tried, she complains that it hurts. Not only is she screaming like you are murdering the woman, but she puts her hands on your hips so that you can't get your full stroke-on. It is like fucking with half of your dick. She does not know the proper way to suck dick so there is no pleasure there and doggy style to her is just Snoop's first album. This is by far the worst pussy a man can get.

Do you think any type of pussy is missing from the list? Or you know someone just like one or all of the above? What's your type? Or if you don't want to divulge then just tell me what do you think of it? Just have your say!

What's In A Name?

Since I started talking and learning my full name, I've hated my last name.  So many times I've wished my mum kept her maiden name.  For no particular reason, calling me by my last name would embarrass me.  When I was in primary school, my teacher would use the surnames during roll call.  Some of my friends back then didn't even know my first name! Same goes for me.  During the final exams in primary, new names would jump out at me from the board where the full names of all the students participating in the finals are displayed, and I had to check the family name to make sure if s/he is a friend of mine or were in my class.


This aversion to my own last name kept growing.  Until I got married.  It's not a fancy schmancy name but it's better than my maiden's!


My first name didn't do it for me either.  Well it didn't bother me like my family name did.  But I never appreciated it.  When I left home for college, I met my BFF, who kinda baptized me with a new name.  A pet name.  It kinda stuck.  My parents haven't adopted it though.  Neither my brother.  Else, almost anyone I knew before my first name was truncated acknowledges my sweet pet name.


Then I met hubby.  And my first name has never sounded so sexy.  :)


Consequently P. T was born.


I love my initials even though it spells out as 'pity'. :D


Pity-ful I am not.  Au contraire, I've been blessed...


What about you? Are you happy with your own name?

Do You Google?

I'm not getting paid to write this.  As a matter of fact my blog is ads-free and I'd like it to stay so.

Anyway, I think most of you use Google Reader?  If not, then you can leave a comment and tell me what feed reader you do use and why. Please.

So yes if you're on Google Reader have you noticed the delays in pulling feeds?  I don't like it.  I like to be notified as soon as one of my readers posts something so I can be amongst the first ones to comment! Since Google released the Chrome browser, I've sorta idolized it.  It's faster and way lighter than the other browsers.  The user-interface is much better.  Not to mention the other Google goodies.  I never liked Firefox.  Even the Firefox themes look yucky to me.  Of course you're welcome to disagree. It's a question of taste at the end of the day.

And then last year, in December I finally settled on iGoogle as my homepage. I've set it up with my favorite and most used apps.  Including Google Reader.

The second someone I'm following posts something on his/her blog, Google Reader gets updated right there and then! Ain't it awesome?  Even the Twitter widgets gets refreshed quicker than the actual desktop app.

I say you should give it a try if you like staying on top of everything and everyone! :)

Whatcha waiting on?

Go get it!!

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Cooking Is Just Not For Me

My mother and father didn't allow me (or my siblings) near stoves or ovens when we were growing up.  My dad was a bit paranoid when it came to fire and his kids.  He panics and worries too much.  I remember during the school holidays, my mum would come home and investigate her kitchen for any indication of cooking activity and check the litter bin for empty packages or food remnants.  Back then I was French-Fries-bingeing. With sausages and dollops of ketchup! Potato skins were deeply buried in a new bin liner and was taken to the main dumpster before she got home.  But I couldn't account for the missing sausages.

Any which way, I was doomed.  Eliminating evidence of me using the stove proved to be unfruitful.  Their unnecessary paranoia kinda, gradually and eventually, thwarted my love for cooking.  They'd unintentionally spurned me from acquiring any cooking skills.  (Whenever my mother is around she still makes me breakfast. lunch and dinner!) I simply hate cooking now.  Plus I don't know how to cook.  I do try.  Sometimes, my heart feels lighter and happy when I'm in the kitchen.  Not for long though.  LOL

So today one of the staying guests ran of gas.  In tropical countries we still use gas bottles.  Unlike in Europe, the States and other 'major' countries.  I had the maid change the old bottle for a new one.  I hid my ignorance pretty well by appearing busy.  So many times, I've heard hubby and his father speaking about nozzles, pipes and heads and it still didn't sink in.  I mean that thing can blow up while I'm attempting twisting the nozzle or whatever one does while putting in a new bottle.  I almost got blown up from a pressure cooker once so imagine gas!

