tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89014614540440866202014-10-06T22:42:46.266-07:00Sweet Pink PillI'll talk about anything because I can...Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-3495183702042101822012-07-14T12:35:00.001-07:002012-07-14T12:35:45.293-07:00The Simple Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMzwFaOuJ2o/UAG3IiMwAKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/X7uPAoDBXf4/s1600/pin-up-cuisiniere-elvgren.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMzwFaOuJ2o/UAG3IiMwAKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/X7uPAoDBXf4/s200/pin-up-cuisiniere-elvgren.jpg" width="147" /></a></div>I'm having one of those lazy days were I'm slacking off on the things that I should be getting done - oh well. So as I sit here thanking God for the weekend, pondering on the future, I had a flashback to when I was about 13 or 14 years old and I remembered all my aspirations from that time. I wanted to be a career woman, be the CEO of something, or be famous movie star, own a flashy car, a house, some real estate, be the big boss. Even though I still want some of those things (a car, a house..) I sometimes think I would be content with just being a simple Jane living a simple life somewhere in JA, just a housewife with a couple of kids.<br /><br />Lately the dreams of ruling the world (or whatever little of it I can) does not give me that little tingle it used to before. These days I fantasize about being married, cooking/baking, having babies, staying pretty for the hubby and all the other simplicities that come with domestication. At the age of 20, the words 'children' and 'marriage' seemed liked curse words, that engendered visions of slavery, torture and misery. So you can imagine my complete empuzzlement (yes I did make that word up) at finding myself searching for recipes online, engaging cute little children and planning my dream wedding! Gone are the dreams of conquering the world, now I just want to conquer the kitchen. My teenage self would slap the black off of me if it were here now. Maybe it's just a phase, maybe it's a side effect of staying too long in a crappy job or maybe this a permanent change. I don't know, only time will tell.Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-33896393692731153772012-05-30T13:13:00.001-07:002012-05-30T19:14:53.685-07:00Mini Post: Stuck In A Rut<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbW_mCVVSvQ/T8Z66Qb7lZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qgEocfjib8k/s1600/Stuck-In-A-Rut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbW_mCVVSvQ/T8Z66Qb7lZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qgEocfjib8k/s1600/Stuck-In-A-Rut.jpg" /></a></div>Today is a slow day, many days seem that way these days. I'm stuck in a rut and I don't seem to know how to get out. I'm just basically the same thing everyday. I've been on vacation leave for about a month now, It was fun at first but now I'm officially bored to death yet the thought of going back to work depresses me since that's an even deeper rut I seem to be unable to dig myself out of. I have been trying to get another job, but this stinking economy just wont give me a break I don't know what else to write or say in my resumes to make myself more marketable. I'm been trying so hard to sell myself to these companies that I'm beginning to feel like a corporate hooker, pay me with work please. Don't intend on giving up though just needed to rant a little. Any suggestions for a woman bored out of her mind?Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-49257512383385928542012-05-22T11:59:00.000-07:002012-05-23T19:35:09.197-07:00Has The World Gone Mad?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-im6m5kCJ384/T7vdJxAqHDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/XT_0Q65CHMc/s1600/url3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-im6m5kCJ384/T7vdJxAqHDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/XT_0Q65CHMc/s320/url3.jpg" width="219" /></a></div>I wasn't going to post this, because it isn't very sweet, but I figured what the hell, it's just what's on MY mind, some will not like it and that's okay, that's just how it is sometimes. So here goes...<br /><br />I stopped watching the local news sometime ago because sometimes it's just so depressing. But last night I decided to watch and guess what? it is still depressing. When I watch the news I can't help but wonder if I'm living in an alternate universe, because this could not be real. Man rapes donkey, say what now? I don't even know what to say about that. Teacher molests 12 year old girl and the other teachers, parents and students turn around curse the victim and support the teacher. I know one is innocent until proven guilty that why you have a trial. But seriously, mobilizing students and teachers to persecute this poor child? really? These parents should hate themselves. How would they feel if this child was there own? Even worse Three year old girl buggered by a 40 year old man; and people think buggery should be legal? I get it, what two consenting adults do in the privacy of their home is their business, but lets not forget buggery is not a prohibition against gay sex but a prohibition against anal sex in general whether man or woman. What would this crime against this child be termed after you take away this law? and I'm sorry I know many people will disagree with me but why the hell does anyone want to stick something up another person's sh!t hole? That where your sh!t comes from, sticking anything up there cannot be healthy. And no I don't hate gay people and I'm not homophobic, but I just think anal sex is nasty as hell. Sorry, I just can't rationalize it in my head.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0UO65QeF6w/T7vde1aRKTI/AAAAAAAAAuk/AzJ03kclT-I/s1600/url2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0UO65QeF6w/T7vde1aRKTI/AAAAAAAAAuk/AzJ03kclT-I/s200/url2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Then there was news about people telling police to leave lottery scammers alone because they have a right to scam white people as pay back for slavery?! SERIOUSLY?! Slavery was over 200 years ago? Can we please just stop saying stupid sh!t like this now and move our brains into the 21st century? Now I'm not saying we should forget where we came from, we need to know where we come from to know where we are going, but when are we going to stop letting it holding us back instead of moving forward when will the pity party end? You know what's the worst thing about the news these day, it doesn't seem to shock people anymore. Five or more people killed in one day and nothing, on to the next one. It's just another day in paradise. All we ever do is talk, talk about who is to blame, what we should be doing, talk about our rotten-to-the-core leaders (I'm guilty too) but most of us never get off our asses and do anything. As soon as the new distraction comes along we forget about the last one. God forbid the fundamental question of which is better; <span style="color: orange;">orange</span> or<span style="color: lime;"> green </span> remains unanswered, when over 200 children go missing every year, over 5,700 reports of child abuse, over 800 cases of child sexual abuse and over 1000 people murdered ever year. *sigh* There are some other things I could say but I'm going to leave it there for now, because this post would probably never end.Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-14456921337565024952012-05-15T10:39:00.000-07:002012-06-03T19:31:56.119-07:00No more Lusain (Get it? No? Whatever I Thought It Was Genius)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ddFTwDEJYg/T7KWGwzsnXI/AAAAAAAAAps/Cst1zS9KKu0/s1600/usain-bolt-and-belle-lubica%7Es600x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ddFTwDEJYg/T7KWGwzsnXI/AAAAAAAAAps/Cst1zS9KKu0/s320/usain-bolt-and-belle-lubica%7Es600x600.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><br />While I usually don't comment on celebrity gossip I just can't seem to resist the urge to give my two cents worth on this particular celebrity revelation. I read an article on yahoo yesterday titled 'Usain Bolt dumped his girlfriend to focus on London Olympics' by Chris Chase. The article went on to detail Usain's 'reason' for dumping, I mean breaking up with Lubica Slovak the Slovakian born designer and Usain's main squeeze of six months. According to the article Usain parted ways with the lovely Slovakian beauty because he needs to focus on the upcoming Olympics.<br /><br />Oh Pa-lease!!! You know I'm not buying that one. Now while I admire Usain's dedication to his craft and I certainly admire him for his wonderful contribution to lifting the Jamaican flag high and his overall contribution to the sport of track and field that does not mean I'll be easily suckered by this crafty little dismissal. So let me just get straight to the point and give you my two cents worth of opinion. I believe the real reason he dumped, I mean separated, what the heck dumped her is - he's tired of the pussy. Sounds harsh, I know but it just is what it is. Lets look back at dear Usain's record where the fairer sex. He has been linked with a number of beautiful young ladies over the last couple of years. Aaww, to be young, rich and over 6 feet tall...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Od72t_AcM7Y/T7KB1e9WFcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bQM0YFO1INg/s1600/Layout1_1_PAV2ZaggyfrieAM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Od72t_AcM7Y/T7KB1e9WFcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bQM0YFO1INg/s1600/Layout1_1_PAV2ZaggyfrieAM.jpg" /></a></div>First their was Mizicann Evans, the girl he dated from his teenage years before Olympic fame and glory. She was also present at the 2008 Olympics in Beijing where he performed like magic, everyone had Bolt fever from then on. This is why I'm a doubtful about his inability to focus when a girlfriend is around. He did just fine then, and he did many times after with different women in his life. I was routing for him and Mizicann (I'm a romantic) and she is the one who liked him before anyone really gave a rat's ass who he was. Seems every famous athlete has one of those, which they usually "upgrade" for a supposedly hotter model. Which brings us to girl number two (that we know of) Taniesha "Lava" Simpson.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iVxXLCoMi8/T7KTC0enrnI/AAAAAAAAApg/J2zoCVeOQJg/s1600/taneisha-simpson-lava.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iVxXLCoMi8/T7KTC0enrnI/AAAAAAAAApg/J2zoCVeOQJg/s320/taneisha-simpson-lava.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Could feed all the starving children in Africa with them titties.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well let's be honest this one reeks of fame/gold digger. She has been on VH1's 'For the Love of Ray J' and we all know no one actually goes on a VH1 dating show looking for love, only fame, so we can see why Usain never publicly owned this one up, but being the sharp guy Usain he is we know he sampled the goodies before he bolted (I'm just full of corny puns today). Next came the Lovely Milan and another reality show alumni </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAwKGRKPGIE/T7KHZlZGJ-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/FOwzsS--jBo/s1600/imagefromurl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAwKGRKPGIE/T7KHZlZGJ-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/FOwzsS--jBo/s320/imagefromurl.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This too soon quickly fizzled, with reports of of her being a royal bitch - I don't know if that's true, but if BET's College Hill is anything to go by, well... There was also a rumour of some <a href="http://jamaica-star.com/thestar/20101020/news/news1.html">secret relationship</a> with a British girl name Rebeckah Passley and I'm certain there were others in between we don't know of (come on it's Usain. He's young, he's rich, he's over 6 feet tall, weren't you paying attention?). Then came Lubica Slovak whom I give credit for lasting all of six months<span id="goog_1067088905"></span><span id="goog_1067088906"></span>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIySIQfWZGo/T7KMo8TLOmI/AAAAAAAAAo8/_YqNqi-eegY/s1600/lubcia_spot%7Es600x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIySIQfWZGo/T7KMo8TLOmI/AAAAAAAAAo8/_YqNqi-eegY/s320/lubcia_spot%7Es600x600.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Slovak, the Slovakian....?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's half a whole year! Hats off to you Lubica. I point all of this out to say, he's at that time in his life when he just want's to sample as many fish from the sea as he can. I'm not saying it's right and I'm not saying it's wrong - it just is what it is. So spare me the focus on the Olympics smooth over, this current fish's time on land has expired and it's back to the sea for her. Oh well.</div><br />Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-55042711643334536262012-04-27T18:17:00.001-07:002012-04-27T18:18:22.607-07:00If I Knew Then What I Know Now<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qykck-j7swM/T5tCyD46YrI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5AWileTS0Ak/s1600/Crystal-ball-book-cover-illustration-artwork.