Ping..Ping.. Wulan, my loyal customer, order lagi, duh,sampe bgetar2 niy di ping2 mulu, hehe, thank u ya, say 
Orderan kali ini cukup simple, Wulan udah kirim foto mau dihias seperti apa birthday cake nya, cuma diganti warna nya aja jadi hijau muda, trus, terserah pula kapan bisanya di anter lgsg utk ka’ Ida, who was also my co-worker long2 time ago hihi.. Enak bgt deh kalo semua customer manis seperti ini, qkqkqk..
Happy belated bday,ka’ Ida
Foto nyusul..
Duh,blogging blue lg muncul 
Sorry ya,kl ada bbrp yg blm di update, lg males bgt niy blogging.
Ada yg mesen birthday cupcakes buat cowo nya niy, hihi, romantic feeling nya muncul lagi deh gara2 buat cupcakes ini..
Semuanya hal2 yg disukain David: ada raket tennis n bolanya, ada mobil sport kuning (mobil sport atau mobil2an Divo ya itu qkqkqk..), ada hantu teru teru bozu, laptop, iphone, monyet n ada figurine cewe, ceritanya ini Dewi, yg mesan cupcakesnya..
Happy birthday ya, David.. Semoga langgeng terus ya
Foto nyusul..
I am utterly alone.
And don’t deny that you are, too.
Everyone is utterly alone.
Sure, it’s a dreary outlook on life, but it’s unbearably true. There are only a few daring souls in the universe who actually grab life and steer it to where they want to end up. There are very few that find the one person that they never want to leave, the one person that they could not breathe without.
And those are the facts.
They may not apply to you. And if they do, they do not have to stay that way. They apply to me, for sure. But I have no intention of keeping it that way.
Some people are perfectly content with the lives that they lead. But are they really lives? Are you really alive? No. I don’t think you really are. The only ting worse than making the wrong choice is not making any at all, just drifting along on the whims of others. Have you forgotten who you are? Have you forgotten what you stand for? Have you forgotten the innocence that you have in your power, the changes you can make?
I dare you.
I dare you to look at yourself and say, “Is this who I want to be?” Screw who you need to be, the obligations you have to others, and look at yourself and ONLY YOURSELF.
Whether you are young or old, or somewhere inbetween, do not lose hope. You have all of the power within you that you need to change everything for the better.
Choose your decisions wisely, but make sure to chose them strongly.
The new "Ferrari 458 Italia”… This is what it looks like!
And This Is What It Does…
Erotica has been a part of society for longer than most would like to acknowledge. It has been created by nearly every civilization, ancient and modern. Through paintings, sculptures, photography, dramatic arts, music and writings, we have all been somehow moved by the scenes, readings, visions and sounds of the erotic.
With modern technology, we began to see pornography come into the picture, and somehow the beauty and the sensuality that was once associated with the erotic arts became something profane and to most, offensive.
I ask that you take a moment to look through some of the ancient art and sculptures that depict an erotic nature. Early cultures often associated the sexual act with supernatural forces and thus their religion is intertwined with such depictions.
I have been intrigued by the erotic arts for as long as I can remember. While I never took a liking to pornography, I was always drawn to ancient erotic art: Sunga Empire sculptures (India) from 1st century BCE or the paintings of the ancient Greeks.
About 12 years ago, I was introduced to erotic literature. My first book was The Story of O by Anne Decios, under the pen name Pauline Reage. I had always enjoyed reading and being able to envision what was happening in the book. But, when I picked up an erotic book, I was hooked!
It’s been a long while since I’ve been reminded of the bliss that eroticism brings. Somehow, I managed to surround myself with people who thought the complete opposite of me, and I’ve subdued my curiosity and love of the erotic arts. I have learned to embrace this about myself and have made the decision to remove anything or anyone from my path that looks down on me for it. I am liberated…
If you haven’t read a book lately, I strongly suggest you pick up something with a little bit of spice. Any of Anais Nin’s books are nice, as is The Story of O, or if you want to be daring, pick up the Sleeping Beauty Chronicles by Anne Rice. She goes by A.N. Roquelaure in this trilogy.
Although porn is great for a quick fix, there’s nothing more exciting and exhilarating than using your imagination.
For a history on Erotica, I ask that you check out:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_erotic_depictions.
Leave your comments and stay tuned for more erotic topics.
