Orgasmic Experience

Whenever i read food review that calls a meal or any sort of eating activity as an orgasmic experience i have always thinks of it as an exageration, until today.

I went to have dinner at Mackenzie Rex down in Selegie road with my partner in crime R. Had cereal prawn which i have been craving for since afternoon along with wrapped chicken and a tofu claypot. I have eaten there a couple of times before, and although i've thought of it as one of the better place i didn't think of it as a special place.

Maybe because i was starving or maybe simply because i have been craving for cereal prawn, but as i started eating i began to sweat though none of the food was anywhere spicy nor the place was hot. As the dinner progress somehow i felt that it was just me and my food and nothing else exist in the world... yes, yes i know it's glutton. I slowly work my way on the prawn cereals, peeling of the crispy cereal bits from the shells, sucking off the morsels in prawn head, and happily chewing the prawn meat lathered in cereals.

Before i knew it I was sweating like no one's business. Seriously i was drenched and sweat actually trickles from my forehead, and the strangest thing is the place was quite cooling and i wasn't having any chili nor anything hot at all. By the time i finish my meal, I've felt strangely elated and happy. I sat there contented and i smile.

My orgasmic experience, and now a good few hours after dinner I'm still smiling.

Doa

Tuhan,
tolong beri aku sedikit cahaya
supaya aku tidak tersesat dalam jalanku
tolong beri aku sedikit tumpuan
supaya aku tidak terseok seok dalam meniti
tolong beri aku kesabaran
supaya aku tidak terjatuh dalam ketergesaanku
tolong beri aku kepercayaan
supaya aku tidak putus asa dalam pencarianku

Foxy

I once had a mini collie named Foxy. A bundle of excess energy and endless mischief who always get himself in trouble especially with my dad. A sneaky little creature who somehow always manage to let himself free whenever he was put in a cage or tied up in a pole to pay for his penitence. Whose life purpose is to destroy things and testing people patience. But when he sit still and dozing never have I seen more beautiful creature than he was. The sleek face, wide eye but slanted, his upturned ear and his soft long brown and white mane. When he slept at the corner of my bedspread he always looked so peaceful and angelic one would not imagine he was the same dog barking like mad at no one and happily sashaying in the rooftop breaking the roof tiles. One would not guess that the dog who had caught a mouse and played with it’s remnants is the same dog that gracefully raise his paw to my palm.
In the end I began to be busy and started to neglect him. Soon he became just a nuisance and I cannot see the beautiful creature in him that I used to see. I cease to play with him, I stop letting him sleep in my room, and I started to forget him. But when he began to grow old and ill ridden I realize how much I love that dog. And when he passed away and I wasn’t around I went to my bathroom and started to cry quietly. I cried for hours and the grief didn’t left me for days. I cried for that dog much more than when some other people in my life passed away. I was mourning for this being who had loved me unconditionally even when I neglected and forgot him.

Never My Love -Astrud Gilberto

You ask me if there'll come a time
when I grow tired of you;
never my love, never my love.

You wonder if this heart of mine
will lose its desire for you;
never my love,never my love.

What makes you think love will end
when you know that my whole life
depends on you?

You say you fear I'll change my mind
I won't require you,
Never my love,never my love.

How can you think love will end
when I've asked you to spend your
whole life with me?

So vry addicted to this song