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qykck-j7swM/T5tCyD46YrI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5AWileTS0Ak/s320/Crystal-ball-book-cover-illustration-artwork.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Hind sight is a hell of a thing. Ever wish you could see into the future or even visit your past self and say "hey stupid, you might not wanna do that." or "Fool don't let this opportunity pass you by!" I sure know wish I could. I know it's no use crying over spilled milk but sometimes I can't help but say "If I knew then what I know now!". So if I had special knowledge what would be different about my life? Well, if I knew then what I know now...<br /><br /><ul><li>I'd still be a virgin </li><li>I'd would have pursed that American internship</li><li>I would never have given Richie my number</li><li>I'd be a D cup instead of a B cup (that's a long twisted story)</li><li>I would have finished school a year earlier</li><li>I would never have applied to Utech </li><li>I'd have a job in media and communications </li><li>I'd be single or married not "dating"</li><li>I'd be on the cover of a magazine or on a billboard somewhere</li><li>I'd never taken Ian's advice about relationship standards</li><li>I would have told a lot more people to kiss my cute black ass</li><li>I'd be renting my own place now </li><li>I'd be in my own ride</li><li>I'd be chilling on a beach in Negril or Montego Bay </li></ul>And the list goes on...<br />But like I said no use crying over spilled milk, the best we can do is learn from our past experiences so we don't make those mistakes again. I also take comfort in the fact that somethings are not too late to change/achieve and that's my driving force these day; making up for lost time. Like I always like to say better late than never.<br /><br />So if you knew then what you know now what would be different about your life? After you answer that, pick the stuff out you can still do something about and start working on them right away.The stuff you can't do anything about forget them. Write them down on a piece of paper and burn them if you have to (careful don't burn the house down). the sooner you let them go the sooner you can get started on doing/changing the things you still can do something about. Good luck!Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-32895534012692763492012-04-27T17:20:00.000-07:002012-04-27T17:20:17.321-07:00SlackerI know I don't update this page often enough, even though I always promise to do so. So I wont make anymore promises, I'll put away one day a week to try and post.Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-27758927708967807092011-12-29T11:29:00.000-08:002011-12-29T11:29:14.002-08:00Christmas Time Ramblings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5ji_X7ztUc/Tvy_XtM2D6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/KoPy-p52CYA/s1600/christmas.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5ji_X7ztUc/Tvy_XtM2D6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/KoPy-p52CYA/s320/christmas.gif" width="320" /></a></div>Wow, two days until the end of the years, time flies when you are having fun (kinda). <br /><br />This Christmas has was rather tiring; I mean is it just me or does every year it just seems a little less merry and ever more generic. Apart from the customary commercialization that has become the hallmark of the season there used to be something in the air (cliche I know) that made it still feel worth while you know, give you that warm fuzzy feeling inside. I don't get that feeling anymore, I may have lost my christmas spirit :(. And drifting a little why has the word Christmas become taboo since the last few years or so? I'm curious - everything is season greatings and happy holidays or merry xmas, anyway possible to get around saying the word christmas. What? Wasn't the holiday originally brought about as to recognize the birth of Jesus the Christ? I know not everyone is Christian but it was and to some extent still a christian holiday so why the change. I wonder if Diwali was a worldwide celebrated holiday, as christmas is today, do you think hindus would be ok with changing the meaning; maybe take Lakshmi out of the picture per se? I wonder...<br /><br />Moving along.<br /><br />This is another time of year I reflect on the year that has passed and the goals that I hope to accomplish in the coming year, yada yada. I don't have a well defined list of resolutions actually I had abandoned that plan a number of years ago as I rearly ever kept or maintaned the resolutions I made. But I plan to give the ole resolution list another try and I do plan to stick with it. When I get that fully sorted out I will share that with you my loyal readers (all three of you). Until then I'm out.Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-26898840534259135122011-12-03T14:49:00.001-08:002012-06-02T11:21:18.108-07:00Fake It Till You Make It!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlqGMK_8Csw/TtqqRDTQHuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/rkkp3gXsPuI/s1600/womenandorgasms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlqGMK_8Csw/TtqqRDTQHuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/rkkp3gXsPuI/s200/womenandorgasms.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I’m not a believer in faking anything, after all who likes a fake? Isn’t that why some people will pay hundreds, even thousands of dollars for a genuine Louis Vitton leather hand bag even though the rip off looks just as good and may even be just as durable? But let’s admit it some things we just can’t help but faking, if not for ourselves, then for others. Like an organism (yeah I had to go there). I mean really, is there such a thing as a woman who has never faked an orgasm? I’ve never met one. But why do women fake it? Well there are many reasons, the most common ones being, the sex is boring, tired, self conscious/body issues, painful and a headache (yes sometimes we really do have a headache).<br /><br />And overall with all of the above taken into consideration, the number one reason women fake orgasms (in my opinion); they don’t want to hurt his feelings. Most men take it personal when they discover you were not particularly blown away by what he thought was an award winning performance, so women will fake it to keep that fragile ego intact. And yes I have faked quite a few myself and the thing that always amazes me is that men are usually oblivious to the fact that, that earth shattering orgasm was just an Oscar winning performance. But like a former friend of mine once said she’ll never tell him she didn’t enjoy it, she will continue faking it till she makes it! I don’t know if she ever succeeded on that one.