tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65554492633181055152024-02-21T09:34:22.290-08:00This Lipstick JungleSky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-5162852309624483392011-11-27T16:43:00.000-08:002011-11-27T17:11:16.700-08:00At Fault<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><i>At fault because it was once a decision made. At fault because it was something once thought of, and put into extreme action. Was there no thought of those affected? No thought of the other, the more important, the emotionally in charge. It is always just a game of cat and mouse, right? or hurt on hurt. Is love that naive to actually have rules involved. True matters of the heart can only involve science, so how does love hurt if the heart still beats and there is no basic definition of four strong letters combined. The heart must be connected to the stomach, because those similar butterflies that occur when freshly beginning and horribly ending are cramping, the most amazing turned into the worst menstrual cycle known to man. Is it unheard of for human life to make mistakes? For an individual to only be reprimanded based on the wrong doing and not the amazing feelings placed on a union once everything is blissful, how common. In this absolute belief that love involves forever, it involves painful memories, painless memories, that only two can share, laugh at, and reiterate the known fact that in the end its all perfectly worth it. Because when it is all said and done the heart still beats, passion still flows, smiles still occur, and tomorrow is another day as long as its another day in a no matter what its embraced kind of love ... </i></span><p><a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/?action=view&current=eternallove.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/eternallove.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></p>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-90280665429675948812011-07-09T09:57:00.000-07:002011-07-09T10:43:25.915-07:00Let it go.<span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">We are not loving in the past, We will love in the present. I do not expect to deal with the collectors Items intertwined with those previous memories you most likely hold dear to your heart. They are in fact memories, the hard evidence should have been washed away in the flood of our tsunami like love. To believe a lover can become a friend is to believe a woman would enjoy dinner with her lovers previous seducer, impossible. Age is not a factor, mental capacity either, however love is a selfish thing. I do not share, not with any woman who held a value similar to mines at one point in time because this current one is en route to diamond. A man begs for a love of passion and detail, do not compromise the gift with your inability to release the past endeavors, Let it go.</span><p><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/apart%20art" target="_blank"><img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae59/electric_music/images/surreal_art.jpg" alt="breaking apart Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /></a></p>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-61855895164184402772010-06-25T19:48:00.000-07:002010-06-25T20:47:19.587-07:00Life or Death<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span><i>"So, since you agreed to this all you have to do is swab your upper and lower front gums with this stick." As the swabbing occurs the mind is racing, trying to figure out why it agrees to this every time the offer is proposed. "Now you sit and wait for the results, it only takes about twenty minutes, so don't worry, you will know before your visit is over." The mind does some more wandering, it skips to this place with a dead end terrified that this could be it. Then it roams to a hopeful place guaranteeing that all interactions have been with trustworthy individuals whom would never deceive in such a detrimental way. Believing the person admitting this horror is psychic or has an extreme leg up on reverse psychology its questioning why the "don't worry" ... should there be worry involved? This is and will always be twenty of the worst minutes in life.<br /></i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span></span><i>It is a fact that most people will avoid these twenty minutes, they turn down the offer, too afraid to even venture into that realm. But why? The denial factor definitely has to be present, people must believe that they are exempt from this happening to them. In reality it is an epidemic, occurring in all societies, those who find out and deal with it and then those who run from it but internally know. They probably see it as a torture method, someone giving them twenty minutes to regret all the horrible and reckless things they have done in the past then letting them know whether or not they will be penalized for them. It makes you wonder what sick mind created this monster, maybe an extreme Halloween lover, as a trick or treat method of curing the human promiscuous nature: Give them something with no cure, teach them a lesson. These are only the thoughts in the first ten minutes love, there are still ten more minutes to go.<br /></i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span></span><i>Everyone knows someone who has fallen victim to these twenty minutes. That is the person that comes to mind now, the thoughts of how they are living and coping with the news. Thinking what it was like when their twenty minutes was over finally finding out they are being punished without an answer as to why. Then the time proposes that "what if" wall, what if that trustworthy person wasn't so trustworthy after all, what if they never took up the offer when proposed these twenty minutes. However, in the last two its all reassurance because deep down there is hope that the good will outweigh the bad and promises to god will do the trick once again.