1, food sold by generous portion

2, causal eye contacts and smiles  you exchange with people on the street

3, (if you have oriental look) nasty men who cry out to you “china”, “go home paki!” or “nihao“ 

4, hug* tight and good one.  

5, gentlemanly demeanor** such as holding a heavy bag or a door for ladies

I’ve been craving for a man who can give me hugs and carry my bags (not too demanding. Once a week or even once a month will do.). After 6 years of searching, still find none. 

oh the only exeption is the **Dream Boy**. When I saw him last time, he brought my dream come true in less than a minute. It was shocking. almost made me cry.

Tell me people, what’s wrong with me? Am I on a completely wrong road as a young woman looking for love? Is hug and carrying bags too much for me to ask? Am I wrong to think that I deserve something more than being a babysitter or a caretaker?

oh well, I shouldn’t do this to myself.

Move on!

binkie haz nitemarez i make dem go away

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Max Changmin lució un estilo de cabello distinto en la presentación que DBSK realizara hace poco en Japón, exactamente ayer.

El quinteto se reunió nuevamente para alegría de todos nosotros, siendo el único que lucía una imagen distinta, el menor de los integrantes.

Changmin hizo recordar a sus fans, el look que traía en el video de “HUG”, o bueno, es algo similar.

Está muy parecido, sí o no?.
Bueno, cambiando de tema… pero a la vez no desviándonos del mismo (¿entendieron algo?), la cuestión es que seguiremos hablando de DBSK, en el concierto, presentación o como deseen llamarlo, lucieron un poco desanimados, pero eso no significó que su presentación sea excelente, aunque de ahora en adelante desearía seguir poder observándolos juntos, como lo que son, un grupo, y que ninguna agencia los manipule, ya que además son una familia.

Photo c/o Kalandrakas

“I will not play at tug o’ war
I’d rather play at hug o’ war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs….“
~ Shel Silverstein

Coaching thought: Pass along a hug today.

Life & Business Coach Katie Mattson • Momentum • Energize Your Moment

★ spunkinator

So yesterday was a bad day. A really BAD day. Like I came home and threw my bag one one direction, my xmas shopping in the other, and then slammed my shoes into my closet so hard I might have damaged the dry-wall.

Then I growled and swore, and ate some food that technically, given the rather voluptuous state of my hips at the moment, I shouldn’t have. Then instead of sitting down to watch 80’s movies like I wanted to, I had to put shoes on and go shopping, and haul 300 tonnes to rubbish and pizza boxes to the basement (Did Andre move in while I was away?), and deal with a whole kitty litter THING.

(Rump is in my bad books.)

So by the time I finally finished all that, PLUS drafting up the new office manual design…. I was fucking exhausted.

I crawled onto bed still wearing my jeans and grocery shopping tee-shirt. (Yes. I have a specific tee-shirt that I wear to the supermarket. I don’t know why, I think it’s usually just a co-incidence thing.) intending to do a little reading for uni, before showering and then sleeping.

I didn’t read, as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep.

A few hours later I shot up in bed just knowing that someone was in my room looking at me.

Sure enough I open my eyes and there’s a huge shadow in my bedroom door. I launch myself out of bed, and yelp – exactly like a startled wolf – and Ran (THE ASS) laughs at me.

And worse yet? He keeps insisting that I screamed. As if. I do not scream like a girl.

Ran: {Laughing} Easy, Easy! It’s just me. Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.

Ayla: You didn’t scare me.

Ran: Right. So what was he screaming for?

Ayla: I wasn’t screaming. That was my battle cry.

Ran: Right… Babe, you’re shaking.

Ayla: From emotion. I’m just so pleased to see that you’ve broken into my house again…

Ran: Sorry, I need somewhere to crash, and you didn’t answer your door, or your phone when I called.

(I notice for the first time that he looks exhausted.)

Ayla: What’s wrong with your place?

Ran: Andre and Tiny are… Making up. Loudly. And I had a bad day.

(He says this while stripping down to his underwear. I take a moment to admire his chest.)

Ran: Why are you still dressed?