<br /><br />But anyway, why do men seem not to be able to tell when it’s faked? Well I’ve given this some thought and I think a lot of men tend to make love to a woman the way a man would want it done to them and this for the most part will not produce real results. Sadly, women are more technical creatures than men where sex is concerned. I say sadly because which woman doesn’t want to be horny as a goat the moment she sees her lover and have mind blowing, multiple orgasmic sex every single time she their bodies meet? I know men will despair at hearing this, but if you really want to rock her world you will have to turn her on upstairs (in her mind) before you head down south. Now how you do this is totally dependent on the individual woman and I leave that up the man to figure out – with the help of his lady of course. Just don’t jump on it and expect her to be an instant porn star, because that’s exactly what you will get, a lot of acting!<br /><br />Speaking of porn stars I digress a little, but I feel compelled to share some observations I have made of men who habitually watch porn (even if not necessarily addicted to it). And these observations are all based on my own personal experiences.<br /><br />· They tend to always expect a porn like performance every time you do it with them – personally I don’t mind being his dirty little sex slave every now and then, but every single time? It gets old really fast.<br /><br />· They always skip foreplay. It’s like they think you are always be hot and ready every time you see them.<br /><br />· They are usually a bit rough in bed and seem to find it hard to get more personal/close to you sexually; sex is never slow and intimate.<br /><br />· And my number one peeve where this is concerned, they always want to twist you into a pretzel or some other awkward shape.<br /><br />Needless to say they perform less than satisfactorily in bed to me and of course I fake it. <br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jU_6I1obe6Y/TtqqEQA9ziI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dWO7dlEIACA/s1600/Faking+Orgasms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jU_6I1obe6Y/TtqqEQA9ziI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dWO7dlEIACA/s320/Faking+Orgasms.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some men do care, oh the confessions I've heard...</td></tr></tbody></table>I cannot end this post without cluing in men on a few of the things that will give a hint that she’s faking, that is the men who actually care because some men are happy as long as the had one. And don’t get mad ladies this secret give away might benefit you in the long run. These are not hard and fast rule but they might help.<br /><br />1. Dry vaginas – If you’ve been hitting that for half an hour and she told you that she just ‘came’ but the pum pum is dryer than the Sahara desert then you probably missed the target.<br /><br />2. No spasm a.k.a. the pums doesn’t jump – If she just had an orgasm and you didn’t feel those wave like spasms gripping you down there, again you have missed the mark. Even though she may be able to fake this too. But the real thing tends to be more intense and spasms tends to be less than a second behind each other.<br /><br />3. Lots of hooting and hollering and praises in graphic descriptive sentences at the supposed point of no return, might indicate you have a faker. If you hit it real good it chances are she will not be able to shout out a whole sentence telling you what you just accomplished. Inaudible or incoherent speech and one word, one syllable sentences will suffice.<br /><br />4. Bounces out of bed right after that great orgasm – Trust me, the climax of a good love making session will leave her a little week in the knees, she will want a few minutes to recuperate. <br /><br />As I said before these tips are not hard and fast rules as even these she can learn to fake too, so if you really want to give her the real thing make her comfortable, get to know her and what really turns her on and when you get the real thing trust me you will notice the difference. So as I sign off on this post I would like to wish all the ladies (and men) a Christmas full of many wonderful orgasms but if you not having it, in the mean time have fun and good luck faking it!Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-70451535344547942252011-12-03T10:06:00.001-08:002012-04-27T18:30:55.972-07:00Why Some Men Never Get Any…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWYkchgTG6s/Ttpn5StIdoI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ILeGd3SxmQA/s1600/phony-niceguy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWYkchgTG6s/Ttpn5StIdoI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ILeGd3SxmQA/s320/phony-niceguy.gif" width="307" /></a></div>Does it seem like women are always looking for the perfect man even when this supposedly perfect man is sitting right under their noses (filling the friend role)? Why it is some men seem to have no luck when it comes to attracting the fairer sex, no matter what they do? They could be the most romantic, the sweetest, the most perfect guy any girl would want but yet they always end up stuck in the friend corner or worse the dreaded ‘he’s like a brother to me’ role. What are these nice guys lacking, to make them the guy of any girls dream? Well firstly it’s not what they are lacking but what they have too much of – niceness. There is a reason the saying goes nice guys finish last. No don’t get me wrong I’m not saying a guy should be a total asshole to get the girl because no girl really wants that either (at least I don’t think they do), but if you're too nice chances are you will get overlooked. <br /><br />You see the thing about being too nice is that it can become boring and just downright cloying. It’s like trying to eating fifty pounds of chocolate and then trying to wash it down with a gallon of chocolate syrup, I mean I love chocolate but I don’t want to attempt to eat fifty pounds of it. The thought alone makes me nauseous. It’s the same thing with niceness, too much of it is nauseating – you just have to tone down a bit sometimes. Being too nice makes it too easy to get overlooked and even taken advantage of. Like men, women sometimes like a challenge too. <br /><br />Another thing that I’ve noticed about guys that tend to be too nice is the lingering sense of desperation that always hangs around them. Women can smell desperation from a mile away, like grandpa Jimmy’s farts, and it's a sure fire way to make a man into female repellant. I’ve met men who came across as being desperate for my attention and approval, that they let met me walk all over them like a doormat. If you’re desperate, it right away screams weak, insecure and lacking confidence and if you’re insecure about yourself then chances are you will be insecure about our relationship and that always causes a problem. Irrational jealousy will most certainly be a main course in your relationship and nobody wants that on the menu to begin with.