<br /></i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span></span><i>So, now your looking at the issuer as if there is something owed, and finally the answer: "I just wanted to let you know you were negative." A sigh of relief and special appreciation to the people making it possible because thanks to them it will always be life or death.<br /></i></span></span></span><br /><p><a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/?action=view&current=thumb_ltd_a726-1.gif" target="_blank"><img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/thumb_ltd_a726-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></p><p></p>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-9420084636195432692010-03-30T09:42:00.000-07:002010-03-30T10:14:23.929-07:00Rain = Rebirth<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Rain. Not freezing cold rain or sweat under a hat rain, perfect rain. A rain that arrives in an ample amount to make the ground feel as though it is having the cleanse of a lifetime. It doesn't make you want to sing that horrible song "Rain Rain Go Away ..." because an appreciative person understands that it is here as a blessing not a burden. Realistically, why send the rain away if it will only come again? In which case the dreadful song will be repeated. </span></i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Rain to an understanding individual means birth and rebirth. It is only positive and one can only be thankful for the drops to the face or the wet jeans and socks taken off once inside. When the drenched clothes are hanging dry and there is the opportunity to sit or lay, a relaxed feeling takes over the entire body. This feeling creates an energy, gives light to new ideas, and helps solve any existing issues. It shows a person that, yeah, life moves too fast, but there will be at least one or two days in a month in which nature will slow it all down and give an automatic gift of new spirits by washing the old ones away. All because for some reason there is a rebirth in the ritualized rain, where thoughts are put into action and the future is full of light. </span></i></span></span></div><p><a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/?action=view&current=dream-life-quote.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/dream-life-quote.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></p>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-32627972432603365802010-03-04T12:55:00.000-08:002010-03-04T13:56:53.427-08:00Appreciate This.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A wise man asks a question to his group of students: </span></span></i></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">"If an alien from outer space were to ask you to describe the place in which you live, how would you describe it?"</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#C0C0C0;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One individual in the group responds:</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"A rotating hell hole!"</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#C0C0C0;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A second individual interjects: </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"A planet called earth." </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#C0C0C0;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A third individual replies:</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"A place that is circular and rotates. Its made up of 90% water and the rest is dry land on which my human species lives and survives on." </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#C0C0C0;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The wise man answers to his group: </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">"None of these answers, from a non-factual viewpoint were wrong, however if your describing this place where we live to an alien, none of those answers would cover even a partial description. </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">We live in a place where we are moving twenty-four hours a day three hundred and sixty-five days a year, yet somehow it seems so still we can thread a needle while it is all occurring. This place is made up of seventy-five percent water, all of which originally has salt in it so we can not drink it, but somehow there is this thing that happens called precipitation which forms clouds in this place called the sky. The sky is so far above us no one person would ever be tall enough to reach however, clean water without salt, called rain, falls from there allowing us to drink it and survive. That rain falls on our twenty-five percent of land which we live on and feeds the plants and trees from which flavorful food grows out of providing us with meals twenty-four hours a day three hundred and sixty-five days a year. That food that we eat gives the people all the right nutrients so our nerves and functions can perform correctly, allowing us to have a baby, sing, and read all at once if we really wanted to. </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I can imagine the alien would just look at you and say "bullshit!" There are so many aspects and miracles of our home that there would never be a reason not to appreciate everything that occurs for us on a daily basis. So no, this is no hell hole, it is a heavenly sent gift, however, the way you decide to enjoy that gift is solely up to you." </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The students just looked at him in amazement because when you put it like that, how could a person be unappreciative. </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My Beautiful Earth </span></span></i></span></div><p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/?action=view&current=Electro-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/Electro-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></p><p></p>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-3874522757909058522010-02-17T07:46:00.000-08:002011-02-23T15:59:30.101-08:00Pain.