blind dating

dating is a fishy game....especially if your boyfriend's a sailor.

but even if he's not...there's bound to be something causing a stench.

there are two categories of daters(actually there are around four hundred and twelve, but I'm not in the mood to talk about them)

on one side you have the long term daters: they believe relationships are fixed deposits. your investment lay accumulated for approximately three to six years. they invest most of them selves into their relationships and in return they get higher interest, in the form of one year anniversary gifts, weekend trips and something called stability..sweet very sweet

now on the other hand are my kind of daters: the short term-wham bam scram types. we believe relationships are unreal and long term accounts are useless, and we'd rather invest in stocks, relying on the constant rise and fall, buying and selling...the constant shifting.

our motto being: who need one when i can two..three..four..not necessarily at the same time, but variety is indeed the spice of life!

in Women Of Brewster Place, one of the characters; butch explains his concept of short term tet-a-tets in relation to sugarcane chewing.
most people chew and chew, extracting every last drop of sugar, till all that remains is a mouthful of coarse stalk, leaving your mouth itchy and irritable. the trick to eating sugarcane is to chew out the sweetness and know exactly when to stop, before the stalk crumbles.
so what do people find so wrong in this. they shake their heads at my style of dating, as if it is wrong to opt for only the happy times. does a relationship have to indeed require times of trouble, pain and disappointment in order to be worth of anything?

so what does time do to these two varieties of daters ??

the fixed deposit kind, so used to long term relationships, are less able to value the importance of marriage. since anyway all of their commitments have previously been as long as the average American marriage. but also they have a better chance of getting married at all.

the stockbroker dater on the other hand, ends up either alone, unready to commit to anyone, or down the line hears their grand kids bragging about how their grandpa was such a playboy.


what at the end of the day is of most value i guess is the amount we relish every moment of our time..either spent alone or shared with someone else.

murder she wrote

i have killed my writing skill. the bitch goddess creeped up on me and tried to sink her venomous fangs into my naked skin. but as i herd the sound of her creative promise, i turned around and shot her in the head.she shrieks out in verse...is that a haiku she moans??the poet and playwright drink from her wounds, desperately seeking inspiration from what has now turned to stagnant piffle.and the early maggot, while i see it pass between eyes, beauty made blind, she retches and dies with a last whisperto art

undercover drop

we live in a time of secrecy...no one knows what is. and yet lying captive in all these constrains we dip it low- pick it up slow- turn it all around and...
as i glance at the numerous pieces of lingerie lacing the walls of this store i wonder..which dimwitted git decided that it was worth wearing underwear?
Throughout early Greece, Rome and Egypt, one rule held: the higher your status in society, the more clothes you wore. Slaves often wore nothing at all. how come then has this rule been turned on its head..today the higher ure status, the smaller the bloomers.
so would it be right to imagine that while a domestic help might wear granny undies, her memsahib dorns thongs?

underwear amazes me...amuses me...
i remember going to the lingerie store the first time without my mum...new to this line of shopping the sales BOY boringly asked me what kind of underwear i wanted.

--well underwear...what do u mean by what kind? are u talking about brands??

--no ma'am, what type of chuddies are u looking for.?

--clean ones??

--with a disgruntled look- do u want bikini panties?

--er..no no..I'm not going swimming!

--(sigh) do u want g-strings?

--what!!! u guys sell music notes here as well?

by this point i was too afraid to extend the show of my stupidity, and quickly left the shop.

today undies, hide as well as reveal...for example

if she had dorned on a pair, Britney would have hidden what no one really wanted to see in the first place, while on the other hand Djimon Hounsou, in his crisp white ck's, revealed to us what we did not even know was there!!
the underwear industry has seeped into all of society..even Adam after eating the deceitful apple decided to wear a fig leaf....the prototype of the contemporary brief?
the whole idea behind underwear was to prevent you outer clothes from chaffing you, and also to absorb any sweat...in case u end up sweating your ass off!



but today with advances in air conditioning as well as fabric manufacturing....

couldn't we just as easily drop it like its hot(because its hot!!)

sex, lies and celotape

sex sells...and we all shop at the same market.

so maybe we still shake our heads like granmas, wondering where the innocence of television went.

er..hello...television was never innocent. it may have been a bit blind-eyed before..even a tad chicken.

however bausch and laumb made the obvious visible.

SEX SELLS...and boy at what a going rate!

then why are we still tutt-tutting? could it be that even though its all around us, on our deos, milano biscuits, even our commodes, are we still shy of something so 'everywhere'..still shy of sex.?

the state education board thought they could dry up the youth's curiosity about sex by stopping the sex education programs. then afraid it could have severe repercussions, they decided on sex education that wont make mention of the sexual act or of any of the sex organ...er...so an example of the class lecture would be

"so a boy who loves a girl will show his Love..and then baby is born"

-"but ma'am how does he show his love?"

" by getting married..and don't ask questions pintu!!!"

so what does pintu do now?? well simply watch a season of friends. he not only gets to know how BEST to show his love, but also knows that he's gotta show it in a rubber!

i think sex is a brilliant marketing concept. i for one, would rather buy a can of axe for their devilish ads than a bottle of zatak..then again i don't really have a thing for being followed by hundred year old Egyptian mummies. these guys at the TV, found their niche and they're sticking with it..for what could be better... and war unable to compete has been trenched.

so love rules..or does love making?