If for whatever reason I get stuck at home alone for, let's say, about a week and the gas runs out, I guess I'll be stuffing my face with canned foods and bread! Or die of starvation.  Whichever comes first.

Do you know your way around the kitchen?

P.S: Just an afterthought: The mantra that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach? It is not accurately true. There's another way!! Guess... ;)

You Are Not Welcome

In my old blog I wrote something on customer service in SVG.

I really get irate when the service I'm paying or willing to pay for is crap.  I've worked in different customer-oriented fields before and believe me it's not that hard to be polite to others.

But since I've started helping out in the family business, my patience has been tried on numerous occasions.  My customer service skills have been challenged on one too many times.  I stubbornly refuse to be rude if the guest I'm dealing with proves to be troublesome.   And there are days when I don't even try and simply snap.

Like last week.  I was checking in two guests in two different apartments and they were being plainly and deliberately a pain in the arse.  Of course I gave both of them a piece of my mind and indirectly told them that they could leave if they please 'cause I could care less.  They didn't though.  They needed the apartment for the night. Yes...they need my professional services and not the other way around!

Anyway, today I came face to face with a dimwit of a guest.  Who in the whole wide world doesn't know that if you hold a pen horizontally, it'll eventually stop writing?!  Obviously he didn't know.  He kept filling up the check-in form, shoving the form up against the wall, even after I brought to his notice that there's a desk and the pen will soon stop writing.  And when it actually did, he tittered.  Damn fool.  Naturally I had to finish the damn card for him.

The good news (!) is he's not the only one who was oblivious to the funny working ways of a pen.  I've met quite a few before.  Hubby always reminds me that not everybody is smart like me.  Teasingly.  Just to soothe my rattled nerves.

And then there's my dog who's tied on a leash just above the apartments and anyone steps in through the gate, he'll bark, bark, and bark at and until the person leaves.  His barks are so annoying.  It's like somebody is beating drums in my head!  I tell him to shut the hell up but he contemptuously looks at me and keeps on yapping.  Whoever he's growling at, most of the times, just stays right there and stares at the dog.  They think they can hypnotize the poor thing into silence!  My maid, who's been employed for more than a year now, gets barked at every time she nears the kennel and some guests believe that just because they are a dog person, my beast of a dog won't harm them!

Talk about pet peeve! It sure bugs me...and makes me wanna snarl at dem half-baked creatures (customers)...

You wouldn't catch me near or in the vicinity of any kind of dogs....tamed or not...

Wednesday Emails - Never Knew This About Cucumbers

From: Mum
To: Me
Subject: Cool Facts About Cucumbers

**Disclaimer:  If you want to try out the following tips, it'll be at your own risk.  This article was published in the New York Times (don't know if that's true but that's what it says at the top) as part of their "Spotlight on the Home" series.

• Cucumbers contain most of the vitamins you need every day; just one cucumber contains Vitamin B1, Vitamin B2, Vitamin B3, Vitamin B5, Vitamin B6, Folic Acid, Vitamin C, Calcium, Iron, Magnesium, Phosphorus, Potassium and Zinc.

• Feeling tired in the afternoon? Put down the caffeinated soda and pick up a cucumber.  Cucumbers are a good source of  Vitamin B and Carbohydrates that can provide that quick pick-me-up that can last for hours.

• Tired of your bathroom mirror fogging up after a shower?  Try rubbing a cucumber slice along the mirror, it will eliminate the fog and provide a soothing, spa-like fragrance.

• Are grubs and slugs ruining your planting beds?  Place a few slices in a small pie tin and your garden will be free of pests all season long.  The chemicals in the cucumber react with the aluminum to give off a scent undetectable to humans but drive garden pests crazy and make them flee the area.

