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its been 4 weeks now since i last held her in my arms, since i last touched her face . since i last kissed her lips..4 short weeks that felt like 4 long  years and my situation is exacerbated thanks to my brother who is always getting into my hair (an expert in speaking gibberish ha ha). in fact im now a certified space cadet and  couch potato because of this.. ha ha ha…guess im not that  invincible after all like what most of my friends think.

this feeling really makes me more edgy everytime i feel it because this type of emotion proves how vulnerable i am….. it proves that it’s likely for me to have a screw loose without my jas…..but on the brighter side this feeling convinced me that i already found the girl whom im gonna spend my whole life with

jas will alway be in my ticker not because of the fact that  she always pull an all-nighter to edit my term papers and reports nor because she can play shoot hoop with me..but i love her because she’s always there for me and i am sure that there’s no need for me to prove it because my love for her has always been cut and dry from the beginning!!!!!

this time i will make it sure that our relationship will not go haywire….and this i promise not only to myself but also to all my shoot hoop hommies….

Dominant Traits

100% of people think that macky the great is brave
100% of people think that macky the great is idealistic
100% of people think that macky the great is intelligent
100% of people think that macky the great is logical
100% of people think that macky the great is patient

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Since organ meats were very cheap
My frugal mother used to keep,
For Crepe D’Chine, our "tomless" kitty,
A chopped-up stash. It kept him pretty.

One day a very British guy,
A friend of Dad from work, came by.
Crepe approved, so when he sat,
Zap! The chap’s lap was full of cat

"Lovely cat," murmured our English guest,
Stroking Crepie’s side.
"What do you feed him, if I might ask?"
"Beef heart," my mother replied.

"Sounds frightfully insubstantial,"
Opined the British gent,
"Unless, of course, the bee were HUGE,
And EXTREMELY flatulent!"

           Should you kiss your new special someone on your first date? If you don’t, will she think you’re a prude or you’re not interested? A lot is riding on the first kiss on the first date with a new crush, so it definitely shouldn’t be something you should rush in. everyone I talked to – insisted that you should only do what you are comfortable with. If you’re not relaxed, it’s going to show.

           If you kiss on the first date and it’s not right, then there will be no second date. Sometimes, it’s better to hold and not to kiss. I’m a strong believer in a kissing very intimate, and the every minute you kiss, the flood gates open for everything else.

            Kissing on the first date… I think it goes over best as almost like a good night kiss. You take the person out, just do something fun that night, and then, when you take her back home, give her a gentle good night kiss – not too little, not too much.

            The best advice to relax and not read so much into anything before it actually happens. Remember to focus on the other person. Be interested in more than just kissing them. You should definitely relax.

    

READ THIS ARTICLE!!!!

After reading this article I realized how privileged I am to have a regular supply of clean water and how dispossessed the people of africa are. This just shows that there are more important issues that we need to solve other than politics. Though uncomplicated in nature this water problem in Africa will determine the survival of the people involved thus it is necessary to label this predicament as urgent. The UN and the united States should stop focusing on diplomatic problems between different countries and must focus more in harnessing the needed funds to finance certain projects that will alleviate the very harsh condition of the inhabitants of africa anyway this aide will not constitute comfort but simply provide the populace a physiological need, which is water. The first world community who are currently busy in maintaining freedom among the different countries around the world should consider that before a person could be free he/she should still be alive.

I had dinner with my sweetie
At her home the other night
I knew she’d make a special treat
At least I hoped she might

She set out all the crockery fine
With her best linen pressed
Silver knives and forks and spoons
I really was impressed

I said “What’s for dinner sweetie?”
She flashed a cheeky smile
And replied “I know you’ll love it
It’ll be ready in just a while”

Well I got a little suspicious
For I noticed that no smell
Was coming from her kitchen
And no food was there as well

Nothing cooking on the stove
So sign of chook nor fish
And she knew spaghetti marinara
Was my favourite dish

The stereo played slow love songs
The candles were aglow
She certainly was cooking something up
But what? I did not know

As she led me away from the kitchen
My hopes began to crumble
When she took me to the main bedroom
I heard my tummy rumble

She set me down upon the bed
And then to my surprise
She grabbed a blood red silken tie
And wrapped it round my eyes

I started feeling worried
This was not her normal behaviour
What could be for dinner here
And what could I find to savour?