Happy love making,
Dalliance Soiree
Coming soon: www.dalliancesoiree.com
So I was sitting in my local all you can eat sushi place thinking about the latest hunt I have joined. “The Forbidden Fruit” hunt. What’s so aDORKable about a sexy, naughty, dirty hunt? Hmmm… nothing. And then as I took a bite of my California roll, she looked up at me and said “SUSHI!” Thats it! I can make a pose based on my favorite of all the forbidden fruits, sushi!
Adult poses are something I have definitely wanted to do. Whats more fun than imagining different scenarios and then recreating your fantasies? But how would my loyal customers take an adult pose from aDORKable? What better way to find out than to give it out for free? So here it is! I introduce my first truly “adult” pose. Mmm… Sushi. It is a couples pose set on 2 pillows for your lovely lady to lean back on as you… well… eat 
I hope you like! I would love to do more sensual poses in the future. Mmm… Sushi will be available as my gift for the Forbidden Fruit Hunt. Hunt runs from January 9th – 25th. For more info please check here:
Available at The Deck!
Oh goody, another scientific study about women’s sexuality that is completely stupid and supposedly verified by a flawed twin study. Don’t you love how the scientists never have to actually verify anything after stating that they are doing a twin study? Yep, no G-spot because the guys doing the research say it’s not there:
Professor Tim Spector, the other coauthor, similarly stated, “This is by far the biggest study ever carried out and shows fairly conclusively that the idea of a G-spot is subjective. Women may argue that having a G-spot is due to diet or exercise, but in fact it is virtually impossible to find real traits.” Well, it must be science if the authors are using words like” fairly conclusively,” “subjective” and “virtually” to describe it.
And what’s this about diet and exercise? I too have heard many arguments about the G-spot, but that is a new one. I was heretofore unaware that anyone ever suggested that you could create a body part from force of will — even the most enthusiastic of Kegeling.
But here’s where the real news — like a nebulous bit of spongy matter in the front of the cervix — gets lost. Over half of the women surveyed — 56 percent — said they did possess a G-spot. So when Burri talks about women’s feelings of “inadequacy or underachievement,” to whom is she referring? Because it would appear the majority of her subjects are doing just fine, Grafenberg-wise.
Until the study itself is released in full, it’s hard to fully tell how the researchers arrived at their conclusions, and why they seem so quick to debunk something so many women claim to enjoy. Did they ask their subjects if they’d ever experienced ejaculation — a scientifically verified phenomenon and, sometimes, a byproduct of stimulation of that nonexistent G-spot? Did they ask the women if they’d ever attempted to find and stimulate it — either with a partner or alone? And most important, did the authors put on their miner’s hats and go looking for it themselves? There also seems to be a blur between defining a part of the anatomy and insisting it perform in a certain way.
Good points. For myself, being a twin, I always want to point out to scientists that TWINS ARE NOT CLONES. In other words, while twins may share genetic material, so do other siblings, and once those genes split (read here scientists: not connected anymore), the genes change in different ways. So, too, might a twin’s description of a G-spot, or any other woman’s description of what she likes in bed. What I am more surprised by is the concept that guys still seem to believe that there is such a thing as a “one-size-fits-all” description of erogenous zones in women’s sexuality. Just because guys seem to all have the penis as a common erogenous zone, doesn’t mean that all women feel sexually pleased by a single area of stimulation. And, as any woman who really has loved on men knows, every man likes something a little different in the bedroom, even going so far as to say it’s not a simple plug and play procedure.
Crazy guys, it’s like the Trix Rabbit: Trix are for kids, and G-spots may just be something for women. Gosh, it’s a little sad how juvenile this sex game has become. Here is some Unasked Sex Advice: there is no magic button–you’ve got to work at pleasing your partner by asking what feels good. There, I’ve said it. Do you think I need to put my scientific credentials out there to get people to believe me, or is this message’s popularity out there because guys don’t want to have to find the G-spot. Check out the post below telling guys to “relax” about not havin to look somewhere when they just want to get laid. Poor sops, we women, here we were thinking this getting laid was a mutual pleasure thing.
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Here’s Miley Cyrus and her MILF of a Mom that’s been pimping her out the past few years.
After that’s a couple of pic’s of Miley frolicking around in a tight ass bikini like any teenage girl that’s worth millions and millions of dollars.