<br /><br />Needless to say I find none of the above characteristics particularly sexy, and so such men usually end up in the friend bracket and sometimes even that doesn’t work out, because there is nothing more draining than a needy man (trust me needy men are worse than a needy women). So what is the moral of the story? Be nice, but not tooooooo nice.<br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />A little comic relief:<br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Fz3zFqLc3E" width="470"></iframe>Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-17752559784787359582011-10-30T20:21:00.000-07:002011-10-30T20:22:31.454-07:00It's Been A While<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnaP_o4cR84/Tq4S2oPv0iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/vq57tQhhuD4/s1600/pink_pills_iii_by_saltystar-d348mry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnaP_o4cR84/Tq4S2oPv0iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/vq57tQhhuD4/s200/pink_pills_iii_by_saltystar-d348mry.jpg" width="160" /></a></div>I know I haven't been here in a while but it's seems unavoidable. I've just been going through a rough couple of months. I literally have no life. All I do is work and go home. The only distracion outside of that is my boyfriend. My work load is crazy and my pay is shit. Yet I seem to do nothing about it. I've become lazy and all I ever want to do in my spear time these days is sleep or watch stupid videos on youtube. My friends (all two of them - lol) keep encouraging me to start posting again, but when I get here no matter how great the topic I type in the title bar I just can't seem to find anything to say. So I end up staring at the blank post box until the screen saver pops up. <br /><br />My birthday went by last month (Sept. 29) without much fan fair - honestly I really didn't care. I'm one year older and still the same. Actually I'm not the same - I'm more boring now. Oh well. So what are the positives to this melodrama that I bore you with tonight? I've decided to start actively posting again, even if it hurts (and it hurts already).<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Because I realize I have a habit of never finishing or seeing anything I start through to the end. No matter what it is - ballet, school, boyfriends... I just quit when It gets too tough or I get bored with it and I do get bored very easily. Plus I'm so bi-polarish I just yo-yo up down with my moods (not a good look ma). So I'm going to at least try to mentain this blog for a year and then evaluate if I want to go on from there - because my priorities might change a year from now. We'll see. Let the pill popping begin.....Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-91828347394634089292011-08-13T20:23:00.000-07:002011-08-13T20:23:07.404-07:00blah, blah, blah...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VUkVp1nabGo/Tkc_GsKv4CI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9SBXRrc6Q-M/s1600/shs_sadpuppy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VUkVp1nabGo/Tkc_GsKv4CI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9SBXRrc6Q-M/s200/shs_sadpuppy1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>If you don't see me post here for awhile don't get mad at me. It's not that I'm super busy or preoccupied with anything else. It's just that my brain has dried up and I just can't find much to say these days, strange since It's usually very hard to get me to shut up. I actually started a post today - <strong><em>Why Some Men Never Get Any....</em></strong> that I thought was pretty interesting and then half way through it I forgot most of what I wanted to say, I'll post it another time when I get my mind back together in one piece. I'm not usually the type to give up so this is not the last you'll hear from me. Right now I'm just going through a blah period, everything is just so blah. Maybe I'm depressed, maybe that's why I'm rambling and maybe that's why I should put this miserable post to an end. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The End (for now)</div>Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-61971186364267737922011-07-31T14:03:00.000-07:002012-05-15T01:37:29.507-07:00The Oral Elephant In The Room <br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUSytbpj5gg/TjWu9t1XzjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hHpjFoEiH2I/s1600/oral_sex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUSytbpj5gg/TjWu9t1XzjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hHpjFoEiH2I/s200/oral_sex.jpg" t$="true" width="200px" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's just a banana...</td></tr></tbody></table> I never seize to be amazed by the things people say in public but actually do in private, this time it's oral sex. A couple of days ago I had a very interesting conversation with a friend about the topic and he was relating how he liked having that treat appreciated on him and how many girls have done it to him, at which point I asked "so do you return the favour?" at which he passionately replied "No, never...." yada yada and some other mombo jumbo logic, which I fail to remember at the moment. This has lead me to a not so Einsteinish revelation about a common theme of this lovely little island I live on where this topic is concerned; and that is, everybody seem to be getting it done to them left, right and centre and yet they are never returning the favour. Of course at that point my left eyebrow is raised and I'm thinking wait a <i>minute something here that doesn't make any sense.</i> How come all these folks are getting so lucky to have it done to them but they never have to return the favour - are there really that many people in JA generous enough to give out this goodie and never ask a little appreciation back? I doubt it. It's kinda like how in some conservative societies where the men claim to have had a number of sexual partners, but yet all the females are virgins at marriage - makes you wonder who were the guys having sex with or were they not getting laid at all? Somebody is not being honest here.