Sunday, January 25, 2015

Those type of nights....

Night times in our conservative suburban neighbourhood has always been...typically peaceful,
Until a certain young lady moved in next door recently....

Last night started with a few barely audible moans, coming through the thin walls of the bedroom.
The type of moans that you cannot mistake, and it got curiously more dramatic quickly.

Lots of violent creaking and moanful 'oooh's and 'yesss', and you could almost make out the intermittent check slapping too.

All very unbecoming behaviour really, went on for a good twenty minutes. And that's the problem with all these black people you know - making you feel....inadequately competitive.

So this night....

Thursday, January 15, 2015

The random blogsville group chat

I get the worst ideas after 9pm when i am tired out and overworked. This might be one of them.

But anyways, a certain online group chat room will be made available to interested participants at a date and precise time to be advised.

Entrance requirements:
  • 1 random question.
  • 1 funny question.
  • Willingness to play a stupid game.
  • Your email address for details.

I will review this post and potential implications after a good night's rest, so if the post is deleted by the morning, bear with me. It only means my common sense kicked back into gear.

If otherwise, keep calm and join a blogsville group chat. Why not?

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Shutup jare!

Insensitive hypocrite!

Saturday, January 3, 2015

The life-cycle of a random cup of unisex coffee (An analysis)

About comments boxes and speaking to brick walls

I recently considered turning off the comments box on this page. My reasons were noble -

Lately I've been struggling to respond individually to comments. Often times, i use the comments log as the first instance of blogs i visit when doing blog rounds. And when I'm done with that, i often find the contentment i am selfishly searching for,  and I'm happy to go to bed often forgetting that i have not replied comments on mine.

So the problem was not really about being too anal to do the needful replies. i'm often just more curious to read the other person's thoughts than to maintain a conversation on mine.

So i reasoned that if i couldn't be disciplined enough to complete blog duties, then just disable comments box. Simples.

I had pretty much made up my mind until i visited two particular blogs who have turned off comments lately and i found myself really genuinely and royally pissed off about that situation.  Yes there's an email which i could have kindly sent my thoughts into, but i just couldn't be arsed to. I felt like an intruder in a private space stupidly trying to speak to a giant brick wall that would never reply me anyways.

Like seriously, who turns off blog comments?! I'm certain it must be against some constitutional law to disable my right to comment on your blog! It's just not right. Particularly because that post hit the nail right on the head, and it was awesome, and I thought this person's mind must belong to the gods! And you had me furiously searching all over the place like an addict pinning for a fix. Comment comment comments give me comments, i need to comment now nooooow!

But alas, the hypocrisy in my rant.

P.S. I was going to include a descriptive image of someone talking to a brick wall. Pictures are amazing to drive home a point quickly, and they're easy on the eyes too. Then as i downloaded the image,  i noticed some copyright declarations linked to the image,  and i got doubly pissed! What is it with this world, everybody trying to make money off every thing! People should calm down! Calm down people!!!!

And i should probably calm down too.

P.P.S: Duru&Janyl.B....I'm watching you two....and this love thang that's seemingly brewing.

Monday, December 29, 2014

14:14 - Lazy conclusions...

And there you go, it's a wrap! The very last of 14 posts maintained all through the year. Surprisingly not an easy task! Left to my own laziness these days, I'd be lucky to have three posts in total throughout the year.

I must say i did enjoy the theme of finding new blogs, rediscovering old favourites, and had quite a few charmed conversations along the way. For me, that's the beauty of a writing community - finding shared interests and common ground, with a little less effort than in real life.

So if you asked me what I've learnt from this effort of reviewing blogs, I'd summarise it into this- you'll find what you're looking for on blogsville, and hey why not?!

So this last post is a dedicated "Thank you" to the incredible Janyl.B for putting me through this disciplined torture of creating 14 themed posts in 2014 and at the same time easily resuscitating this page14 times at the least throughout the year!

Best wishes for 2015 folks!

