Me?  I find this a difficult question to answer in a straightforward manner.  By default, I  believe that I am a risk-averse person where my day-to-day life is concerned.  Given a choice, I would pick the option with the most predictable outcome.  Be it the choice of a meal ordered at a restaurant, or the type of book I borrow from the library.   "Be safe"  is my mantra where casual choices are concerned. 

However, the 'thought' of other possibilities always excites me.  The book on social science instead of an autobiography,... a Mexican restaurant instead of Japanese... a day trip to an unresearched location instead of an enquired one. .... In my mind, this is where the  conflict starts.  It is almost as if there are two of me, in one body.  On the one hand, there is the 'adventurous' me - yearning to attempt something new (more often that I currently do), no matter how trivial it may seem.  And, on the other, there is the 'risk-phobic' me - the psyche that constantly seeks and finds comfort in the familiar.  

Having said this, I have to admit that every now and then, I get that buzz to shock myself (and everyone who knows me well :)  ,.. and have actually gone out and done the unthinkable.  The latest example of this of course is dressing up for that 70s party!!  (The best part:  At the end of that day - it was a good decision and I took home more that night than just having a great time.) When I do it, I feel so proud of myself for getting out of my "mold" and wiggling around a little.

So what does all this mean?  Do most people have a "safe mode" and an "adventurous mode" that they switch back and forth from?  What about you? 

You may face this kind of horror situation..... Manish Kumar Chopra

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Marcus was a co-worker, nearly half of her forty-two years, and drop-dead gorgeous. A light-skinned black man who had been a college athlete, Marcus had been flirting with her the past few months. At first Randi thought nothing of it, most of the salesmen and a few of the younger want-a-be muscleheads at her gym had hit on her a time or two. A petite woman with light brown shoulder length hair, big blue eyes and prominent cheekbones, Randi kept in shape by running and doing yoga. Her breasts were on the small side but still plenty firm, even after two children, and her legs and ass were smooth and tight.

One day, Marcus was alone with her in her office when he bluntly made his feelings known. Randi was flustered, told him she was flattered, but that she was married and not interested. Marcus didn't push, said he understood, but told her if she ever changed her mind , just give him a call.

That was less than a week ago. Randi couldn't get Marcus off her mind after he had propositioned her. Randi enjoyed her sex life with her husband, but had to admit that after Marcus had left her office, her pulse had risen significantly and that her panties were moist.

A few days later, she talked herself into calling Marcus when she knew he was out of the office. Marcus didn't seem at all suprised to her from her. When he suggested that they meet for drinks after work, Randi declined. Her home schedule wouldn't allow for it and her husband would certainly wonder why she would be out drinking. Marcus then suggested meeting over lunch at a large park near their work and Randi quickly accepted.

Now as she sat in her minivan, Randi was having serious second thoughts. Maybe they would just talk and she could explain that they would have to settle for being close friends. She even considered driving away a time or two when Marcus suddenly appeared in his gold Mercedes SL 550. She caught herself smiling as she watched him get out of his car. "Jesus" she thought to herself " He IS gorgeous!"

Marcus was glad to see Randi as well. Marcus loved everything about her; especially the fact she was older than he was, white and married. Marcus had slept with dozens of married women and enjoyed the sport of taking the ones least likely to stray and seducing them to the point that they would do anything to be with him. The more married they professed to be, the more interested he became. The fact that he found Randi Boehmon sexy as hell didn't hurt either. Marcus had been in this situation numerous times before and knew that he had to stay aggressive to keep Randi from reconsidering.

"Hey!" he said brightly as he climbed into the van. Randi's body began to hum from him being so close to her as she took in the earthy scent of his Armani cologne. Marcus quickly leaned in and kissed her on the lips, his tongue seeking entry into her warm mouth. Randi, though initially caught off guard, found herself kissing him back , her tongue dancing with his, their mouths opening and closing in unison.

After a few short moments, Randi placed her tiny hand on his muscled chest and gently pushed him away.

"Wait . . .um . . . Marcus, I think we need to talk, I mean . . .I'm married and . . ."

Marcus kissed her again this time running his fingertips lightly down her jawline to the hollow of her neck and beyond. He cupped one of her breasts through her white, long-sleeved silk blouse feeling her nipple begin to harden. Randi kissed him back hungrily, her hand creeping up to the back of his head.

When Marcus broke the kiss, Randi looked up at him breathlessly and again tried to take control of the situation.

"Marcus . . .Please . . . I've never done this type of thing before and I'm not sure . . ."

Again Marcus cut off her objections by kissing her, driving his tongue deep into her open mouth. He felt Randi shudder slightly as he ran his hand up her thigh and under her charcoal skirt. When Randi shifted to allow Marcus to get his hand between her legs, he smiled as he sucked on her tongue which was probing his mouth.

Marcus noted with satisfaction that Randi was wearing a thong and he could feel that her panties were already wet. He easily slid the thin strip of material aside, and gently slid his thick index finger up her wet tunnel. As he began to work the topside of her pussy walls, his finger found her G-spot and he began to rub it vigorously.