I could hear her rustling round a bit
What was taking her so long
I’d known her over six months now
But could I have judged her wrong?

Did she have a darker side?
Was she into kinky stuff?
Well everything here seemed OK
I knew I just had to trust

Then I felt her hand so gentle
As she slowly released my blindfold
I opened my eyes and before me
Was such a sight to behold

She had totally turned his body
From her crown to her toenail tip
Into a savoury sensation
And in her hand… a packet of chips

Well, I could not hold back the laughter
I was rolling about in a fit
Then she held out the packet and said,
So solemn…”Would you like a dip?”

After removing the hair from the pate
To my delight it tasted divine
And she kept a supply of rice crackers
Propped up ‘tween her toes in a line

Well I tried the cream cheese on her fingers
Her belly button olives were yum
But I kept coming back for my favourite
The guacamole smeared on her buns

SHe’d gone to a lot of trouble
To find all my favourite things
I especially liked the arrangement
Of the cheezles and burger rings

I shared all the treats with my sweetie
Towards the end I was starting to slow
She gave me a wink and suggested
I finish off with a big cheerio

Needless to say…
There were no further courses
We sent out for pizza instead
After sweetie had showered we ate it
Propped up in our crumb filled bed

Now our relationship’s taken on new meaning
As we share in our new found delight
In fact I’ve invited my sweetie
For dessert round at my place tonight!

An itch to be scratched -
A lust unmatched -
An empty bed -
"Let’s go!" she said.
And on the summer’s afternoon
we loved until we saw the moon.

Exhausted, laying there exposed
upon my belly, I proposed
she scratch my back to top it off -
and soon she did, so soft, so soft.

Nails as sharp as ‘Wiltshires’ creep
like slugs upon a compost heap
across my sweaty skin until
I feel an itch she can’t quite kill.

"Just up a bit." She hears me say.
"Down a bit…the other way.
Up a tad. You’ve gone askew.
Slide across a touch or two.
A little harder. Damn it! Swat it!
Keep going, yes, you’ve almost got it.
Listen woman, can’t you tell.
You’re nowhere near it. Bloody Hell!”

I fling my body in the air
and land atop the carpet bare
Grinding hard upon my back
searching for a pointy tac
to give me what I really need -
a decent scratch that makes me bleed

Bewildered, she is staring down,
as losing it, I go to town.
Raising up my back, I arch it,
slamming hard down on the carpet.

My body parts are flicking, hectic,
like I’m turning epileptic.
A book! A knife! A nice high heel!
Give me something I can feel

But suddenly, like when it reared,
my itch just vanished…disappeared.

I rose, so pleased, my love to tell
and found that she was gone as well.

The door was slammed, the lock was latched.
Our race was run…and I was scratched!

The father smiled to see his child Come running to his side. "Please tell me, Daddy, what is meant By that word ’sex’", she cried. He looked aghast at this sweet girl - She was but eight years old; Too young, he thought and innocent To break this childhood mould. She should be playing with her dolls Or other toys she had Instead of asking questions such As this one of her Dad. With openness and honesty An inborn family trait, This Dad explained the facts of life Quite candidly and straight. His discourse finished, thankfully, He kissed her on the cheek; No word she’d uttered all the while, But now began to speak: "I didn’t think my question was A matter so complex, For Mum just said to tell you lunch Is ready in two secs

A guy sticks his location,
In a girl’s destinstion,
To increase the population,
For the next generation.
Do you get my explanation?
Or do you need a demonstration?