Saturday, December 27, 2014

14:14: About subtly sexy holiday randoms and Toinlicious

Merry Christmas folks, from the sexy Lake Annecy Ski resorts, where my heart temporarily resides - even though i cannot move an inch on ski boards if my life depended on it. The problem with ski- holidays is that, after the slopes, comes the (sometimes) unisex saunas and the enthusiasm to show off fit bodies and new bikinis, hence the premise for this random post.

Who makes you feel the way that i make you feel - is a quote from Dido*

I think it's interesting how the world has gotten very unapologetically sexy. And to a certain extent, there might be nothing wrong with that - some people are more sensual than others, why be hypocritic about it? But i think that opinion is valid as mine only, because i also think that self-control is a whole lot more sexy and noble than kama-sutra. I think sex has always been sexy and has a right to remain so - it adds a certain edginess, or je ne sais quoi to our days. Like the random days of returning home to a victoria secret candle-lit dinner which required no culinary skills at all, only a few tips from cosmo.

I tried to do a review of Toinlicious' blog, but my thoughts wouldn't stay in one place long enough to coin any logical thoughts. Until i realized that, that in essence is the blog in question - bouncy and constantly skirting around your mind with curious intentions - pun intended. And it is easy to lose your train of thoughts when you're in a communual space in front of a sizzling fireplace with the occasional distractions of see-through jeggings and unashamed intentions.

But that is my point exactly - keeping faith and sensibilities in crazed situations like these. Such as trying to complete a deadline post with nearby distractions giggling and jiggling away, probably because her new bikini bottoms are ticklish in appropriate places. And that right there would be the catch-phrase to sum-up this review of Toinlicious - ticklish in appropriate places. I think sexiness should remain like that, on the edge and covert, but yet like a stilled tidal wave that's daring and locks down your attention. You're both fully aware of its unmatched fury, like a caged hurricane, so you maintain a respectable distance.*

Lately i've been listening to a lot of - i think it's either an unconscious act of defiance, or a stupid last ditch effort to cling to the familiar. My Nig.interactions are shrinking fast, so much so that i've found myself a few times the idiot who's unconsciously pronouncing his name with a stupid accent. My analysis of that situation is a discussion for another time. The point though is how, along with frequently tuning into the traffic report radio show on inspiration FM, i have lately become a sucker for those late night "agony-aunt" call-in radio shows. The months ahead involve a lot of late nights, and well, the shows have made for entertaining company.

And everyone knows how a sensual female voice over the night radio adds a soothing effect to a stressful day. Particularly if she were clad only in a tiny yellow fleece housecoat and gently rubbing away at stress points at the sides of your head, whilst you're laying astride a comfy sofa, on a quiet night trying to round up last-minute reports. She'd be reaching over ever so often to massage away naughty creases on your forehead and so frequently allowing her flimpsy coat to fall loose and reveal a lush pair of...let's not carried away with descriptives.

A girl called into one of the radio shows to lament a situation where she'd recently discovered that her fiance is a cousin to a guy she'd been in a 'friends-with-benefits' relationship with in the past. In summary, she'd been previously romping her finance's cousin. She was calling to get advice on if to confess her colorful past to her fiancee, or if to agree with the previous partner that her past is dead and buried, and hope that the matter remains forever undisclosed. I thought it was a very interesting lose-loose-lose situation. I thought that if she confesses, her finacee will dump her very quickly. If he doesn't, that tiny piece of information will forever taunt fiance's mind until he goes and shags wife's sister in return, tit-for-tat, they say. If she doesn't confess, the truth will come out some day and it wouldn't be a pretty situation. I thought her best bet was to count her losses and move on.

I posed the question to a few guys over a holiday lunch, would you marry a girl who's been previously romping your cousin? The answer was a resounding #HeckNo. Then i asked, would you expect to be forgiven if you slept with your partner's cousin, and the answers flipped around very quickly.

That's just the thing about randoms, they often fail to make point. But yeah, i read this today and thought it might be fitting: "I have the right to do anything--but I will not be mastered by anything."

Have a happy holiday folks and best wishes for 2015!

Intro: The 14-for-14 challange by Janyl. (Click here to familiarize yourelf with the '14 for 14 challenge'). This is my 12th post into that journey.