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0l0HvHLAK6M/TjW5VgKtIhI/AAAAAAAAAYY/kvIqMlSLQoU/s1600/oralsex_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0l0HvHLAK6M/TjW5VgKtIhI/AAAAAAAAAYY/kvIqMlSLQoU/s320/oralsex_poster.jpg" t$="true" width="233px" /></a></div>So needless to say if so much giving is taking place there probably is just as much receiving too. But I can understand the need to lie about this 'sinful' indulgence after all we've all been raised and told that it's nasty and as such only nasty or freaky people do it and nobody wants to be a freak. Especially on the female side. Surprisingly - based on my experiences - I find that men actually confess to this more than women, some even brag openly about it, but never women, not once. You'd have to literally catch them with the lolli in their mouth before they admit to it. I've had female friends who go as far as to claim they have never had it done to them because they have no intention of returning the favour - but I know otherwise - even though they don't know I know. Don't worry <b>M, </b>your secret is safe with me. At this stage in our history where it seems to be quiet popular now and a few public figures have come out and admitted to indulging in this little practice (mostly after being put on blast), I find it a bit hilarious that folks will deny same. I'm not saying everyone is doing it and really if you are doing it, it's really nobody's business but your own. But if you are going talk about it so much and all the times you've had it done but never returned the favour, don't be surprised when you get the one raised eyebrow, because we all know you're getting extra helpings under the table.<br /><br />As for myself, I only receive I never return the favour. After all what kinda girl do take me for......Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-89905085729528971592011-07-23T13:52:00.000-07:002012-06-02T11:22:35.057-07:00R.I.P. Amy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5APNG8WI6bc/TisvxPcuDlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-irazZMzf8Q/s1600/amy2003DM2208_468x405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5APNG8WI6bc/TisvxPcuDlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-irazZMzf8Q/s200/amy2003DM2208_468x405.jpg" t$="true" width="200px" /></a></div>I just found out that one of my favourite singers Amy Winehouse was found dead in her apartment this afternoon. She was only 27. Such a talented artiste even though her talent was overshadowed by her problems with drugs and alcohol. I was routing for you Amy, i always hoped she would have gotten her act together; she never did. Too bad. I've been a fan of Amy Winehouse before she made it big in America with her album Back to Black. One of the first song of hers that I fell in love with was 'Fuck Me Pumps' - those were the days before she wore a beehive, had those sailor tattoes and even had a little meat on her bones. Talent wise, she was was good from beginning till end - drunken/missed performances and all. I guess that's just Amy for you. I know many folks who trashed her in life, will have many nice things to say about her now that she's gone (hipocrites) but it's all words (even this), none of it will bring her back. I hope her life was at least a lesson to anyone out there looking for peace at the bottom of a shot glass or the end of a needle. Those ings never have and never will heal a broken heart. Rest in peace Amy.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bM_SH3uIXAU/Tisv6BZ_AzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CfO3jum9vCs/s1600/B168C3F6-9662-828C-08FF93C6DFA4AFBB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bM_SH3uIXAU/Tisv6BZ_AzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CfO3jum9vCs/s320/B168C3F6-9662-828C-08FF93C6DFA4AFBB.jpg" t$="true" width="224px" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy in 2004 promoting her album <i>Frank</i></td></tr></tbody></table> <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7IyDz-O-Ao/TiswLAah9OI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VcI7UfMoIeM/s1600/B16945C5-AB76-2A37-7245A9735ED2C01C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7IyDz-O-Ao/TiswLAah9OI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VcI7UfMoIeM/s320/B16945C5-AB76-2A37-7245A9735ED2C01C.jpg" t$="true" width="196px" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Sep 7, 2004 Panasonic Mercury Music Prize in London</div></td></tr></tbody></table> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1DI4cnAa7D4/Tiswx2E-ElI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GPu44bPD9yw/s1600/amy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1DI4cnAa7D4/Tiswx2E-ElI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GPu44bPD9yw/s200/amy.bmp" t$="true" width="200px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gx_2ttr5av4/Tisw6mMBrhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YRElxC9HCSY/s1600/B16980FC-D9ED-BF75-07A5DE2B927101C0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gx_2ttr5av4/Tisw6mMBrhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YRElxC9HCSY/s320/B16980FC-D9ED-BF75-07A5DE2B927101C0.jpg" t$="true" width="183px" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2007 - The famous beehive</td></tr></tbody></table>Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-39443724210382144702011-07-19T12:35:00.000-07:002012-05-15T01:31:35.341-07:00love, sex, money, power, fame, beauty, or knowledge.Today I came across a question on formspring which asked folks to Choose one: love, sex, money, power, fame, beauty, or knowledge. Which I thought was very interesting. Most people chose love, with money being a close second. A few folks found choosing one too hard and choose all of the above (which wasn't an option). I was one of those person's who wanted it all but since the question didn't allow me to have it all, the next logical though was to choose one that would let me have most of the rest and that choice was money. Why? Well with money automatically comes power, with money and power you can easily have fame and money can actually buy everything else on the list except love - well probably a counterfeit version of it - but not the real thing. So if you're willing fore go the love then money is the best choice. <br /><br />Unfortunately I don't think there is anyone on the planet who can live a life devoid of love, except for maybe serial killers and even then that's not always the case because even Ted Bundy had a steady girlfriend and the BTK serial killer was married. So I definitely would try to have it all cause that's the type of person I am, but if I absolutely had to choose I'd choose love. Hey, what can I say I'm a romantic at heart. What about you?Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-53473661796985660772011-07-17T15:11:00.000-07:002011-07-31T15:47:28.597-07:004 Guys I Should Have Never Dated....