Are You WHAT YOU WEAR In Bed?

I was tickled to post about this when one of the Blogs that I follow, Marie harmony, asked her female followers "What We Regularly Wear At Home?"
And I thought about this subject.  Now listen up, this has no empirical evidence nor do I want to sound like a Cosmo Magazine article save for a few smiles and laughs.  Yet some of it may have a little grain of truth and accuracy, I really don't know.  It's worth a read though, trust me on that.

Well have you ever been to a Pyjama Party?  Did you really come into the party with your actual sleepwear?  Honestly?  Well if you did, let's take a look at what this may tell about you.


Flannel Pyjamas (Pajamas)
You are an open book.  What you see, what you get.  You want to feel cozy and comfortable and you rely on your sensibilities.  No nonsense and no time for games. You don't dress for sexuality, so they say, unless you only wear the top and nothing else.  You may love your partner but excitement is not your thing and you are satisfied with routine.


Silky/Lacy Lingerie
You are likely to be a modern romantic. If you love the silky type, you wear this as a touch of femininity; and you know your partner wants to touch it too.  You take the lead in staging some level of eroticism in your relationships. If you tend towards the lacy type, long, short or mid-length, you really don't dress for comfort but to please your partner. You are trying to obtain a sexual connection with your partner, but he is likely in control, not you. (Well, I don't know about you but lace just makes me itch.  And I totally don't find anything nearly romantic or sensual if I am scratching myself all over.)


Teddy/Cotton Camisole/Tank Top and Shorts

You have to be very confident, playful and comfortable in your own skin to pull this off. If you will be romping around with this on, you completely trust and love how your body looks. (I just love how that sounds because as this is my staple look, it is mainly because I always thought I will grow up to be a boy. And I just honestly never outgrew the "look.") You tend to be the more adventurous type in lifestyle and sexual preferences. You don't really give a rodent's ass if you will have sex in the kitchen with the lights on. You are spontaneous and generally sexually charged. (Hmmm...)


Naked and Raw (Or just nek-ked)
They say, chances are, you are a spirited idealist, a natural leader. Quite innovative, a bit reckless and adapts easily to change. If you sleep in the raw with your partner, it creates the strongest level of intimacy between two people. Even if you are not having sex, there is an absolute erotic and sensual edge into it. Plus the bonus factor that the absence of waistbands and elastic straps will never make you look fatter. (Hey that makes a lot of sense!)

WHY BEING SICK SUCKS

Just because I am sick does not mean I have lost my ability to throw some quick punches.  So I decided to post about several reasons why Being Sick Sucks ...
I have compiled tons of reasons, yet I am absolutely sure you can add a lot more so feel free adding on when you read this by making a comment.  If you are a tad sensitive, let me warn you, some words may be a little too graphic, but that's the only way I can express and release this angst.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, here you go:

• That awful medicines you need to take.  If they wanted you to feel better, don't you think its fair to expect the pharmaceutical companies to have designed the pills a little smaller than a giraffe, and just a little sweeter?
• The way people try to baby you when you feel better off rotting on your own in your body fluids.
• Everything you try to say comes out like a "whining" from a sick puppy.
• That feeling where a ton of bricks is dancing on your head.
• Trying your best to maintain poise and grace when snot is dribbling out of your nose the whole day.
• That awful and hurtful call or text message from your friends that they are having so much fun and it's a damn shame you can't get out to join them because you're sick.
• You are starting to feel like you are a dam about to break and yet people insist you have to take on more water and liquids.
• That rancid, flat taste on your tongue.
• Being buried in a tissue mountain you can't hardly crawl out of. Plus, you are left with no option but to clean them up yourself because nobody wants to touch those snotty tissues.
• You are dreadfully sick on a weekend and just about Monday, miraculously and painfully, you start to feel better.
• When your coughing fit starts, you terrify your cat because you sound like a coyote learning to bark.  Your dog comes running to you thinking you just let out a mating call.
• Oh when the puking starts, some of it passes out through your nose.  Just yuch!
• And because you are heavily drugged, and 70% water, there's practically little solids to throw up.  When you do, the gastric acids mix up with whatever you had for breakfast, and they burn your throat so badly, you cough and puke at the same time!
• So you brush your teeth after puking.  But it still taste so bad, you puke again!
• Breathing makes every single muscle and nerve of your chest cavity hurt, but you can't stop breathing.  There is just no other option.
• You feel freezing cold but you are sweating it out like a pig. Then you feel cold again.
• You are lying in bed, and a big one travels up to your throat, you turn around to grab more tissues, but you have run out of. You croak as you have lost your voice, you are left with no choice but to swallow it up again.  Eww... I know.
• Well-meaning people come around to check you out, they give you one look and say ..."You don't look so good". Well, who would look good if you feel like shit?
• After about 3 days of feeling sick, you have just had enough of it. You stand and try to feel normal, but you feel woozy right away and the fever comes back again.
• All you really want to do is to have an undisturbed, restful sleep. But you wake up every hour to piss or cough or blow your nose.
• Your nose starts to burn and chafe from too much blowing. You try to save the skin by rubbing some lotion and it stings like hell!
• Everything, I mean everything tastes and smell awful.  Even you smell awful.
• On your way to the bathroom, you get an attack of coughing, you cough so much, you barely make it. You drop on the bathroom floor in a coughing seizure. Someone hears you and sees you on the floor. Laughs out loud and thinks you are overdoing this "sick" thing.
• At some point, you actually feel that you are probably dying. So you break down and cry. You feel stupid, foolish and helpless. You cry some more.
• Every single minute of being sick sucks. But there's not much you can do until your body has won the battle. Meanwhile, you sniffle, sneeze, cough and puke and wait for it to be over.