• Looking for a fast and easy way to remove cellulite before going out or to the pool?  Try rubbing a slice or two of cucumbers along your problem area for a few minutes - the phytochemicals in the cucumber cause the collagen in your skin to tighten, firming up the outer layer and reducing the visibility of cellulite.  Works great on wrinkles too!

• Want to avoid a hangover or terrible headache?  Eat a few cucumber slices before going to bed and wake up refreshed and headache free... Cucumbers contain enough sugar, B vitamins and electrolytes to replenish essential nutrients the body lost, keeping everything in equilibrium, avoiding both a hangover and headache.

• Looking to fight off that afternoon or evening snacking binge? Cucumbers have been used for centuries and often used by European trappers, traders and explorers for quick meals to thwart off starvation.

• Have an important meeting or job interview and you realize that you don't have enough time to polish your shoes?  Rub a freshly cut cucumber over the shoe, its chemicals will provide a quick and durable shine that not only looks great but also repels water.

• Out of WD 40 and need to fix a squeaky hinge?  Take a cucumber slice and rub it along the problematic hinge, and voila, the squeak is gone!

• Stressed out and don't have time for massage, facial or visit to the spa?  Cut up an entire cucumber and place it in a boiling pot of water, the chemicals and nutrients from the cucumber react with the boiling water and are released in the steam, creating a soothing, relaxing aroma that has been shown to reduce stress in new mothers and college students during final exams.

• Just finish a business lunch and realize you don't have gum or mints?  Take a slice of cucumber and press it to the roof of your mouth with your tongue for 30 seconds to eliminate bad breath, the phytochemicals will kill the bacteria in your mouth responsible for causing bad breath...

• Looking for a 'green' way to clean your faucets, sinks or stainless steel?  Take a slice of cucumber and rub it on the surface you want to clean, not only will it remove years of tarnish and bring back the shine, but is won't leave streaks and won't harm you fingers or fingernails while you clean.

• Using a pen and made a mistake?  Take the outside of the cucumber and slowly use it to erase the pen writing, also works great on crayons and markers that the kids have used to decorate the walls!! 

Blogger's Note: If you do have a go at any one of the above tips let me know! Time for me to experiment!

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Lame But Oh! So Annoying!

Everybody I know got their Facebook layout upgraded.

And I'm still stuck with the old one!  I like the new layout, unlike others.

That's about it for now.

I felt I needed to let you guys know! LOL

It's Time...

**Something I wrote last month...
Sitting on the couch in my living room for almost a year plus, the definition of a couch potato seeped into my consciousness as each day passes me by.  It has also brought to my attention, with a few extra pounds attached to my ankle and waist, how detrimental to my health a habit it is.  Not to mention how the laptop heats my lap and marks my skin.  Conversations and queries around me, all seem like a blur in a fast-forward mode.  Oblivious to everything and everyone, my eyes are fixed on to the constant blare of my machine.

My body screams with fatigue and I put on the music to muffle the protests.  My stomach growls with hunger and I reach for whatever snack is at arm’s length.  My tongue is all dried out and I look longingly at the fridge a few feet away from me.  And swallowed a couple of times to salivate my taste buds.

Time to go out and I find out my clothes no longer fit me.  When was the last time I actually looked at my reflection in the full length mirror by my bed and took in the new face that’d stare at me?

Yesterday.

Yesterday when I also came across some pictures I took before leaving London.

What happened to that lean face staring at me from the snaps?

Well internet happened.  Social media pushed my real life to one side and took over.  New addictions reared their ugly heads and spat out their venom.  On my face.  Blinded me in the process.  Life’s throwing happy moments at me and I’m looking away.  All I see is WWWs and dotcoms.  I’m giving up, rather gave up, on pastures new for a 17” wide pixelated view.