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_6QKKWWypo/TiNE4WZxlgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XvEi9Ez_DPE/s1600/loser1_jpg_scaled500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_6QKKWWypo/TiNE4WZxlgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XvEi9Ez_DPE/s200/loser1_jpg_scaled500.jpg" width="158px" /></a></div>I know the ladies can all relate to memories of that totally crappy ex-boyfriend, the one that everytime you see him or remember him you wonder if you were brain dead at the time you dated that loser. Well I've had a few of those "what was I thinking?" kind of ex's - since I was once the poster child for worst taste in men (thank goodness my selection methods have matured greatly since those not so good old days). But every now and then it's good to reflect on our poor choices so as not to repeat the same mistakes again, like the time I dated <strong>Mr God's Gift to Women.</strong> Now this guy was a real piece of work, he thought he was the greatest thing ever created in the universe, he just couldn't get enough of himself. Alway's talking about himself, reminding me how lucky I was to be with him and the constant flirting, because in his own gorgeous mind he was just too great to just not be shared with other women. I blame myself for falling victim to his killer good looks (yes he was extremely good looking), but it didn't take me long to figure out there was nothing else behind this puddle except his beauty. Now I just pitty him and for his sake hope he never looses his physical attributes as he would vanish away into thin air, as there is nothing else to him.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dssMqkrSZzw/TiNZ3geb8dI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xF0zv5jCES8/s1600/imagesCAIR532K.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dssMqkrSZzw/TiNZ3geb8dI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xF0zv5jCES8/s200/imagesCAIR532K.jpg" width="197px" /></a></div>Even worse than that guy was the <strong>King of Jealously. </strong>This guy was so insecure, it was beyond ridiculous, I'm still dumb founded how I dated him for almost a year. This guy would get jealous if another guy even looked at me. I mean really, if he though I was hot enough to be his girlfriend, why did he think I would suddenly become unattractive to other guys as soon as I started dating him? This loser would get mad and throw a tantrum like a baby if a male friend called me or said hi to me on campus (I dated him in college) and not talk to me for a week. He even got mad once because I asked a guy for directions because we were lost. Apparently in his mind I was flirting. He would always apologise for his irrational behaviour later - but eventually nothing could save that sinking ship of a relationship as he refused to throw the baggage of his cheating ex-girlfriend over board.<br /><br />Just as bad as the previous two but in a different way <strong>The Bum/Dreamer. </strong>He was always well dressed and well put together in the latest ish... that I later found was mostly bought by other people (primarily his mama and other girls). He could never hold down a job because in his opinion all his bosses were jerks and he hated being a "slave" to the system or the man - don't ask I never got it either. He always had a some grand get rich scheme that always failed and he always talked about how he wanted to be a singer/musician, it was his passion, his dream - yet he would never enter any of the many talent competition that were are on offer here in JA (Jamaican's are obsessed with talent/singing contests), he always said he would but later had some excuse not to. Neither did he actively pursue recording any music. All he ever did was write and sing his songs to me or anyone else willing to listen. To his credit he actually had a good voice, too bad he's sitting around waiting to be magically discovered.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOzq28KKZ2M/TiNYnsL00UI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_EzhXUbgwes/s1600/imagesCAQEW32J.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOzq28KKZ2M/TiNYnsL00UI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_EzhXUbgwes/s200/imagesCAQEW32J.jpg" width="150px" /></a></div>Finally, but not any less crappy than the rest was <strong>The Dream Killer. </strong>Now while the previous guy was a dreamer who never did anything to make his dream come through, this lame-o was the total opposite - in that he just never had any dreams. He was always satisfied with being average or below average which always drived me crazy since I'm very driven in every thing I do. To make matter worse he had terrible habit of tearing me down. Every idea I got wether it was to make my life (or sometimes his) better, or for doing something a different way or whateever the case may be he shot them down. He never though anything was a good idea. He never though anything I though about or dreamed about doing would work out and in his pessimistic opinion was I was waisting my time or setting myself up for failure. This is the type of person you date if you want all your hopes and dreams to be murdered. Needless to say that relationship was very short lived.<br /><br />Now do I think I've perfected the art of picking a good boyfriend? I can't say yes with absolute certainty but I think I've definately improved if my current choice is anything to go by, but I'll just keep my fingers crossed anyway...Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-80778863747178049412011-07-16T18:01:00.000-07:002011-07-31T15:48:35.056-07:00Friends with Benefits; Yeah Right<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r_e6rPCwn8A/TiIj8dsMo9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/l1nFKbR2awM/s1600/friends_with_benefits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r_e6rPCwn8A/TiIj8dsMo9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/l1nFKbR2awM/s320/friends_with_benefits.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>Well another week come and gone, yes! Thank goodness it's the weekend even if I just stay home and watch TV in my underwear for the most of it. Yeah the secret is out, it's not only guys who do that. Anyway unto what's on my mind at the moment. Friend with benefits. Three little words full of so much promise, fun, freedom and heartbreak. Yeah I know you probably weren't expecting that last one, and most folks who get into this intimate arrangement with a friend don't expect it either, but it many cases it is a very real possibility as one or both person usually start confusing sex and friends with something more. When you think about it's not too hard to see why. You're having great sex with your friend - someone you laugh with, have fun with, share stuff with and someone you turn to for advice - add the emotional attachment - and you've found yourself the 'perfect' boyfriend or girlfriend. So crossing that thin emotional line is not too hard, unfortunately in most cases only one person in this set up is usually willing to cross this line and when the other declines to follow that's where the heartbreak comes in. <br /><br />I always find it amusing how folks enter into this type of friendship, truly expecting to have the best of both worlds, but forgetting you really cant have have your cake and eat it<strong>.