Randi began to moan and she instinctively reached down between his thighs. Randi's hand found his dick straining against his pants and as it crept upward , she found that she was well past his waist band when she finally settled on its bulbous head.

"Jesus!" she thought "He is huge!"

At work, she had found herself glancing at his fat crotch when he done a sales presentation and now she could hardly believe that she would soon be holding him in her hands.

Marcus broke their kiss with a quick dart of his tongue and leaned back in passenger seat looking at Randi smugly and expectantly. Randi quickly realized what he wanted and was eager to please. She bit her pouty lower lip as she undid his pants, her hands trembling slightly. Marcus pushed his pants down to give Randi better access as she took his long, hard cock into her hand for the first time. Randi looked at it with a mixture of awe and approval.

"Ohhh . . . Marcus . . .!" she said slowly , running her hands up and down his shaft. Marcus got a fresh jolt of excitement when her felt her wedding bands as she worked the head of his cock.

Quickly, Randi leaned forward over his lap, taking in the musky scent of his manhood, kissing the tip of his dick lightly. She began running her tongue under and around its purplish dark head before dropping her jaw and taking his length into her warm, wet mouth. Randi tickled his ball sack with her french manicured nails as she blew him noisily, moaning and slobbering over his thick manhood.

After several minutes, Randi removed her mouth from his dick with a loud pop. She looked up at Marcus as she started to lick up and down his shaft before she began sucking each of his heavy balls into her eager mouth. When Marcus began to squirm in his seat, Randi returned to sucking his cock, jacking his shaft furiously with both of her hands. Wanting to get his cock in her married pussy, Marcus laughed harshly, and lifted Randi up from his lap.

Suprised, Randi sputtered " Um . . . It's okay . . . we don't have to stop."

"I think we need more room for what I got in mind." Marcus told her.

Randi led Marcus throught the front row of seats, the two bent over and stepping lightly around her children's books, DVD's and action figures, to the rear of the van. Randi laid back on bench seat, one leg bent on the seat itself, the other flat on the floor, and lifted her skirt up around her trim waist. Marcus knelt between her outstretched legs and slid his hands gently up her thighs where he hooked her thong with his fingers. Randi lifted her hips as he peeled her panties off revealing her moist bush.

Randi grabbed his long, hard cock in both hands and guided it to the opening of her pussy. There, Marcus stopped with his cock head resting on her lips and said:

" You gotta tell me what you want, Mrs. Boehman"

"Make love to me , please Marcus. I want to feel you inside me!" Randi urged pleadingly.

"I'm not your husband and we're damn sure not making love. Tell me what you want." Marcus replied forcefully.

Randi's husband enjoyed it when she talked dirty and she was somewhat suprised that her young co-worker liked it as well, but she was plenty game. Looking up at Marcus she purred seductively:

"Marcus . . .I want you to take your big . . .hard . . .BLACK . . . cock and fuck my pussy! C'mon . . .I need a nice hard cock in me NOW!"

Satisfied, Marcus leaned forward and slowly pushed the head of his cock into her hot, wet tunnel. Randi inhaled sharply, her head thrust back as she felt her pussy being stretched to its fullest. Marcus pushed his entire length into her and began to slowly fuck her as Randi's hips began to roll on the seat.

"Ahhhh . . .That feels so good! Keep fucking me like that!" she muttered as Marcus kept up his steady pounding of her previously faithful pussy.

After several minutes, Randi's breathing became labored as she felt her orgasm building.

"OHHHHHHH . . . SHIT . . . I'm gonna cum Marcus . . . I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK ME HARDER BABY! FUCK ME HARDER!!!"

Marcus braced himself with one arm outstretched against the van's interior, the other around Randi's bent leg. Better positioned, he began to piston his cock faster and faster into the older woman.

"AAHHHH . . . UMMMMMMM . . . FUCK!!! Randi screamed as her orgasm hit. Her head thrashed back and forth on the seat as her body spasmed beneath his bulk.

Even after she started to recover, Marcus continued his assault, banging the soccer mom's head uncomfortably against the van wall.

"Wait . . .Marcus . . . Baby . . .Let me get on top of you!" Randi offered placing her hand against his thick chest and pushing him up off her.

Marcus slid to the middle of the seat holding the base of his rock hard cock. Randi straddled him, lifting her skirt above her waist. She raised up over his lap and on top of his thick head then slowly lowered herself upon him, savoring inch after inch that slid into her eager pussy. Once she had his entire cock in her, she ground her hips against him, thrilling at the sensation, before she began riding him up and down.

Randi looked down through lidded eyes as she fucked her young lover.

"Does that feel good Baby?" she asked seductively.

In response, Marcus grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to his waiting lips. Their tongues dueled as Randi continued to ride Marcus, her swollen clit rubbing deliciously against his hard belly.

Marcus slid his hands between their straining bodies and unbuttoned her blouse. Pulling her bra down, his thumbs began to work her breasts. He leaned forward taking one of Randi's hard nipples into his mouth. Randi arched back and pulled Marcus against her chest as he continued to suck on her.

