Here's the part were yall give me the blank stare and a fat momma from your midst will shout from the back hollering: yous still tawkin bout zat?! Well yeah, most likely, its not just my blogging thats slow it also includes my life. Its moves like a conveyor belt in your old sushi bar. So scat! If you ask me, I was expecting her not even to know a single step at all. Yet, surprisingly there's the deranged pop tart knowing, almost, where to go. Yes she looked as if a meteorite is gonna hit her once she misses a beat but hey, I say you rewrite your books about EXPECTATIONS FROM A FUGLY DRUGGY. So Kudos to Britney, I never really saw it coming in a million years. You staged a comeback. Those people who are over scrutinizing you can just suck it. Here's Britney with her commendable effort to at least stand! Enjoy vultures!
I saw this bee-you-tee-ful cardigan at Bench Greenhills. I like the decent plunge and the way it makes my lanky shoulder look broad. I didnt buy it because I was afraid of the on-going card capture incidents rising from the BDO and Equitable PCI merger. So I headed to the office a bit early today to buy it. I went to Bench Fairmart, they don't have. Bench Gateway only has medium sized grey-greens and navy blues. The cutesy guy from there told me that they have another store at the ancient Ali Mall. Trivia, it was named after the Parkinson's stricken pugilist - Moham mad Ali. So there I asked this sharp looking guy which I thought was the store man. I asked him - Do you have that cardigan that comes in gree, blue and black? He asked back : Is that a garment? I believe that prior to my questions Ive explained to him how the CARDIGAN looks like. I used to be part of our school's theater group so I know I did a great job in "portraying" that "garment". Hes so stupid.
I stormed out and caught a glimpse of the staple food of Filipinos - Jolibee. I drowned my stress with their mocha jelly frosty. Delish! Ill go to Greenhills tomorrow and head straight to Ali Mall and tell that simpleton there - Heres how a cardigan look!
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This is a story of love. Fear may have clouded their lives yet the two women in this story reckoned that it was better to love in secrecy than to not have the greatest love in the world. Id rather not speak of more redundancies so as not to smear with my lowly thoughts this beautiful story that Id like you all to read.
I was born at a time when to have romantic feelings for another woman was known as "the love that dare not speak its name." I first read Radclyffe Hall's "The Well of Loneliness" around 1938, in my impressionable teens. The book was a heartfelt cry for understanding and acceptance of the "invert." Now we say "gay" and "lesbian," and nobody faints, although we still lack the same rights as other citizens. In how many ways have attitudes changed? And how have they not? When I went to college in the 1940s, the sex books were kept under lock and key in the UCLA library. I was too embarrassed to ask for permission to borrow those books.
Why am I now able to speak the unspoken? For heaven's sake, I'm 88 years old. No one can fire me.
Seeking enlightenment, I looked at young women walking around the campus engrossed in one another, and I thought, "Well, at least they have each other."
I did not realize that even I was judging them, while perhaps envying them. I was dating men regularly and enjoyed being thought popular. Nevertheless, when I came home after each date, said "Goodnight" and closed the door, I usually breathed a sigh of relief.
One eligible young man said, on leaving, "We'll get together soon." I said, "All right, but be sure to warn me."
"Warn you!" he exploded, slamming the door as he left.
And then I met a woman: a teacher on campus, who helped me see beauty in the whole world. At 28, for the first time, I was loved and knew love, for myself, for the person I really was.
But while glorying in my never-before-experienced happiness, I knew it had to be hidden. She was married. Often, the only way to see her was with her husband. I was also dating her brother, and we all would sometimes go dancing.
That relationship ended after a few years, when my loved one's husband intervened. I didn't see her until years later, when I stood in line at her book signing at USC. She was alone, cordial; she asked about my mother. But no, she couldn't join me for coffee afterward.
Now I write this after living for 44 years with the most loved and loving, giving, understanding and delightful partner imaginable. For all our time together, we were "in the closet."
For so long, if you were a known homosexual you could lose your job. We kept our relationship from our families—or at least we thought we did. After my partner died, her son told me that her family knew about us, but kept our secret because they believed our relationship was our own business.
But our silence for all those years was also partially a self-induced caution. Looking back, I think it's possible that as the world changed, we didn't change fast enough.
We knew a few other lesbian couples, and we were comfortable around them. But most of our friends were straight, so we had separate bedrooms to make it seem as though we were just roommates. On one occasion, when my partner and I were with cherished, straight friends, just the four of us after a satisfying dinner, sitting quietly in our living room, I thought how liberating it would be for us to tell our friends of our relationship. They must have seen it coming, for they quickly changed the subject. We four remained warmhearted friends, but we two never again tried to enlighten them or any others.
I never spoke about my sexual orientation with my mother, but she also must have known. When she died, the last thing she said to me was, "I never understood your way of life, but I do now." I didn't reply.
Finally, after almost nine years since my beloved partner's death, I am able to do what I could never have braved in earlier years: pre-sent myself herewith to the world as a lesbian, along with all the women who ask to be judged by the full facet of our characters.
Why am I now able to speak the unspoken? A friend at the retirement community where I live recently came out in the local and national newspapers. When I saw her do that, I thought, for heaven's sake, nobody can fire me, I'm 88 years old, my parents are gone.
Still, I was frightened. It took me several days to put this essay in the mailbox. I owe a lot of credit to people who are comfortable enough in their own skins to say, "This is who I am."
Shall I be haunted for trying to tell my story now, when many might still not wish to address it, or shall I, perhaps, be congratulated?
Source: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20427661/site/newsweek/page/0/
This post answers my long standing question: Can I wear marijuana? The name of the perfume line is Demeter. According to the people behind it its supposed to rekindle lost memories of random yet memorable moments and places in ones life. The line consists of sugary sweet scents like Bubblegum, Cotton Candy, Marshmallow, and Waffle Cone. It also includes ludicrously interesting scents like: Glue, Crayon, Play - Doh, and my soon to be official scent Cannabis Flower. One request to my loyal readers whose got spare US change send me one and Ill send you my cute cousin's voyeur jerk off pics. Haha serious!
My girlfriend Yvorry thought that this was just some kind of prank from a stupid blog site just after some lost hope of attention. I told her it sells for 18.99 dollars, and we went smoking!
While shes busy growing what she shaved some lurker from her inside peeps leaked this two cuts from her not yet released comeback album. Latest on Britnutz, her former manager got served and asked to testify in the child custody hearing between her and KFed. Chris Angel will bring some magic to Britney's much awaited comeback performance at the MTV Video Music Awards. Listen to her two splurged tracks here.
Britney Spears — Cold As Fire
Britney Spears — Gimme More
Age: 23
Location: Quezon City, PHILIPPINES
Height: 5"6
Favorite color: earth colors, kulay tae
Motto: Kick, dont lick!