Ayla: I didn’t mean to fall asleep when I did. I had a stupid day.

Ran: Me too. Want a hug?

Ayla: … You didn’t happen to stumble across a new blog today did you?

Ran: A what?

Ayla: Never mind.

So I stepped out of my jeans and tee-shirt, and reached for my PJ’s. He tackled me onto the bed before I could reach them. Then he enfolded himself around me, and I buried my face into his shoulder and traced the veins in his forearms.

(He has lots. It’s weird. I checked mine and I can barely see them, but his are almost sticky-outy.)

Ran: Your hair smells good.

Ayla: I got it cut. The hairdresser gave me a mullet.

Ran: It looks fine. It’s still nice and long… {He runs his free hand through my hair, and tugs a bit} Would you like me to rip her limb from limb?

Ayla: No. She gave me a discount, and a free treatment.

….

Ran: So about the screaming-

Ayla: I did not scream.

Ran: Sure. About the battlecry then – Sorry. I really didn’t mean to freak you out.

Ayla: You should stop breaking into my house then.

Ran: What if we organized nights where I come over, like sometimes after late night Pack business like tonight. That way you’d be expecting me, and there’d be less screaming.

Ayla: It was a Battlecry. And OK, on a casual basis. Not every night.

….

Ayla: So… shouldn’t we be having hot sweaty sex?

Ran: {all sleepy and comfortable} Mm.

Ayla: Wait, you don’t want to sleep with me?

Ran: {snorts} Of course I do. {He shifts a bit and it becomes very clear that at least one part of him would very much like sex}

Ayla: So why aren’t we…

Ran: Because this is nice too. Besides I’m holding out.

Ayla: For what?

Ran: For you to agree to engage in some form of non-casual relationship with me.

Ayla: ….

Ran: Well?

Ayla: I’m thinking about it.

Ran: {chuckles} Sure. Just let me know when you’ve made up your mind.

So this one is a timely gimme of a post. And it’s cliche. But, hey, it’s the night before Thanksgiving, and I’m getting ready to move my cubicle. Plus I get to wake up at the bald crack of dawn to drive to San Antonio. You’ll pardon me if I take the easy way out.

This is how I really feel, both in-game and out.

Anyways, happy Thanksgiving to you all, or, in the spirit of retail corporate America, happy mid-Hallanksmas season. (You know, that mash up of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas that we’re all so used to seeing at the mall.)

If there’s one thing that real life has taught me, it’s that you gotta be thankful for the little things. Whether it’s knowing where you left your keys or finding out that, yes, you do have two more double-A batteries, innocuous events can really make your day. I’d go on and on gushing about e-mails that changed my life or meeting “the one” when I was least expecting it, but most of you will be putting up with that tomorrow at dinner.

So let’s talk about the little things that make a game. Whether it’s properly adjusted drop rates or a well-designed control mechanism, small things can really make all the difference. Does anyone remember when World of Warcraft started up and the server queues that came with it? We all thought we’d won the lotto when the lines finally died down and we got to play the actually game. Ah, memories…

Now, don’t get me wrong: I actually cannot hold popularity against anyone. I’m just not hip enough. But that’s one of those irking qualities of MMOs that sometimes cause me to question why I bother. But although we’ve all felt that kind of frustration with everything from armor that won’t drop to body campers who won’t log, we all can be thankful for one thing–group of people actually.

Every game has a dedicated team of developers whose job is to make sure that problems are fleeting. So on this Thanksgiving Eve, I’m giving a big shout out to the devs of the gaming world. You guys make it possible, and you deserve some props.

…and now that I’ve sucked up, can I get some free stuff? I kid.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone and a continued merry Hallanksmas season.