Randi felt herself building to a second orgasm and desperately wanted to feel her lover cum inside her. Remembering his reaction to her earlier dirty talk, Randi laid her head on his broad shoulder and whispered:

"Ahhh Marcus . . .you feel so good! I love your cock baby!" she began.

"You like fucking married ladies, don't you. You like it when married ladies spread their legs for you . . .Don't you baby!" she continued.

"AHH . . .Yeah . . .Baby. I love your tight pussy. I love fucking you!" Marcus gasped.

Randi felt his dick get even harder.

"I"m yours now. . .I'm your whore! Your married slut!! That's what you want, isn't it? Me to be your whore?!"

"Ahh . . . fuck yeah! That's what I want!" he managed as he felt on the verge of exploding. He grabbed the older woman by her waist and slammed her forcefully down on his cock.

"Then cum in your whore baby! FUCK ME, BABY! FUCK ME!!!!!!"

Randi felt her lover's first jet of cum hit deep inside her womb causing her orgasm to ripple through her body. She locked her mouth onto Marcus as they continued to fuck, Marcus shooting rope after rope of his sticky jism into her very married pussy.Randi groaned loudly into his mouth

as she ground her hips on his lap, overcome by the sensation she felt inside of her.

Randi pulled her mouth from her young co-worker's lips and laid her head on his shoulder, each of their chests rising and falling as they caught their breath.

Neither said a word until Marcus glanced at his Rolex.

"Ahh Shit! I'm gonna be late!"

With that he lifted Randi up off his lap, his thick cock falling with an audible slap across his muscled thigh. "I got a meeting with Phil at 1:00." he explained.

The two co-workers straightened up the best they could and made their way back to the front of the van. With his hand on the door handle, Marcus kissed Randi quickly on the lips and as he climbed out of the van said:

"Call me."

Randi watched him wordlessly as he climbed into his car and backed out of the parking space. With a brief wave, he accelerated quickly away from her van.

Randi surveyed the damge in her rearview mirror. She noted that her hair and make-up were a total mess as she ran her index finger over her puffy lips.

"Call me?" she said to herself, irritated at his sudden departure, the gravity of the potential consequences of her actions settling over her like a thick fog. After nearly twenty years of being a loving and faithful wife, bearing her husband two children, she had risked it all by what she had just done with a man half her age.

"Call me?" she said out loud as she applied her eyeliner, worry and doubt evident on her face.

"Call me?" A wry smile crossed her beautiful lips. Who was she kidding. Of course she would call him.And soon.

Randi started her minivan and headed back towards work. She had appointments to keep as well, but first, she needed to stop and buy a pack of cigarettes. Randi will surely call him soon............... for another tryst on lunchtime.....................

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crisp and tart

the original sweetness

the original sin

if i were allowed to live

in your garden

would i tire of

your perfection?

lose the

spark

the thrill

the excitement of

our connection

would butterflies

eventually remain

still at the thought

of your face?

could i grow tired

of such a place?

if i did

i would still choose

to hold your hand as

we fell from grace

the tartness

the sweetness

the original sin

if they were mine to taste

He couldn't sleep. Again.

Everyone these days talk about how little they sleep. How they have insomnia and then will proceed to talk about how coming to work today was like being able to climb Everest with crutches for them.

"What a bunch of pricks." He thought.

Then he realized he was describing people he has never met and just made up in his head. Feeling one step closer to being a lunatic, he went back to his current dilemma.

Punching the pillows and rolling around, making a boiling cocoon out of his blanket. This wasn't a badge of honor for him. Merely frustrating. It was raining, but the calm that came for Jacob with the rain was absent tonight. He was forcing his eyes shut with all his strength but one slid open just in time to see the clock hit 4:00 A.M.

Jacob had to be awake in 3 hours. No matter what happened in those three hours, he'll be zombie to the world by noon. Might as well not fight it.

He turned on the tv and watched some overweight, burnout of a man talk about 60s music and how great it was.

Jacob didn't even yawn by the time the clock hit 7.

Sara would be here at 8 to give him a ride. Time to get ready.

8:10 A.M

Sara was a naive woman. She took everything at face value and made sure the face of her life was pretty. That's why they were still dating. That and because Jacob could never handle the idea of being alone. It was easier to just nod and concur with every trivial detail she spewed.

It wasn't really her fault how blatantly shallow she became to Jacob. She was just falling into place. Her fascination with who Jacob was underneath his job and gender had died. Now it was about husband material and settling in. It was about what she wanted. Jacob wanted a partner to journey through life with, but he knew she was going to settle and he doubted his ambition to journey lasting long.

She was safe and consistent. He'd get into the swing of settling eventually.

The things that slipped out of her mouth like, ".....probably move in next week....." and "......ask about that promotion....." that should have been major issues on Jacob were met with, "okay." She would accept them as his satisfaction that things were falling into place for him as they were for her.

They pulled up at the office parking lot.

"You okay, baby?" she asked, with some actual concern towards his silence.

"I'm tired." he voiced through a sigh.

"Well, keep your head down today. See you later." She said, with a dismissive, but gentle tone.

"Yeah, see you in a bit." He said just before closing the car door.