Judul: Libri di Luca
Pengarang: Mikkel Birkegaard
Penerbit: Serambi (2009)
Halaman: 588 p
Beli di: Gramedia Mal Taman Anggrek (Rp 69000)
Semua buku yang berkisah tentang buku-buku selalu menarik perhatianku. Aku jatuh cinta dengan kisah The Thirteenth Tale, terutama dengan setting toko buku antiknya. Makanya, begitu membaca sinopsis Luca di Libri, aku langsung tertarik.
Jon Campelli adalah seorang pengacara di Kopenhagen, Denmark, yang tidak pernah mengasosiasikan hidupnya dengan buku-buku, meskipun ayahnya, Luca Campelli, memiliki sebuah toko buku antik dengan koleksi yang luar biasa di kota tersebut. Sampai pada suatu hari, Luca ditemukan meninggal dunia di dalam tokonya, dan Jon terpaksa mengambil alih toko tersebut yang diwariskan oleh ayahnya.
Ternyata toko buku antik bernama Libri di Luca itu menyimpan lebih dari sekadar koleksi buku-buku kuno. Toko itu juga menjadi tempat berkumpulnya para Lector, yaitu orang-orang yang memiliki kemampuan khusus, bisa mempengaruhi pikiran dan perasaan orang lain yang sedang membaca buku. Lector terdiri dari dua kelompok besar, yaitu kelompok Penerima dan Pemancar. Jon sangat terkejut ketika tahu dirinya mewarisi bakat seorang Pemancar yang diperoleh dari keluarga ayahnya. Dan dari situlah petualangan Jon dimulai.
Terjadinya pembunuhan dan kecelakaan yang melibatkan Lector menjadi inti cerita buku ini. Suasana semakin diperkeruh dengan konflik yang terjadi antara kelompok Pemancar dan Penerima, membuat setiap orang saling mencurigai satu sama lain. Akhirnya Jon terpaksa turun tangan, dan menyelidiki apa yang terjadi di balik peristiwa-peristiwa tersebut, termasuk kematian ayahnya yang misterius. Jon juga dibantu oleh seorang perempuan yang termasuk dalam kelompok Penerima, Katherina, serta mantan kliennya yang gila komputer, Muhammad.
Sebenarnya ide cerita buku ini lumayan seru, sayang tidak dieksekusi dengan maksimal. Entah karena buku ini aslinya ditulis dalam bahasa Denmark, sehingga terjemahannya terasa kurang greget (sangat berbeda dengan terjemahan Serambi pada umumnya), atau memang jalan ceritanya yang cukup lambat (jadi ingat The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo yang juga ditulis oleh pengarang Skandinavia dan memiliki jalan cerita yang terlalu bertele-tele. Mungkin ini memang ciri khas penulis daerah sana..), yang jelas buku ini untukku tidak termasuk dalam kategori “seru”. Malah, bisa dibilang cenderung membosankan. Karakter Jon Campelli sebagai tokoh utama juga kurang greget, begitu pula dengan sidekick-nya, Katherina, yang chemistry-nya kurang terasa sepanjang cerita.
Entah kenapa menurut tulisan di sampul depannya, novel ini terjual 10.000 eksemplar dalam waktu 3 hari. Aku sendiri tidak menemukan keistimewaan apapun dari novel ini. Standar, mungkin itu satu kata yang bisa mewakili opiniku untuk Libri di Luca.
Rob had been going places, and he’d been going to them while juggling a ball between his feet. He wasn’t just being cocky when he said he was good; his coach agreed, and soon the scouts did too. Bearing down on the ball, he felt like a demigod. Watching it sail into the top corner of the net, he was a downright deity.
Okay, so he was a little cocky. But that didn’t change the fact that the scouts wanted him on their teams.
But then he came along. Kyle Perry, that dodgy bastard. He had talent, but he was known for stirring up shit - getting into afters with goalies and argy-bargy with the refs. He was infamous. So when he “accidentally” tripped Rob, nobody was too surprised. It was the stomping on Rob’s knee that really shocked everyone. The noise it made was particularly disturbing.
What the fuck I ever do to you?, Rob asked, maybe out loud, maybe in his head. The sharpness of the pain in his knee made everything else dull and blurred in comparison. They carried him away on a stretcher. They pumped him full of painkillers.
Surgery couldn’t solve everything. His knees were already crocked from all the years of playing and practicing; the stomp just sped up the inevitable by about a decade. Rob’s career was over. The satisfaction that Kyle’s was too wasn’t enough – throughout the rehabilition process, Rob nursed a grudge as well as his aching joints.