When the inevitable happens and I finally take control of this planet we like to call Earth (do we actually like to? Strange saying..) these are the things I’m going to do to make the world a better place:

• Consider a new name for Earth that we DO like to call it
• Ban beards. Just why? They’re ewwy!
• I’d meet Taylor Lautner. I’d only have to meet him once for him to fall in love with me, haha (I wish)
• Every book I love will be made into a TV show/Film
• Being Scottish will be illegal
• Flying will be free (for people I like)
• Everyone will say hello and goodbye with a hug
• Anyone I don’t like get’s sent to Fiji
• I’ll build a bridge between the UK and USA with one giant flat (and uber fast) esculator thing along it so you just have to stand there
• Scales will be illegal – who cares how much you weigh?
• OAPs and children will not be allowed to go to town when I am
• My favourite TV shows will run continuously (every week) without hiatus or season breaks until I say so
• All dance/trance/house/rnb will be banned
• Chivalry will be law, but there will be clear guidelines on the difference between chivalry and sexism
• All bombs/guns/explosives will be destroyed and anyone wanting to fight must do so (with my permission) using swords and bow and arrows
• Karma will be MADE to happen
• No one is allowed to say they don’t like something unless they have tried it. Properly.
• Arguing with me would result in death
• All idiots will be prosecuted
• I would have one of every item of clothing/shoes in Topshop, Bershka, H&M, Dorothy Perkins, Miss Selfridge, Republic, River Island etc and someone to help me pick what to wear each day
• Anyone who annoys me while I’m driving will have their licence removed. For life.
• All hot lads must play either guitar/bass/drums and know how to ride a motorbike
• All cities will be removed from Africa, people from there will be given the option of a house in a different country or staying there and living in a tribal hut
• People who are bosses/supervisors/managers will be taught that they are only ‘higher’ during working hours and must consider than the rest of the time they’re no better than ‘their staff’ and should therefore treat everyone with respect within working hours too. Or it may come back to bite them in the arse.
• The whole ’sleep at night’ convention will be removed and the world will be constantly in motion with people sleeping whenever they want instead
• Friday and Monday will become parts of the weekend
• Everyone must read my blog. Or be punished.

That’s all I can think of for now. My world sounds pretty darn nifty, doesn’t it? Have a song that matches. Take That – Rule The World ♫ http://blip.fm/~gvp9n Enjoy!

Ah, life. That thing that happens when you’re busy making plans. A lot has changed since March, I’m sure, but I’m not going to worry about filling in the gaps.

The last few months have provided the usual hotchpotch of business, love, charity and disintegrating relationships (in reverse order of financial gain, and – hopefully – ascending order of personal growth). The Pirate and I are done, in the friendliest way possible, and even have our own break-up song:

There was a brief relationship with a new man, which was an incredible re-awakening of my romantic senses, and a subsequent break-up caused by his arguing style. So damn repetetive. I like my arguments to have the decency to appear to be moving in a forward-like direction.

I realise now… blessed hindsight… that the two years I spent with the Pirate had little to do with love, and more to do with a lack of disgust, as Eoin Colfer succinctly puts it in the next episode of the thrilling Hitchiker’s series. I do feel a little wiser than I did this time two years ago, but I also feel cynical and disillusioned, which will hopefully pass.

Cynicism aside, I’m enjoying the freedom of being alone again… and knowing that I don’t need anybody else. I had one of those rare moments of insight on a bus last week, when I suddenly wanted to sing and embrace the person sitting across from me. I managed to hold back from hugging strangers, but I did smile the whole way home.

So life is moving on, and I’m trying to keep up with it.

How have you been?!

And somewhere in America a mother is wondering why her sweet little Sally stopped going to church in college.  Courtesy of Huffington Post.

Tea, Orange Juice, Doughnut …
Some time you HUG me
Some time you do not

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A t-shirt found in Seoul, South Korea

Proverbs 18:24 A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly : and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.

Callie Shell: “It was primary morning in New Hampshire. Barack and Michelle Obama had been campaigning separately all week. In the first few months of 2008 their private time seemed to consist of a few crossover moments in back hallways before rallies. This moment was rare and you could tell they just loved being able to sit together. Jan. 8, 2008.”

I’m feeling markedly depressed today. Lately I haven’t felt too great, but today seems to have been the crossing over of the thin line that was separating me from this feeling. I’m not sure exactly what has put me in this state but by taking a few moments to use the process of elimination this is the best I could come up with.