BE BACK SOON

There are very few things that get me down.
This sure does.

I totally hate being sick.
I will be back when I am 100%.
Meanwhile, y'all take care and stay safe from what the Doctors call, an Undifferentiated Virus Strain. (In English, they don't know what the hell it is!)

IS IT DAMN HARD TO SHOW GRATITUDE?

Is it just me over-reacting or has it become a 21st century trend that there are more and more people that have become completely incapable of showing gratitude?  I just see so many people around, that no matter how much you do for them, how much you help them, they will still be unhappy and believe that they deserve and are entitled to more. 
I have had my fair share of these people, probably more than the average, but I reckon these beings would lose a limb if they stop to say "Thank You."

Well, colour me stubborn, but I refuse to believe that the entire humanity has bred ungrateful clones.  I am sure that somewhere out there, there is one soul who is thankful enough he or she still lives.  
These days, I can only see that we have all become too busy bitching, being envious, getting jealous, or trying our best to accomplish what others can only dream of, we have often, if not always, forgotten to be grateful for the small favours we get.  Why?  Gee, I don't know, maybe because it's "un-cool" to be mushy.  Or perhaps because we believe we worked hard to be where we are.  Yeah, sure, right.  I mean, are you the only author of your life?  Did you come from a nut that fell off a tree?  Really? I don't think so.  Sue me.
Listen, look around you.  Think hard.  You will not be where you are now if not for people that have touched your life and have helped you in small or big ways to get there. It could have been anyone, not just your parents.  Someone.  Somebody.  A person you may have long forgotten as you now bask in your wealth and success.  Get a grip. Why don't you just stop for a short moment and think about who you owe some gratitude?  It is not going to kill you.  It may even be life-changing.


And for all those unsung heroes, those people who "habitually" extend themselves to lend a helping hand, I hope you continually keep doing good and expect nothing in return, for it hurts not to be appreciated and recognized.  I hope you don't get tired because sooner than later, the law of life pays you back a thousand-fold.  


And for everyone who has helped me become Who I Am, thank you. I am still a work in progress but I am getting there.


I found this in an old file and I truly think this human being has lived a life of Selflessness, worthy of emulation and at the very least, respect.  

Mother Teresa aptly titled her poem, "DO IT ANYWAY".

"People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self centered; Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, People may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, at it may never be enough; Give your best anyway.

You see, in the final analysis it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway"

THE TAG GAME

There's this absolutely insane and funny lady, she goes by the name LILY and if you are not in her reader's list, then you're damned for life,(I swear!) who TAGGED me.  And here I am, stepping up to the challenge and making a go for it! Why not?  It makes Blog Whoring completely legit.

The aim of this is:

To unite bloggers (from all sectors) in a joint endeavor to share lessons learned and create a bank of long but not forgotten blog posts that deserve to see the light of day again.

The rules are:

•  The blogger is nominated to take part.
• The blogger publishes his/her 7 links on their blog, 1 link for each category. 

1.  Your most beautiful post.

2. Your most popular post. 

3. Your most controversial post.

4. Your most helpful post.

5. A post whose success surprised you.

6. A post you feel didn't get the attention it deserved

7  The post you are most proud of.

• The blogger then nominates up to 5 more blogs to take part.
• These bloggers publish their 7 links and nominate 5 more bloggers and on it goes...

Of course I would prefer to say, read 'em all!  However, that is violating the mechanics. So I guess in the spirit of conformity, I will go with the following:


My most beautiful post because I said so: Life and What Ifs  Because I wrote it at a time when my heart was doing the talking.


My most popular post (and whose success surprised me!): Black Swan: Dark and Disturbingly Beautiful I thought I would try make a movie critique and it turned out to have the highest readership!  I probably can look at an alternative career.  


My most controversial post: When Is Nudity Art or Porn Mainly because I created a stir in some of the comments I received and the number of views I received from far flung countries assuming I have posted kinky, nude portraits.  Shame on you!


My most helpful post: Understanding Men Simply because this Post is totally spot on!


My surprisingly successful post: Bloated Self-Image: Generation ME I was technically bitching, but got good feedback.  Maybe I should be bitching more often.


My "I wish You Read It" (Didn't Get The Attention It Deserved) post: Choosing The Path of Least Resistance I wrote and captured an intimate moment with my Dad and I have somehow also touched a soul from several air-miles away.

And instead of a Post, I have a TAB I am most proud of: My Art Gallery these are my paintings and my handiwork.  If I am not proud of it, who would, so I am!


And in turn, I tag the following Blog Whore nominees:


A fellow Blog Whore: DRONE
This guy's gift of poetry rocks: RIVERCAT
This lady's life story and Blog posts will keep you as a constant stalker: KIMBERLY MARIE
Versatile and very interesting young lady: STEPHANIE
A great friend, an awesome writer and soon to be a published author.  If you have not discovered her yet, it's about time you did: JUST ME

Once again, my many thanks to the proud mother of the Li'l Man, Lily, you totally rock!