"Life is too short to bother looking up, after all." Jacob thought with sarcasm and disappointment as the car drove away.

12:00 P.M

The break was the only reason Jacob kept smoking these days. He stood by the lamp post as he held the cigarette in his lips, and coffee in his left hand. He drank in sips as he watched the black crow on the fence.

Mr. Wilson was giving him shit all morning about-

Jacob's head jerked as he saw his shadow in the grass where the lamp post stood.

He took another gulp of the liquid dirt in his left hand. Watching intently at the ground.

Jacob could have sworn that, from the corner of his eye, he saw he shadow catch a bird on his arm.

"Just tired.....burned out." He said with an almost sad tone. At least it would have been interesting.

He flicked the cigarette and walked back into his daily hell hole.

5:05 P.M

Sara would be here late...she didn't tell him this but he knew it would happen. It was one of those days where Jacob just knew that he'd be by the lamp post for awhile. Everyone else got off at four, but Jacob was always behind so planned on staying an hour late. Now the parking lot was his.

There were two crows on the fence now now. Staring intently at the lone guy by the lamp post. Like they were expecting a show from him.

"Sorry to disappoint you." He said putting the last cigarette he had in the corner of his mouth. Lighting it with half open eyes.

He kept glancing at his shadow. Hoping to let his bloodshot eyes play another trick on him.

Jacob wasn't observant enough. If he was, he'd have caught that the lamp post's shadow changed to the top of the gallows.

He wish he remembered to bring his Mp3 player. It would give him something-

There it was again. He saw it this time though. The glance caught it. Jacob's shadow arm was raised just like when it called the bird. This time though, it raised to it's mouth, and flicked it's cigarette out.

Jacob didn't touch his.

The crows continued to watch.

It was looking at him but as stunned as he was, Jacob couldn't back away. Unable to back away from his phenomena just like you couldn't back away from your own shadow. It reached behind the shadow of the structure, pulling out some black cord.

A noose.

The crows continued to watch.

The shadow threw it over its own neck and tightened it with a single pull. Jacob's cigarette fell from his mouth as he gasped for air. He couldn't talk, but panic overtook and he tried to run.

Ran in vain. The structure's shadow grew bigger and yanked Jacob's into the air. Jacob's eyes bulged in panic as he was yanked back to the lamp post. His face red.....blood staying in his head. He felt for the rope but none was there. No rope held him.

"This is ridiculous. WHAT THE HELL IS-" Jacob thought as his weary eyes rolled back.

His shadow still swung. It kicked a few times and then was swinging steady.

With a wind breezing by it's feet.

The crows continued to watch.

5:30

Jacob was nowhere to be seen. Nobody saw him leave. Sara walked out of the office building concerned, and in the dim light of the lamp post saw a folded note on the ground. She jogged to it. She knew that was where Jacob liked to stand.

She picked it up and unfolded it.

In shaky writing it said, "I was my own waste of time."

Sara's car pulled away a minute later.

Three crows now. All looked at the lamp post. To see the shadow of it.

And the figure that was still leaning up against it.

~Ben Matlock

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What's in a book? Is it a laugh, a thrill, a feeling, a thought, a tragedy, a jolt, a profound communication, reality? You'll find all of that and more in the new, quick selling War Child, a Memoir, by Bruce Cerew.

Cerew's story is based on his own real life experience growing up as a child in war torn Africa and leads to his daring escape and eventual

flight to freedom in the Netherlands. The book reads like a Hollywood

thriller and may indeed be made into a film.

This story tells the true events of one young man's courageous flight from injustice in West Africa, where he falls victim to violence at the hands of an abusive, gambling father, only to be captured by marauding rebel troops, then held prisoner, by a supposedly enlightened Western society.

Cerew's powerful story is told through the eyes of Ray; his fictionalized alter ego, who at just 12 years old finds himself forced to leave home. On his long road of despair he is subjected to a chain of continued abuse, victimization and disappointment.

Weakened by his struggle for freedom, Ray begins to lose his sense of self and reality. This mental confusion eventually brings him to the brink of madness.

War Child is an unflinching look at the horrors of human abuse and war—and it reflects how those horrors continue to twist and shape the lives of refugees long after they escape their own country's conflicts.

Refugees and immigrants around the world, who have fallen through the cracks of a fatigued global society, will be overwhelmed with joy and appreciation to know that one of them has exposed their plight to the world on a very personal level.

Cerew's ultimate freedom is hard won, and is accomplished only through his indomitable spirit and a strong faith that prevailed against all odds. In the end, what saves him is human kindness, dignity and the emotional rescue of love.

Her husband John was an airline pilot and was away frequently. They lived on a small farm outside the city where he was based and she grew lonely from time to time while he was away. Erin had a very high sex drive and as a newlywed she had expected to be fulfilled more often than her husband's schedule would allow. She loved horses and had recently purchased one. The stud in her hands was the driver who delivered her horse. She had been very attracted to him when they first met but nothing came of it. This day however he had dropped off another horse at a nearby farm and stopped in, he said, to check in on the horse he had delivered earlier. Her husband was away for a few days and she had invited him in. She had been getting ready for a jog when he came over and was in her running clothes. Her thighs were absolutely stellar and at her height of five feet ten inches she had always been told to be a model. She looked amazing in her running shorts with her beautiful thighs in full view. She had a very athletic body and she enjoyed wearing shorts to catch the men looking at her perfect legs and shapely ass. Her rear end was as tight as a drum and she looked better than anyone when she wore a thong, which she did frequently.