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>No </span></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">sleep, can't eat, not functioning correctly from the turmoil occurring right before your eyes. The knots take over your stomach leaving no room for much of anything else but the tears that speed up to those ducts. Before all this pain though, there was a future. It was as clear as day a little bit over twenty-four hours ago. Now however, that picture is blurry, the trees are bare, the snow is melting and the ground is slippery. Is this karma, does karma do these things, how could hate be so prevalent that it would cause a complete circle of suffering. </span></span></span></i><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">All there is to know is honesty, truth will prevail, so now can love be made? But if life was easy then where would all the adventures be .... </span></span></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-68320821193567668252010-02-04T18:50:00.000-08:002010-02-04T20:20:28.387-08:00Clean Decade.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></i></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There could be an attempt to describe the dirty decade, but it would only corrupt more time than it has already done. In a way it is slightly appreciated for its finish, for although much was learned, much was ruined. </span></span></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The transition from such stages as girl to woman will only occur to about forty-nine percent of human beings. Where is the other fifty-one percent you may ask, well nine tenths of that number are scheduled to transform into men, not on time of course, and whatever else is left has most likely been hurt far too much all too soon, leaving them stuck in limbo. This, for a female, is probably her most crucial time, the phase where the Salmon Fish Scale Women's Nike Blazer begins taking up unwanted space in ones closet and the Twelfth-Street by Cynthia Vincent's caravan platforms are priority. While the males are busy eroding all what the parents have taught them in the last twenty years, the females are embracing it. The moment when it is clear that a female is never in need of a partner, it is only an additive to life's many extras, for the necessity of a successful lifestyle is far more attractive. The passing of youth, it is always bittersweet. </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></i></span></span></div><p><a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/?action=view&current=exodus.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/exodus.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></p>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-3523870784215763542009-09-24T18:03:00.000-07:002010-02-04T18:44:39.875-08:00New.Old.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">The transition, sometimes I wonder how something new becomes old or something old becomes new once again. Is it a horrible thing if you want that old thing to once again be new, or when that new thing relates nothing to what the old was at a time. The taste of slightly chilled air, italian festivals marking the end to something great, people feeling lonely all over again because cold weather tends to do that to mammals. Why is happiness not a constant, yeah a smile can leave a dimple imprint on the cheek and for that split second life is possibly happy, but how do you keep that forever, you can only wash off the replicated drawing on ones cheek at the days end. No ones world is as it seems, so in a sense everyone at some point in time is fooled by another. This is life, a twisted game that pleasures people in so many unaccountable ways. Humans are the only mammals known to kill for the pure pleasure of killing, so as strangers cross paths daily and names are exchanged, and time is spent, and interests grow, those new things become old with no knowledge of which part is the better of the two. The new unsettling part, or the old all too comfortable part. This circle burns pits of stomachs, a fetish for the new will leave a person with no experience of old things, and infatuation with what is old does exactly the same to the new. People tend to find there own solutions to the "I need the opposite" problem which commonly happens. Yes, so you let the old thing go and grab something new, then there is haunting of those memories old, yet there are memories made with that of the new all while wondering how everything could have turned out more perfectly than it did, and the vicious cycle continues ..</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">.</span><p><a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/?action=view&current=itlightsthewholesky.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/itlightsthewholesky.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></p>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-20168663030219985162009-09-14T12:29:00.000-07:002010-02-04T18:44:18.925-08:00Nothing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">No Pictures, No Evidence, No Nothing of the life I have lived for the past months or so. This is, in a way, the story of this summer in a nutshell. I loved the summer months, but no one will understand just how amazing it was to me. I lost many and gained few, and hell I learned so much. I, however, realized one factual detail about myself in the past few months. I have this concocted notion of how I like things, and how things should be and for some reason I never drift away from this notion. This has caused me to never truly enjoy something until its gone, or never to love while love is current. I never appreciate something enough until I have totally annihilated it. This is my problem, my drug, as if its a rush to get rid of something and then attempt to get it back although its been utterly mistreated. My punishment is working myself to death, maybe I will learn to enjoy the things I always take for granted when I have little or no time to preoccupy myself with them. No worries, next time I will throw myself into a situation without completely figuring out its beginning middle and end ... for now its gone. </span></span></i></span><div><br /></div><p><a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/?action=view&current=makelove.