This grew into elaborate revenge fantasies. He never committed them to paper, just in case a police officer ever showed up on his doorstep (there was a suspicious amount of painkillers in his bathroom), but he harboured them in the back of his mind. On his darkest days, some of his plans seemed frighteningly possible.
Kyle happened to show up on one of those days. This was the first time Rob had really seen him since the game. Kyle had never apologized, a fact that fueled some of Rob’s fantasies.
Kyle was a mess. He looked as if the last time he’d gotten any sleep had been a nap on a hard bench about a week ago. His hair, which had always been slicked back with gel, flopped in his face and lacked lustre. He looked Rob in the eyes and told him he was sorry. He looked on the verge of tears, though tired people tend to constantly look like they’re going to cry. Rob invited him in and offered him a beer.
I’ve been thinking about a few things lately. I guess they are all fairly intertwined and generally have to do with my future. With the new year upon me I’m happy to say goodbye to 2009, I will not miss last year. It had a few great ups, but it had the most downs I’ve ever experienced and I’m glad to be rid of that chapter of my life.
I’ve been wondering how I can make 2010 a better year than last year. I thought about making a resolution, but I find that hard because it’s sort of like how I feel about tattoos, I can’t think of anything that I can live with for that long. What is something I can follow for a whole year? Don’t drink soda, don’t drink alcohol, be single, be cleaner, be nicer? I guess I could try and do any of those things, or others, but would any of it really make me happier as a person? The answer is probably no. Although I guess I will say that I do plan to stay single, drink less, and be nicer to people. Maybe I’m just afraid of commitment. I probably could have made one last year, but my trust in my decisions and my faith in permanence was shattered this past year. I’m apathetic at this point about a social life. This in no way applies to my work ethic though, just my social skills.
That brings me to some of the things I’ve been thinking about lately. I had a converstaion with my grandfather the other day that sort of made me realize that part of my attitude lately is due to the fact that my life right now is nothing like it was a few years ago, a year ago even. I’m not used to having no car and no money. I’m used to having a partner in crime, wheels, and cash. I mean, I never had a lot of anything, but I was fairly independent and did what I wanted when I wanted because I had a car and generally had enough money to get by and have fun. This past year was very different. I became really dependent on my mother for the first time since I was about 16. I mean, in high school I depended on her for a house and food most days, but in general I had money to get what I wanted and a car to go where I wanted. This year I used her car, and basically had to ask her for money when I needed it. It was a nice change in a way because I had a lot less to worry about. All I really have to think about now is graduating, but it’s at the cost of feeling adult and independent.
I don’t know how other people in this situation would feel but I imagine it’s hard for anyone to go backwards like this. I thought I was out, and on my own, on my way to marriage to be honest. To have every bit of that taken away was rough, and I needed my mother, but now it’s starting to wear on me. I’m grateful for all that my mother and new stepfather do for me, but at the same time I’m irritated with them, because I need them. I haven’t needed anyone in a long time and it’s hard to feel as helpless as I do now.
I think the combination of all that happened in 2009 made me jaded and angry, and that’s really what has been on my mind lately. I’m not happy. Well I’m not depressed either, it’s not a constant upset feeling or anything, but not much makes me really happy anymore. I’ve never been all that excitable to begin with, but lately I’ve watched myself go through motions where I should at least be enjoying myself and I’m not. All I want to do is my school work, watch movies, and sleep. Sometimes I get myself hyped up about going out with friends, but I find myself disappointed most nights. Some nights, I know, were definitely very fun, but I didn’t actually have much fun. I feel like there’s something missing I guess. I feel unsettled, but that’s nothing new.
In my previous post I posed a question and I feel like the answer is probably a little bit, yes. I expect far too much of the people around me, and I probably make people who don’t meet my expectations feel smaller than I intend too. It’s not a hypacritical problem though, because I hold myself to the same standards I hold everyone else. I guess I feel like if people don’t do like I do they are wrong. Which is obviously not the best way to go about life, but I’m just now realizing that I make people feel beneath me. I’m kind of a jerk, but my mother always said she didn’t raise me to be nice, so I come by it honest. I guess I’ll work on it.
I don’t really know where this was all going, I just wanted to write something to start off this year, so that at the end of it I can see the changes. I think I want to work on being nicer (in general), figure out if there is a separation between my school work and my hobbies, and be more social. So there is my not so resolute resolution.
And here is a picture of my sister from 2005 that I found that makes me happy, just because:
