Don't Give Me Bad Romance

Have you ever found yourself in a situation wherein you are about to explode after almost a mind-blowing foreplay when suddenly, your partner will say," Oh gosh, I'm coming!", and then pffft. You lost your own shot at nirvana. Afterwards, you have no other option but to smile and say,"Yeah, baby, that was good."

If men are mind-readers, then probably few women will lose their chance to have a titillating orgasm while having hot sex. Unfortunately, either they're too absorbed in their own prowess in the bedroom, or they're complete morons. Take your pick.

A lot of women are still in the shadows, figuring out how to get a good time while in bed. According to several readings, one way to make your man do WHAT you want to do, is do the "I" statements. Tell him what you want him to do first, and savor every moment that he does it. Sounds kinky? As long as you're not using off-the-wall words, or belittling or berating his "weapon", you'll be off in ecstasy in no time.

Another is to talk to your man first before you actually do it. Tell him what you want. Tell him what you think would make you tick. Now, if he's thick enough not to notice that, then it's time for you to hit the sack instead (unless throwing him out of the street is the better option!).

Tame the bull in him. Rein in first before he starts to dive in. If you're not ready, think of other means to make the lovemaking long enough for you to get ready.

One suggestion that I have read in a n article  is to use "love" tools - porn movies, sex toys, or whatever kinky costume you have in the closet. Use them to tickle your own fantasy, and let him join the fun. According to research, men actually find using these options as adventurous and makes the lovemaking longer, and more enjoyable.

So, in this love month, and you're planning to tumble the sheets of your bed with your partner, get up and tell him straight in the face what you want - definitely not bad romance.

Funny Joke!

This one had me laughing...


A man buys a lie detector robot that slaps people who lie. He decides to test it at dinner. DAD: Son, where were you today during school hours? 
SON: At school *Robot slaps Son* 
S: OK, I went to the movies. 
D: Which 1? ...
S: Toy Story *Robot slaps son* 
S: OK, it's Day with a Porn Star. 
D: WHAT? When I was your age I didn't even know what porn was! *Robot slaps Dad* 
MOM: HAHA! After all he's your son. *Robot slaps mom*


Ouch!

When is a Your a You're?

I've been browsing Facebook lately and I can't help but be amused with titles like, "YOUR in a Relationship..." or feedback like"Your welcome!" What wrong with these, people?

The word 'your' is a second-person pronoun that denotes possession or ownership. Therefore, you use it to denote possession. 'Your' should only be used when the next word is a noun. Examples are: your bag, your shoes, your indecision, your lack of concern, your joy, your sadness.

On the other hand, "you're" is a CONTRACTION. It's the short form of "you are". Therefore, the next word should either be an adjective, a verb, or an adverb. 'You're' is used just as 'It's','we're','they're' and the rest of contracted words.

Now, to blog about this is not to point out the mistakes of any person here. I just feel that a lot of people, no matter how good their English speaking skills are, tend to forget these little things that actually matter. Any alteration may already mean another meaning. Further knowledge won't hurt, will it?

So a your is a you're when I actually mean you are and your is a your when I want to point out to something you have.

Makes sense?

In praise of the Dory Fish

When I was still living in the south of Manila, I use to go to Alabang market and buy labahita (surgeon fish or unicorn fish,according to translation) and have it fillet so I can cook fillet nuggets for my sons. Lately, I was introduced to Dory fish, which my sister used to make her fish pie on her nth birthday. (I will not reveal my sister's age, hehehe) Wonders of wonders, the fish tasted so creamy that kept me wondering where I can find this delectable fish.

Luckily, our local supermarket carries dory fish in a freeze package good for 1 kilogram - less the bones and the head and the price was very affordable. I was so happy, I tested my culinary skills and see what I can whip up with this white meat wonder.

I cooked sweet and sour dory fish fillet, and fillet nuggets and recently, lemon-and-butter dory fish in hoisin sauce. Yummy!

Come to think of it, most Filipinos patronize pork and chicken because they can do a lot of dishes with these two, however they forget the risks that come along with eating too much meat. Fish meats like dory carry the same nutritional value, yet it's lighter on the stomach, and I can say, it's healthier. Now I can be more flexible with fish rather than just frying them or making sinigang out of them.

So for those health enthusiasts out there, go get some dory. It didn't hurt my budget, and it surely made me more creative with fish. Praise the Dory! 

Of Weddings, Baptisms and Relationships

It's such a long, long time since I posted here in my blog.

I understand that my blog traffic is not as heavy as other sites, but then again, I do not blog for the sake of others scrutinizing my insights about life, love and everything else in between. However, blogging, in one way or another, helps me spill my thoughts more spontaneously, rather than just rant it out on Facebook.

Anyways, 2011 marks a year full of celebrations - of weddings, of baptisms and what-have-yous. And it seemed to me that Cupid will find his way of making sure that couples get tangled up and babies are made out of it.