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/makelove.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></p>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-62932204109051755012009-08-14T22:58:00.000-07:002009-08-15T01:26:56.701-07:00The Bar<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The Bar treats people well for the most part. Two Mojito's and a glass of Champagne can really muster up a brilliant night. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><p><a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/?action=view&current=pop_burger_250-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/pop_burger_250-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mojito One</span>: Seated, two people, female took her seat first, shortly after a male sits beside her in an attempt to engage in conversation. Female is hardly intrigued, but nonetheless figures its one plus mind to keep her occupied for the moment. Male speaks of college, professions, all things normal and female can sense he is the all too common unconfident guy who attempts conversing in an over-exaggerated confident manner. Male hands her his card and a few opportunities, a flicker of interest but nothing she cares to pursue. Female expresses her gratitude and is more than pleased when male leaves early. Male was no contender for her and he watched as female payed for Mojito One, automatically breaking the golden rule of The Bar. In females eyes, that painful conversation could not have ended sooner, a moments bathroom break and she returns to her seat at the bar. </span></span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Champagne</span>: Still Seated, female is now engaged in a deep conversation. A male, Friend One, is explaining the game of cat and mouse. Female is attempting to understand the way the male mind works in a specific situation. It seems as though it is difficult for her to grasp why many males have hardship when accepting females solely as friends. Friend One sums it up as a simple male jungle-like survival method. If a beautiful woman is introduced to a circle of males, one individual male must claim it, because if one male does not claim it this causes a bit of conflict in the group. Now what happens if a female does not want to be claimed? Female can hope they accept her friendship however more than likely one, in the male group, is intrigued by her presence, offsetting the friendship achievement. In other words, the female cannot win, however in the game of cat and mouse, the mouse is often able to retrieve a loop hole in response to possible failure. Before a conclusion could be reached, female is interrupted by a glass of champagne, courtesy of an intriguing fair skinned male. Male flashes an American Express card while purchasing with his alternate card and conveying a confident, sexy look. Needless to say female was finally intrigued, but to no furtherance for male takes him and his following clan to a more impressing place of fun: the strip club. Female goes to sit in a surrounding plush chair to interpret that last encounter and she is finished with her drinks at the bar. </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mojito Two</span>: </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Reluctantly, female is once again seated at the bar. This time for appeasement reasons only, for a male would not detest in offering her a paid for drink. The choice was clear, a mojito for her, water for him, female felt a bit remorseful but enjoyed her final drink of the night. Once again, female is plagued by yes and no questions, irrelevant information, and the aura of a non-confident man. In order to speed up the process, female rushes to the inevitable: receiving a card. Unfortunately male is all out, and gives female his number instead. Female does not recall the males name and labels him as "Don't Answer," thankfully now she can leave. They both rise up to leave and Male attempts to plant a goodbye cheek kiss on female, needless to say female, in an appalled manner dodges that bullet and then finally leaves the bar.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">What Are You On</span></span>?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div><p></p></div><div><br /></div></div>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-81489038144777044552009-08-08T12:38:00.000-07:002010-02-04T18:35:20.265-08:00Australia<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Last night I opted to stay home from my invites to Elevate and Greenhouse. As exciting as those venues might be, I am not the type to club three days in a row, so I usually alternate one day of the weekend nights as my "home time." I am not quite a movie buff or the best person to judge an amazing movie either. Even though I lack emotion, for some reason I tend to cry at every sappy seen, close my eyes during the frightening moments, and laugh at the slightest joke: Its pretty sad. Nevertheless, I try to watch at least one new movie a week in order to evoke some emotion out of me. <br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">A movie titled "Australia" was the movie choice last night. I wasn't sure about the title or the description being the subject of driving cattle thousands of miles, but the actors in it and its length intrigued me. It starred Nicole Kidman, who is pretty amazing in my eyes, and Hugh Jackman, who I wouldn't be upset to reproduce for. A three hour length also told me there had to be more to this movie than what the description pointed out. So I turned off the lights and triggered the play button. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Needless to say the movie was amazing and had more to it then just cattle. It involved everything from the evolution of a woman to the evolution of a love story as well as the evolution of Northern Australia. I would recommend this movie to anyone that wants to gain knowledge in more than one area when watching a movie. It literally brought me to tears one too many times in those three hours ...</span></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZPitcQ5mZEk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZPitcQ5mZEk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-10342930828578173972009-08-06T23:29:00.000-07:002009-08-08T13:44:22.928-07:00Situation One<div><blockquote></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"><blockquote></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Female and male meet each other ten months ago. Initial attraction was enticing, both male and female were intrigued, as she is with half the men who approach her. They explore a different form of the dating scene at first, attending different museums and restaurants attempting to get to know each other. By month four they are close, keeping up conversations all day long and the "like" factor is clearly noticeable. Female enjoys conversation with male, but somewhat realizes he is not the type to intrigue her physically. she brushes it off, believing that mental is of more importance. At that peak a showcase of attitudes brings out the worst sides of both of them, she realizes he is too coward for her, he believes she is irrational. They break for three months, no real contact, no further explorations, all ties were cut. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">One day female has this breakdown, realizing how much of an important friend he became in that short period of time, she attempts to salvage what little of the friendship is left. This works, they are back at it again, only this time the museum antics are no longer and the restaurant tastings are bland. Male is limiting female and she feels this, so she limits in return. They reach the ten month point female is sleeping in the males bed twice a week, meeting different people from the males life, it is a tad bit more than she anticipated experiencing. Female is even more unsure of the match up, feeling as though male does not compliment her physical nature at all, it is starting to eat at her. Male now expects a hurdle to be jumped: Sex. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Male wants sex and needs sex, but females morals are just too strong for her to allow any variation. They have officiated the relationship and yet still female will not give in, she feels as though he has not proven himself enough in an unlimited amount, she holds strong to her beliefs. Male is fed up, a waste of time and money, upset, he does not wish to continue a friendship with female, this is his confirmation of her irrationality. Female is strong willed and hearted, she believes if a man cannot respect the basic morals laid out from the start, than there has to be a finish. Male is upset and angered with such a "selfish bitch," what he now considers female to be. Female is disappointed, had male been patient, he would have been rewarded, instead she now confirms he was not physically her match up and nor was he her mental. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">They part ways ...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"><br /><a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/?action=view&current=mostexpensive.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e351/singlefanow/mostexpensive.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>To Be Continued ..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. </span></span><br /></div>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555449263318105515.post-59363333178454645362009-08-04T13:09:00.000-07:002009-08-07T01:42:00.596-07:00Lipstick Jungle?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9-V4tu0Nxl7Q15ub4x670kmYZZSKV4bqx9gk72LsBqeY64jk-NWudIsNgnJQsuOMliy5Z2ZkNu7s4APQvB7cfPHcwYzgP5SKPtNX07alMHOVNbTDnC6ZNqOI20x_ITmUHE3mEHwoS68/s1600-h/5891_1125452131209_1074303897_30390942_5351582_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9-V4tu0Nxl7Q15ub4x670kmYZZSKV4bqx9gk72LsBqeY64jk-NWudIsNgnJQsuOMliy5Z2ZkNu7s4APQvB7cfPHcwYzgP5SKPtNX07alMHOVNbTDnC6ZNqOI20x_ITmUHE3mEHwoS68/s320/5891_1125452131209_1074303897_30390942_5351582_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367061334695065682" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman';">Yes, Lipstick Jungle </span><br /></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Originally a novel and then a show, I am sure the name rings a bell. Although these things inspired the title, a specific "he" inspired me to begin blogging (He who remains nameless of course). Im not quite the woman's woman, I don't have many female friends, nor am I a one man's woman, as in relationships have not worked for me ever. Despite all this, the mind intrigues me as do the people who dwell in this wonderful city, none other than thee New York. So, This blog pays homage to the wonderful life I get to live in this city, those things I see, do, hear, & feel and also my view on the way to solve the trials and tribulations occurring in This Lipstick Jungle. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div></div></div>Sky A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746246196587533718noreply@blogger.com0