Now however all she cared about in the world was this magnificent cock in her hands. She rarely gave oral and had only given it to her husband on a handful of occasions. She had always disliked the taste and found it degrading to have a penis in her mouth. This was going to be an obvious exception. She was on her knees at the foot of her bed worshiping this amazing stud. She kissed the tip of his rock hard penis and felt the dew on her lips as she pulled back. She then licked the head with her clammy tongue and took it in her mouth. She couldn't fit much of it in because of its size but she was enjoying herself. She felt the juices from her sopping wet pussy begin to run down her inner thighs.

She stroked the base of his cock with both hands and moved her head further down. It was the ultimate front row seat on this stud and she was thrilled to have him in her mouth. She took him in deeper until she felt it pressing against the back of her throat. She then slowly began moving her head back and fourth. She felt his strong hands on the back of her head as he pulled her in closer, forcing her to swallow more of his gigantic cock. She almost threw up when suddenly she relaxed her gag reflex and allowed it to go down her throat like a big piece of sausage.

This was her first deep throat and he obviously approved of her work. He sighed and leaned back and told her it felt incredible. She was thrilled to know that she had pleased him and visions of him coming over every time her husband was away flashed through her head. She continued deepthroating him for a few more minutes until she felt she couldn't anymore, and then told him she wanted him inside her, fucking her dripping wet shaved pussy. She climbed on the bed and rolled on her back. He crawled up the bed to meet her with his massive erection pointing at her. She gazed up and down his perfect athletic body and rubbed his chiseled stomach with her eager hands as he hovered over her. Her heart was pounding and she felt him lay his gigantic cock on top of her exposed, wet vagina. The base of his cock was directly on top of her clitoris and she could feel his balls near the opening of her pussy and anus. The tip of his penis was almost to her belly button. He kissed her again and began rubbing his enormous member up and down her clit. She began to rock with him and pulled him in tight. He whispered to her asking if she was ready. She gave a nervous nod and braced herself for what she knew was a life changing decision.

She felt the head on the outside of her vagina and he began to slowly thrust inward. It stretched her vaginal walls to their limits and she softly told him to slow down. He kissed her lips, pulled back, and then gingerly went in a little deeper. She could not believe the sensations. The feeling of his massive cock pushing ever deeper made her wetter than she had ever been before. His gentle in and out motion felt unreal. She could feel her sex juices flowing and easing his entry. She had never known what other girls meant when they said they saw stars but now she fully understood. The room was spinning. His immense penis was reaching places she didn't think possible.

They kissed and rocked in motion during the greatest experience of her life. He was fully inside of her filling her with his giant cock as far as it would go. She could hear the squishing sound his penis made as he moved it back and fourth inside her dripping pussy. As she built towards climax she grabbed him tighter. Her vagina was burning with pleasure and she held her lover close. Her pussy began to spasm and clench it's vice grip around his giant cock. She was cumming harder than she ever had in her life. His unbelievable manhood satisfied her beyond her wildest dreams.

As she was in the last throws of her earth shattering orgasm, she heard a slight grunt and felt his cock begin to pulsate. He flooded her womb with his hot cream and she loved the sensation. Each spasm brought more and more of his thick cum into her and she imagined this man pleasuring her every night for the rest of her life. After he finished pumping her full, he slowly slid his mammoth member from her soaking wet pussy. She felt his thick fluid inside of her and wondered if she would become pregnant by her stud. She and her husband had been trying to conceive but with his crazy work schedule they had not had sex for three weeks. Her vagina was still quivering with pleasure from her lover's giant penis.

He rolled onto his side and put his arms around her. She could feel his warm member lying across her hip. She felt her juices mixed with his ejaculate running down the lower part of her stomach as it dripped from his penis. She even loved the smell of their act. She leaned into him and kissed him on the lips. Erin had been fully satisfied and knew she wanted this hung stud in her life for a long time.

Let foot fall light on tender green

make no sound and be not seen

brush no dew from wild rose petal

quickly through the stinging nettle.

