The Wandering Deity's World

I read in a visitor's blog that she's having intimacy issues with her husband. It was so brave of her to admit that in public. Most respect to her. Luckily, she has a very understanding spouse who doesn't mind the sexless nights. I totally can relate to her dilemma, except that I don't have a husband to have sex issues with. Ngghhhh!!!

Are you starting to wonder what this entry is all about?  

Erhm... trust me people, it took me centuries to write this one. It's not just one of my stuff. It's hard to confess something very private online. Really.

For almost two years now... I  have not indulged myself with what we call "biological need"... I am happy with the "occasional string" online with the BF... Other than that, I am not complaining...

Seriously... No... Yes...

I am bitching. Oh gawd! I am only human. And this "forced" celibacy issue is driving me nuts sometimes. I wonder how he's handling it. We never discussed the lack of physical intimacy. Honestly, we avoid that issue. Sometimes. Yes. No. I can't remember anymore. See! All those barren years are giving me Alzheimers already... yet I am not griping...

In all honesty, there are times I crave for physical contact... but you know what... everytime I think of that, I get this *PING* on the top of my head that reminds me of MORALITY. I can never cheat on another soul who trusts me a lot. (But comes this frequent worry -- what if he himself is doing it with someone else?)

Forgive me people. I  just need to rant on this.

Yes. I am not kvetching. I am okay...

I guess I won't have any issues entering the Order of Chattering Nuns. Ha! I pretty much know how it is to practice the vow of celibacy. Harharharharhar!

On another note, if one of these days, you hear about this neighborhood in South Korea whose pet dogs were axed to teeny weeny pieces by a deranged woman... trust me... it's not Me!

All work and no sex makes Mj a crazy woman. All work and no sex makes Mj a crazy woman. All work and no sex makes Mj a crazy woman. All work and no sex makes Mj a crazy woman. All work and no sex makes Mj a crazy woman. All work and no sex makes Mj a crazy woman. All work and no sex makes Mj a crazy woman. All work and no sex makes Mj a crazy woman. 

People say when your heart is broken, you should not wallow in pain or desolation; you should keep your head up, move on, think positive... bla bla bla bla. Why, I myself even wrote something about that here. Haha! I can't practice what I preach? Yeah. I know.

Gawd. I am so bitter. Already.

Has anyone seen this episode in season 6 of CSI, where Capt. Brass accidentally killed a fellow officer during a shoot-out with drug dealers? Brass had to brave the consequences and attended the young officer's funeral. He came face to face with the pregnant widow.

I always cry every time I see this.

I don't know anything anymore. What I do know is that I am old... and soon to be a toothless bitter crone, spewing dirty wicked curses on a cauldron of boiling limbs and pieces of an unknown human.

What am I rambling about?  

Does anyone dig Gilbert O'Sullivan? I always do.

I see people rush to work everyday. I see them dash to grocery stores on paydays to buy necessities for everyday breathing. I see them hurry to school to get education. Then I see them haste to graduate and go through the process of scrambling to work... bla bla bla.

Aren't we all insane to work 8 hours or sometimes 12 hours a day, only to die in a senseless manner even  before we reach our retirement days?

Isn't it pathetic that we all spend the hours of our daily lives struggling to make our future better? Isn't that a clear proof of insanity? Isn't that schizophrenia in its finest?

Why do we have to go through that cycle of birth, school, job, marriage, retirement, then death?

Why? It's because that's what NORMAL people do!

Then how about those who suffer from mental defects, those who exist in their own make believe world inside the mental asylum? What do we call them? We call  them lunatics! Why again? Because they don't exist the way the normal people do. They don't go to work. They don't worry about savings. They don't worry about credit cards. They don't worry about life insurance. Because they are CRAZY! Bla bla bla.

What's wrong in this picture? Nothing.

Except that I guess, everything's wrong. We all should be existing like the neurotics do. Live in our own fantasy world and never pay a worry how the boss will deal with us tomorrow when he finds out that we screwed up. That should be the LIFE!

You have to admit it... we are all NUTS! Period!

And for you all crazy people out there, enjoy this song.

If anyone among the bratty Korean kids I am teaching give me this kind of crap-- I guarantee you people, I am sooo going to book myself personally in the Korean National Correctional. They are soooo going to fly out of the window.

*photos courtesy of a forwarded e-mail 

I am no celebrity but recently I found out that someone is actually stalking us in myspace. I can't understand it. And sad to say, I responded in a way a normal non-celebrity person like me would do: freak out. As a result, I deleted myspace and other online life to hide from the prying eyes of this person who has nothing productive to do with its life; it had to unnecessarily torment ours.

I know, I should have not reacted. So inferior of me. I should have not let myself got affected. I should have not succumbed to this person’s constant  henpecking. I should have not dwelt on it, as it only gives this entity the power to unleash it’s evil claws even more.

I simply want to exist normally. I don't need someone tracking what I do for my boyfriend, much more make fun of it. Being far from him is hard enough. I have no need for much drama. I don't want to be the subject of somebody else's constant poking just as to amuse itself. Any self-respecting person would never subject our relationship to perpetual snooking. Who in their right mind would do such a thing? Are the words BACK OFF hard to understand?

The good side of this hoopla is that my man's there all the time, making things alright. He told me to just ignore everything. We should focus more on our relationship and nothing else. Other people may blow their lives off for all they want, they can never shake his love. Isn't that sweetness?

Those friends who are always there to lighten things up-- no words of appreciation can ever describe what I have for you. May God bless each and every one of  you. Your friendship and full support for whatever endeavor he and I undertake mean a lot.

I now live in a country where cosmetic shops can be found in every nook and corner. Where it is considered a mortal sin to go out of the house without wearing aesthetic aid to camouflage those flaws. Suffice to say how Koreans pay attention to their looks. Oh well, it's just one those endearing traits my host country possesses which actually makes me enjoy being here even more. They can be as vain as they want to. It's everyone's right anyway.

And mind you, every Korean girl wanna look like Jun Ji-Hyun, the face of Laneige Korea. Who doesn't? Look at her! Look at her! She's so gorgeous beyond words. I wanna look like her, too!  

Anyhoo, I got these photos from the email which another demented friend sent. I decided I should include these for tonight's mundane rambling.

What a transformation! This is the make-over I should have! Isn't she unbelievably adorable with that new glow?  

I have the right to remain silent. Anything I say can and will be used against me in a court of law. I have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If I cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for me at government expense.

Please don't hate  me people.

I am so bored. I was supposed to finish this term paper about Population Explosion, but here I am, amusing myself with this another bleh survey.

Here find out what TURNS ON A GIRL in my own point of view. Ha ha ha.

No, this is not about that (in)famous tv show of Mr. T. This is about someone who seems to be lost these days. I am not here to chastise this person as I have no right whatsoever to meddle with his/her life much as I want to. Seems to me though that this being really needs someone to talk to as obviously, he/she does not know what is going on around him/her.

I wish I have the courage to tell the truth. Sadly, I can only watch from afar.

Oh jeez, there I go again. Dang! I sprayed Febreeze in my armpit again instead of Rexona. Ugh! How stupid can I get? It happened this morning and why did I allow it to happen again tonite? Why can't I just go to sleep and let the world dwell in darkness?

Good nite people. Dream!