To start the year, I became one of the ninangs (godmothers) for my best friend's second daughter. It's a sealed covenant between the two of us, considering that she was the godmother of my daughter as well. It was a happy and tiring and stressful occasion. My best friend running to and fro from the reception area to the store and to approve last-minute decisions. Her partner, on the other hand, was busy doing his specialties (he was the official cook, after all) and screaming to everyone to hustle and bustle and make it on church on time. Nevertheless, the day ended with wine and beer and food all over the place, and I had to stop and drink my anti-migraine meds to keep my from swooning all the way home.

Next week I will be attending my cousin-in-law's wedding. I am now in the predicament of looking for a possible place where I can buy my son's coat for this special occasion. Incidentally, one of my former colleagues will be tying the knot as well on the same day. Good thing though, that I can skip this one (they haven't really invited me, so it doesn't hurt). They're the firsts in the long list of people getting married for 2011, and I don't want to get into the details of how they are going to prepare for it. Hmmm... somehow I'm having this nagging feeling that they are racing up against 2012. Shall I presume that at least before the world ends they have someone with them when they die? (That's stupid, and lame, and I suggest I stop from here. Sheesh..)

Two week from now I'll be celebrating my sixth year wedding anniversary. Now this struck a chord. Here I am, typing away my thoughts, and realizing...What did six years of marriage taught me?

Well for one, it lasted longer than my first marriage. (My first one was a huge flop, it was more expensive to have it annulled than hiring a mercenary to chop that freaking guy's off..oops, my evil self is resurfacing again!)

Second, it taught me to be more sensible....well, almost. I realized that I cannot always be in the high pedestal; that sometimes, I have to understand that I am part of a relationship and that my husband has his own needs and wants that I have to give way at one point or another; that this marriage is a "we" and not a "me".

Third, I realized that marriage is not the end or culmination of a beautiful courtship; it was actually the beginning of it. I realized that couples should not stop saying "I love you" to each after after saying their vows. Friendship between couples should be stronger at this point. After all, it will be a lifetime of acceptance to each others' flaws, mistakes, victories and triumphs.

Lastly, speaking of acceptance, marriage is based on it. They say that once you come to accept that he can fart beside you and you, albeit horrified at the putrid smell it brings, can just laugh it off and still kiss your partner, then it means you're ready to accept that person, inside and out. And even though your partner may not be the handsome Prince Charming as you imagine him to be, you just simply love him - for being him.

Some people spend their whole lifetime trying to change their partners for whatever they imagine them to be, only to be disappointed and end up in separation. In my six years of marriage, I realized that. So I did the opposite - I changed. I changed my perspective, I broadened my understanding, I became more positive in my outlook in life. And I guess it made some profound effect on him as well - he is now more patient and more sensitive to my needs. The marriage is far from perfect, believe me. We have our own episodes of quarrels, of quitting, of heated arguments. But one thing I know - marriage is never a guarantee of bliss. However, marriage can work if you always open yourself to communication and understanding. Seeking guidance together through God, parents, and good friends are always the best boosters for making the marriage work.

So, as I end this note, I anticipate my sixth year of friendship, of romance, of trials and of triumphs. And to my  soon-to-be married friends and soon-to-be moms as well, may this year bring a year of delightful and exciting things to come.

Cheers!

New Job, New Life

I lost my job.

I hate it so much that I lash out to all the people who were responsible for it, and I hate the people who aggravated it.

But the good thing about it, I realize who your true friends are, you recognize the best in people, and relish the thought that your loved ones care so much about you.

Now, as I look back, it doesn't hurt anymore --seeing that you're no longer part of a company that you loved so much, leaving some friends behind, and not having the privileges of getting the benefits anymore. But I was no longer hurting. Everything is all behind me now -- especially that I was able to find a new job.

It may not be as high-paying as what I used to have, but it has a lot of promises, and facilities that I am comfortable with.

And with the turn of events in my life right now, I know that life will be better again. :)

What does it take to be a mom?

What does it take to be a mom?

Do moms have be made of steel and yet be gentle as a lamb?

Do moms have to be strong on the inside but sweet on the outside?

Do moms have to have a heart that should be unbreakable, or easily repaired? Does it have to be made like Lego bricks so when it breaks down to pieces, you can assemble it easily?


It's so heard to be a mom. Sometimes I think that this is my time to pay for all the wrongdoings that I did to my mom. That's why I avoid talking to her. I guess at the back of my head I'm afraid that reality will hit me in the face and say, yeah, that's what you get for breaking your mom's heart.

But on the other side of the fence, I realize, that even though your heart has been hurt so many times and your being is crushed to the ground by the very seed you raised, the fact remains that you are still a mother. The fact remains that even though you are hurt and angry and you want to give up, the "mom" part in you would still draw breath and stand up and say, "I'm here. I ain't giving up. Let's do this one more time."

I love my kids. No matter what happens. I love them. And I will always will.