Wake not sleeping butterfly

dodge the sparrow’s watchfull eye

over pond by fallen log

stone to stone across the bog

A summer breeze, your cheeks will flush

no raven warns of broken hush

slip into the willow maze

and wrap yourself in morning haze

Quiet now, the time has come

your body is still, your heart a drum

the thud of hoof, the crunch of leaves

round the willows she nimbly weaves

Decended from the mountains high

where quaking aspen touch the sky

with velvet fawn about her knees

the doe emerges from the trees

Slow your breath and sooth your heart

for of this scene you are a part

within the rythms of the land

that guide with firm yet gentle hand

As in the cloak of stillness you hide

with eager delight, your eyes grow wide

to see the sun in threads of light

sprinkle her coat in spots of white

Revealing in her ebony eyes

something old, alert and wise

to the past she’s perpetualy linked

ancient wisdom turned to instinct

And something pulls within your mind

you feel as though you’re intertwined

with all that’s lived and ever will

energy’s pure electric thrill

She bows to nibble the crisp clean clover

on the mazes trail it’s sprinkled over

the willows quiver and whisper of wind

you slowly inhale to breath it all in

She moves now toward the riverbed

guiding her young with graceful tread

watch as the trees absorb her shape

guardians of all who wish to escape

You want to follow, to leave it all

to drink from spring and waterfall

up highest mountain you could run

and fly forever towards the sun

But moments pass and the whim is gone

hidden from view like the mother and fawn

So raise your eyes to the rising sun

and witness the beauty of a new day begun.

The empty roads beyond midnight exudes an unusual sort of beauty - the orange hue from the street lamps - the wideness and space presented to you. When I cruise down these quiet roads at night, driving in Singapore seems so much bearable. And one can have fun, only when you're driving a pocket rocket with a manual transmission.

Negotiating sharp bends enthralls your passenger and yourself. The roar of the car engine is like music to your ears. There's indeed something deeply poetic about driving at night. For me, I reckon it's the zen-like experience from cruising down the road at night. But of course, I'm no speed demon. Just a tad too playful at times.

When I'm driving, I'm also scrutinised by baby on how I rest my arms. There was once when we're cruising down the road leading to Changi Village. Unconciously, I did what Jay Chou did as illustrated in the picture below. With the most mischievous of smiles, baby cheekily said: "Why? Trying to act cool ah?" 

Smiling sheepishly at her, I replied: "No lah, just like to drive in this way what..." On other occassions, she tells me the most random of things - and it makes me laugh when we're cruising the night away on the roads. 

That's what I like about her in my passenger seat, she cracks me up. 

There are also moments when no words are exchanged between us. Just the sound of the engine and the music playing from the speakers. And of course, the car zooming past buildings, expressways and trees. Simply the sheer enjoyment of the night drives.

A perfect start to the weekend.

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A Kipling não pára! A marca belga de bolsas, mochilas, carteiras, malas, estojos e tudo mais que você possa precisar para seu dia-a-dia ou viagens, apresenta agora, como parte da coleção IF,  a estampa Cuby Brown. Com pequenos cubos nas cores prata, preto, marrom e verde-limão, está disponível nos modelos Fairfax, Pomello (foto acima) e Malibu.

E a característica da linha IF, que teve como inspiração o poema de mesmo nome, de Rudyard Kipling, é a exclusividade, já que todas as edições que lança são limitadas.

A Kipling traz, ainda, mais uma novidade, dessa vez para aquelas clientes que, embora fã de seu estilo esportivo/casual, não dispensam uma boa bolsa em couro. A coleção Thrill, vem com design arrojado, linhas geométricas e muitos detalhes (repare no monkey clip), produzida em couro italiano. Suas cores, bem sutis, dão o toque final de elegância ao acessório.

Os modelos vão desde bolsas pequenas até as maiores, de mão ou de ombro e carteiras, tudo para agradar em cheio as mulheres que não abrem mão de funcionalidade, versatilidade e beleza.

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People,

events,

feelings,

candies,

trips,

lullabies,

thorns,

music,

scents,

images,

birds,

dreams,

fevers,

people,

thoughts,

desires,

falls,

runnings,

fruits,

diamonds,

fireworks,

fears,

blood,

paintings,

books,

flights,

passion,

rust,

ambitions...

But it seems I found the road to nowhere, and I'm trying to escape...

Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking...

That maybe six feet ain't so far down...

Pronunciation: im-pl-siv
Function: adjective
1 : having the power of or actually driving or impelling
2 : actuated by or prone to act on impulse <impulsive behavior>
3 : acting momentarily

Growth & Reflection:
To grow from this I'll have to accept that I simply a human being that has wants and needs. And although these wants and needs are struck by my impulsive nature, I must take the time to really think about things before acting. Before purchasing anything at all, I'll give myself until the next day before I decide. If I find a lady that's interesting, I'll take the time to get to know her for at least 3 months before developing any emotional commitment to her. If I find myself acting on a situation to go out with my friends, I must make sure that my schedule permits me to do so. Before acting I must make a conscious effort to step back and reanalyze if the certain action will add value to my career goals and relationship goals. I must take the time to act on wisdom rather than impulse.

Alright... enough! New updates... I've added a new music page to the website, focusing on what certain musical inspirations have kept me moving forward. there will be regular updates, as well as new things added to this web site. But for now enjoy the new song: The Music Page

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It all started when those brambles stuck to my shoe laces. I tried to pull away, but then the thorns scratched my bare knees and calves. I had to bend over for a while to get rid of them. And when I looked up, everyone was gone! I should have asked someone to help me or atleast have had the sense to ask someone to wait for me. Both of which I didn’t do. Wearing khaki shorts and vests isn’t really helpful either. Due to the camouflage they can easily not notice me even if they are searching for me. My only solace is that  I still have all of my camping gear with me in my backpack, along with food and water. I really hate to think what would happen to me even without these.