Life is short, as many people say and lived it even, for me to spend my whole day, every day, on bits and bytes.  Time has come for me to free my lap and put on clothes that fit me.  Clothes that used to fit me.  Satisfy my basic needs.  Redefine my priorities.  Compartmentalize.  Reorganize.  Time for me to breathe in fresh air and exhale with bliss.

It’s time.

P.S: Blogging will still feature in my plans.  I will dedicate at least 2 hours to 7 hours at most to the web. :D

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Read My Love Story

Not long ago, I came across The Giant Typo's blog via 20SB.  I looked up her profile and read some posts of hers.  And I saw that she was asking for bloggers to participate in her latest project - Love Stories.  Immediately I sent her an email with my story.  She liked it and promised me she would publish it as soon as she is all set up.

And published it she did!

Read my piece here. (You'll find it at the bottom of the page because methinks she posted mine first!)

I think there's still time to join in if you're interested.

After all, February is the month of Love, isn't it?

And make sure you follow The Giant Typo 'cause she's just awesome!

I need to catch up on the other love stories so I won't ramble much on this post.

Go on!

Check out my story and the other mushy posts!

:)



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Things I Did When I Had No Internet Connection

Okay.

Now I can tell you what I've been up to while my internet connection went kaput.

Actually it wasn't all that bad.  I've discovered quite a few things and learned about one or two hobbies I can take up seriously if ever I find myself in a disconnected situation.

The next best thing beside Internet, for me, is television.  I've had my eyes glued to the TV, watching Burn Notice (hubby is totally gung-ho over Fi), NCIS (I love all of them; Especially Ziva and Tony), SVU (favorites are Olivia and Elliot), and the HGTV Channel (All of the shows?).  I love the latter because anything related to home designs and make-overs interests me!  Not to mention the numerous tips/ideas you pick up from the experts in those programmes.  And then a few movies on HBO and Showtime.

After a while, my eyes started to itch.  I sadly took a break from the telly.  Then turned my restless attention to books.  The books I've brought with me to SVG have been read already - I simply can't read a book or watch a movie twice unless and until a couple of years have gone by.

My mother-in-law is a reader too so I went to rummage through her thin collection - because father-in-law kinda binned most of them as he thinks it's too much clutter - and came out victorious (some titles kinda scared me and I was desperate) with at least three; Bad Circuits and The Last One In - both by Engle & Barnes from the Strange Matter Series (very high-schoolish (?) but temporarily entertaining; it took me less than 3 hours to finish the two of them), and June Strong's Song of Eve (still to finish).

Because by the time I started Song of Eve I came across some HP games on my laptop.  I eventually ran out of sessions.  Then I moved on to Text Twist and Trivia Machine.  Word games are my favorites!

In between, I've also watched a couple of movies I downloaded a while ago.

The lessons I've learned during this unexpected hiatus?

1. Download more movies and store them somewhere. 
2. Buy more books.
3. Download free games.
4. Check my laptop for any addictive games which offer unlimited sessions.

And last but not least, life is pretty much boring without internet!

Someone needs to come up with an alternative invention for when your router is all fucked up.  Like beaming an internet connection via satellite throughout the entire island!

What do you do when you have no internet connection?

Up And Running!

Yes I'm back!

My primary internet connection is still off and I need to wait for another week.  Hubby and I couldn't go on with no internet connection.  We need to stay plugged in!  So he called for a second connection today and within a few hours we're on!

So now I can comment on y'all blogs! I've read some of your posts on the Berry Berry and couldn't comment on some.  Apparently if a blogger has his/her 'comments embedded below posts', Berry Berry's browser allows me to leave a message.  Else, it's read-only.

Anyway, here I am...back to my sitting-on-the-couch-for-hours-with-my-laptop routine...

It's been very boring with no internet.  My addiction got re-confirmed during this brief suspension.  My head'd been done in because I couldn't focus on anything else but praying to get back my connection.  Junkie?! Hell yes!  I don't even pine for hubby like I do Internet.

Time for me to catch on blogs...and have my say!

Oh and thanks to the new followers!  I promise I'll be more entertaining in the future! :)