Firstly, I have much to be appreciative of. Namely a roof over my head, supportive friends and family, a strong and creative mind, good health, a stable job and great prospects for the future.

Secondly, nothing in particular has caused enough distress as of late for me to be feeling this low. I have had a pretty good run lately to be honest.

And thirdly, I’m always one to get my issues off my chest as quickly as possible. For instance, I sat down and started writing this as soon as I got the chance, because the last thing I wanted was to be feeling like this for the rest of the day.

But even this is barely helping.

I am the most optimistic and inspired person I know, so why should I be feeling so gloomy? Is it something atmospheric? Or am I missing the mark completely? I’ve been single for nearly a year now, after separating with my ex fiance, but in that time I’ve risen above the pain and despair that our breaking up caused. I moved to an entirely different city and spent six months by myself. I traveled to Japan. I underwent major emotional and psychological changes to adjust to my new reality. And generally speaking, I am happier for it.

 So in light of all that I have written above it is clear what not is the problem. That only leaves one thing. The void of intimacy. My article Exploring the Humanic Relationship comes to mind here. I would ask you to read it but I’m about to give you the nuts and bolts of it here and now. I coined the unusual term “humanic relationship” to describe an all-encompassing union between two people that is purely unique and specific to them alone (ie. two friends who share a bed, snuggle and see no reason why they should not).

A humanic relationship is one wherein two people have established boundaries as to what is appropriate and inappropriate within their friendship together. Before they found boyfriends, I had two female friends with whom I had this relationship with. It was honest, relaxed and warm. Looking at it in an objective way, the only thing separating this relationship from a conventional one is the fact that there are no titles, no obligations, or sex (depending on the nature of some of the ”friendships”.) We’ve all heard about the “friends with benefits” arrangement that some people have with each other, but the humanic relationship is more about two people casting aside preconceptions about what society “allows” in a friendship and doing what feels natural to them both. As I mentioned earlier, I’ve shared a bed with, slept in with and eaten breakfast with a girl whom I was not romantically involved with, simply because we valued that kind of intimacy. Again, it felt natural to us both.

But all of that is another story. The matter at hand has revealed some glaring voids in my new and supposedly happy life.

Intimacy, even just snuggling, is something I’ve been without for a very, very long time, and that can play on moods very strongly. I can say that having gone through that process of elimination I’ve found the problem.

I just need a damn hug!

-BJH

In honor of Ben Franklin who focused on one virtue a month each year (plus humility, which he worked on all year round on the advice of a detractor),  I’m working on one  life principle each week from Sunday to Saturday.  Will you join me?

Yes, you’ve seen this one before.  In fact, it was the very first life principle we worked on a couple of months ago.  But with the Thanksgiving holidays coming up, I thought we should re-visit the whole “laugh, kiss, hug, and praise” thing.

It’s only four days and they’re not getting any younger you know…

Week 1:  Laugh, kiss, hug, and praise

Just finished giving Munchkin his bedtime feed. His tummy is a little upset these days so he was having a little cry to himself.
Then he did something so beautiful, so wonderous, so special. He put his little baby arms around my neck for a cuddle. He snuggled right in, stopped crying and fell asleep.

My heart has just melted like a scoop of mint sorbet on a hot august afternoon but oh, twice as sweet.

The other day I was standing in the hallway.

Picking up my things after church.

My husband acted like he hadn’t seen me in ten years,

And had just found me through a Google search.

It had really only been a few minutes, but to him, way too long.

He quickly got the look on his face, “I am going to fix what is wrong.”

He put his arms around me and gave me the biggest hug.

And all of the sudden it squeaked out, like a tiny little bug.

Sometimes you can stop those things, or at least hold them in.

But in this instance there was no turning back, the lion had left its den.

He hugged me so tight in the hallway, it  forced the mighty wind to blow.

But at least nobody was walking by to experience the smelly show.

I laughed as I hugged him back, whispering that he’d just made me fart.

And when he kept on hugging me, I knew he loved me with all of his heart.