I had signed up for this camping trip into the Mudumalai forest, situated between the borders of Tamilnadu and Karnataka, along with a bunch of eager photographers, ornithologists , etc, and other eager tourists ofcourse.  While some are here on their job, I m here purely for the thrill of it. Yesterday, when all of us had arrived , we got to stay at this little cottage among the rangers’ quarters. So, there was no need to feel anxious, whatsoever. I was really looking forward to get going further on our camp trip of two days and two nights. But now, I wish I were back there, in the comfort and warmth of the cottage, lying under those sheets of musty smelling blankets given to us by the caretaker.

As it is, the situation is not that bad yet. I am still safe and sound. Haven’t encountered a single animal yet, except for some squirrels and some strange birds. I can smell rotten leaves and animal poop, which shifts to some fragrance of flowers when the wind blows. There are not supposed to be any tigers around here, but people have seen leopards now and then. Yikes! But thankfully, I am not that deep into the forest yet. We had only walked for about three hours into the jungle before I got lost. What if some carnivorous animal can smell me and decide I am to be his meal today?! Got to get out of here, and quick!

We had started immediately after our breakfast, so I am not hungry yet. Its only one o'clock. Even if I were hungry, I am too scared to sit down and open my backpack, here in the middle of the jungle all alone. People told me I must be really brave to go on such a trip, but honestly, not feeling that brave now. All I am thinking is, oh God, even if I were to die here today...please don’t give me a painful death......

Wait a minute , I have a compass, don’t I? May be I can use it get back to where we started. Someone or the other is sure to be there out there. Although I do have map, a map of the region is of no use, I hardly know to read a map. So...I believe we  were walking  towards East  from West, because the sun was in my face when we started. I will try and retrace my steps now.

“Grrnt....Grrnt....Grrrrrrnt”

I just froze in my tracks. What the hell was that?! Oh, please let it not be a leopard or a bison or an elephant or anything that can be potentially dangerous.....

Ooh, I see it now. Its a boar, a wild boar. Can’t be that bad.  Its just a pig thats in a jungle. Well for safety, I will just get out my pocket knife.

 (Fiction)

[TO BE CONTINUED......]

The margin for error here is massive and they have less than 30 seconds before hitting the ground. Placing a large amount of pressure on these insane thrill seekers. All I can say is what will they think of next?

Despite the fact that crap is often considered the hardest  game played at online casinos , the truth of the matter is that it actually is one of the easiest to play.  Given that there are almost forty diverse betting alternatives, the game of craps appears to be a little bit daunting at first sight. Beginners to the game of craps are often advised to disregard the diverse betting choices and to center their attention on the basic pass line bet.

In craps the pass line bet is usually the most common bet and is used by almost every player. A player in craps is required to place a pass line bet prior to the come out roll, since this is when the new shooter initiates his roll. Should the shooter roll amount to or 11, then the player wins. If it is comes out as 2, 3, or twelve, then he loses. If the result is some other number, then that number turns to a point number. The shooter must roll again the resultant number before 7 is rolled for him to win the pass line bet.  Suppose 7 is rolled prior to the point number, then the player loses.

Once the point number has been decided, the player could then try another bet, which is referred to as the odds bet. This odds bet is the only bet in the game of craps that is paid for by its odds. Knowledge of the fundamental pass line bet in the game of craps table is essential for you to successfully start playing craps. Once you become efficient in your craps playing skill, you can then move to the next level and learn the many other betting types in the online casino game of craps.

Craps table is usually operated  by 4 casino employees, these are: the boxman whose chief responsibility is to guard the chips, oversee the dealers and handle the coloring out of players; another one is the 2-base dealers whose responsibility is to stand to either side of the boxman who collects and pay the bets, then there is a stickman whose job involves standing directly across the casino table from the boxman, he takes bets in the table center, declares the results of each betting roll, gathers the dice with an extended wooden stick, and controls the base dealers to pay off winners from bets in the center of the craps table. Each of these aforementioned employees ensures that the other is paying out winners appropriately. On occasions, especially during off-peak sessions, only one base dealer tends to the table, providing only half the table open for players.

A casino dealer usually insists that the shooter rolls with a single hand and that the dice leap off the far wall that surrounds the table. Such conditions are meant to make the game fair (by preventing the dice switching or making of controlled shots. If a die goes off the table, then shooter will typically be asked to choose another die from the three remaining but he can request by use of the same die if it bypasses the boxman's eye. This condition is used to ensure the game is fair and also reduce the chance of cheating in the game.

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Okay the whole thing about this post is Mainly to describe my palm sweating, freaky and an adrenaline-pumping-to-the-max experience, i had when I made that decision to cage myself horizontally in mid-air and go plunging down, turning cockscrews, swinging round the bend in mid air-"HORIZONTALLY" in what they call it the FLYING COASTER

How did i get myself to do it???? HOW?? Well this is how. I have a boyfriend who loves thrills dumbly. Why i say dumbly because he would not rationalize before getting on the ride, NO MATTER HOW FREAKY IT IS. He would just enthusiastically, excitedly get on a thrill ride and PLUNGE. And it is after he has plunged then only his mind will go " Oh God why did i Do this??" but as we know is too late by then.. So there he goes... screaming and shouting and yelling out of fear, shock, excitement, fun and everything you can mention. [taking deep breaths] i just find that part of my boyfriend adorable and weird. Well okay with that brief intro about that boyfriend of mine, so with him so implusive about going onto that Flying Coaster, he managed to influenced me up that ride too. I am usually not this type. I would watch people take the ride, analyze the danger, the risk, stand there watching a little longer to try get over the fear but usually end up walking away contented and happy with no regrets of not getting up the thrill rides. 

Anyway so here am I on the metal platform, the attendent ushered us hastily in to the seats made where we will be lying on our tummies with a cage covering. Within seconds, we were lifted slowly up a spiral thingy till we were many many stories above the ground. On that slow ascend up the spiral track, i told my boyfriend, "ok i really regret doing this........" then we stopped right at the top on a platform. Oh my God. I could see myself hanging lying down in midair. I saw all the curvy tracks below me, the people below looked so small, It was really really FREAKY. I wanted to scream and shout for them to lower me back down. But before i could utter a word....................ARHHHHHHHHHHH i was plunging down at highspeed, face first.. and okay there's no turning back.. I was going round and plunging and tossed every degrees till i din know whether i'm upside down or upright. Every thing was so fast that i could not scream in anyway. I felt my voice got sucked into my tummy and my face was pushed to the front to face the whole terror. And guess what, my boyfriend was screaming all the way through.. not because he was afraid.. it was just that the ride thrilled him to the max. I bet he was so caught up with that thrill he would not even know if his protective cage was off. Well half way that ride, he turned to me and said "shout something baby".. I wanted to tell him "its CRAZY...." but i was unable to explain to him what was in my mind....so i just kept silent and spinned with all his screaming going on.....

Phew Phew.. finally it was over!!!!.. The moment I stepped on solid ground. I have to say after that first time freakiness is overcomed, I actually think it was FUN!!! I would not mind going up again for round 2!!!!

Here's some info about the FLYING COASTER:-

'Flying Coaster', a hang-gliding roller coaster with Swoops, twisters and zooms round turns and drops! With the Flying Coaster, you'll 'fly' with a totally unobstructed view of Genting and its beautiful scenery. Although there is no time to enjoy that, it's moving and turning around so fast. If I'm not wrong, the ride lifts the flyer to a height of 20 meters and releases the flyer to a hang gliding flying experience over 391 meters [rough guess only] of the track length, with a maximum speed of 25 mph.[a guess from my own experience]. Four people fly together side by side, so everyone is on the front seat. I didn't know what was coming, but it was lot of fun and thrilling experience. So JUST DO IT IF YOU HAVE TO!!

Entry written few hours after arrival at R.S.’s residence in Bellevue, WA.

For the first time since beginning my journey, I turn the music on. I haven’t intentionally refrained from turning the knob on the radio or sliding a CD into the tray, but with the crashing surf of the Pacific, the howling mountain winds, and the serenading of so many different bird songs, I’ve yet felt the need to listen to something so artificial, something so synthetic, something so out of place.

But now, just an hour out of Bellevue, I feel a strange thrill brewing within, almost to the point of tears. I’m alive. I’m so damn alive, living, goddamn alive. The deep roar of semis passing by fill my ears, the violent gust of wind rushing through the small crack of my slightly rolled down window scatters throughout my body, and most of all, I’m here. I’m present. I feel so damn good because I’m fully aware, fully appreciative of the simple and miraculous act of existing right now. I remember I have the perfect song to accompany my present mood.

The Greatest Man That Ever Lived – Weezer

(Excerpt)

I am the greatest man that ever lived.

I was born to give.

I am the greatest man that ever lived, oh

Radioactive.

Somebody said all the world is a stage,

And each of us is a player.

That’s what I’ve been tryin’ to tell you.

In Act 1 I was struggling to survive.

Nobody wanted my action dead or alive.

Act 2, I hit big time.

And bodies be all up on my behind.

And I can’t help myself because I was born to shine.

And if you don’t like it, you can shove it.

But you don’t like it, you love it.

So I’ll be up here in a rage,

‘til they bring the curtain down on the stage.

I’m the greatest man that ever lived…

I’m the greatest man that ever lived…

I’m the greatest man that ever lived…

Damn poetic expression. It’s good to be alive. I have the upcoming days to explore Seattle!

TwoThree. (pictured above) Who is TwoThree? I would type it out here, but hey...it's Friday and I'm too lazy...lol. Click here. Anyways, I was searching for some good music with a message. You know...music that inspires instead of...you get the picture. Well, you'll be hard press to find music like that. So I said...enough! So then I found this page. After that, I found their main page. I instantly became a fan. So, if you're looking for good, positive music, hit these guys up...real talk.

PS: The guy near the middle of the picture...yeah, the one with the yellow hat on and the mic in his hand...(*pops collar*)...yeah, that's me. I tend to do that when I'm not blogging...lol. (*talk about a plug*)