</strong> But I'm not wagging a disdainful finger at anyone since I've tried this fun arrangement twice already, the first time didn't have a pretty ending as it turned out my friend really wanted to be more but I wasn't feeling that idea. The second tme around had better results, as a matter of fact it is still having great results as my current relationship started as friends with benefits and we are still going strong (ups and downs and all). I know I might sound selfish highlighting the cons of this kind of friendship and I'm not saying it never ever works out, that is, just remain friends with benefits. I just don't know of any real life cases where it has :-(<em> </em>I actually have a guy friend who can't get rid of a friend turned stalker who didn't want to just be casual and wanted the whole darn thing to herself. Good luck on that one 'S'.<br /><br />However with all that said friends with benefits is here to stay, because of that one little pro, easy sex! Who doesn't love the idea of releasing some sexual tention without having to do all the other stuff that comes with a real relationship? So if you must indulge, go right ahead. Just make sure you know what or who you're getting yourself into - pun intended.Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-982005461203625972011-07-09T13:03:00.000-07:002011-07-31T15:48:59.718-07:00Planking: What Will They Think of Next<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1puGOL2z1GU/Thiw-x8y7FI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9fG_WtDyV-k/s1600/justin-bieber-diggy-simmons-planking-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="230px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1puGOL2z1GU/Thiw-x8y7FI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9fG_WtDyV-k/s320/justin-bieber-diggy-simmons-planking-2.jpg" width="320px" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin Beiber and Diggy Simmons Planking</td></tr></tbody></table>I'm so stretched to the limit these days I can hardly find time to scratch my head, I've even considered quitting this blog, that was until I discovered this new trend on the internet called planking. I just had to comment. For those of you who don't what planking is, it's a latest internet craze where people lie face down as stiff as a board (plank) with there hands at their side, in unusual places while someone else snaps a picture. while I'm all for some good fun some trends are just so ridiculous it defies reasoning (remember the pet rock, people actually paid money, so their kids could have a rock as a pet). As to why planking has caught on is beyond me, I guess in this modern day and age when we have pretty much seen and done all the crazy things our ancestors could never imagine, just about anything will satisfy our need to be entertained; even lying as stiff as a plank in a parking lot. <br /><br />Even though planking is so popular now, even celebrities are doing it (then again celebrities will do any thing for attention), I believe this fad like so many other's will soon fade away and something else just as or even more ridiculous will replace it. Maybe next it will be the standing up game and they can name that one poling (because you'll be as stiff as a pole) or maybe it will the choking game where you strangle yourself for a few seconds until you pass out just so you can get a tingly rush when you're revived; oh wait, that one has been done already and a number of kids died from doing it. My bad. Talk about a fad killer, no pun intended. Even though I think planking is pretty stupid, I know a lot of you out there think it's the coolest thing ever thought of. To those people I say happy planking and be safe, yes safe, because there have been reports of people who have injured them self in an attempt to plank in the most outrageous places, one guy from Australia actually <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDdqRp79y40">died while planking</a> from a seven storey building. So if you must plank, please do so responsibly.Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-9938755170283399862011-06-25T19:29:00.000-07:002011-07-31T15:49:32.361-07:00I Don't Want to Get It.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WW-ZyCCoxQ0/Tgbtj9ZiEtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/K93fXoSV2S4/s1600/pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WW-ZyCCoxQ0/Tgbtj9ZiEtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/K93fXoSV2S4/s320/pic.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>It's been a long interesting week, which I won't share because because I'm still a little stressed over some of the event's of this past week, but I hope you guys out in cyber land are in brighter spirits than I am. <br /><br />Anyway moving right along, a friend of mine who read my <a href="http://sweetpinkpill.blogspot.com/2011/06/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html">Liar, Liar Pants on Fire</a> post recently shared his ever interesting thoughts on the topic. In sharing his thoughts he brought up the point that the statistics in Jamaica show that females outnumber males by 6:1 (Yes 6 to 1!), therefore in his humble opinion the notion of one man to one woman is not feasible; and men who cheat are actually providing a humanitaring service to the lonely women out there who don't have a man to call their own. Aaawwww 'T' you are such a selfless person for taking on the plight of all the single women out there... Not! (-_-`) . Firstly this 6:1 ratio encompasses all females to all males, young, old and in between. Bring me the figures for my age group then maybe I'll care. Secondly, most men are not aware of this satistic (informal survey) so when they are dropping their pants behing their main squeeze's back it's not for humanitarian purposes but purely for self gratification. And lastly you can bring me all the stats in the world, that show that women out number men by a million to one and I wouldn't care less because when it comes to my man I'm territorial, I don't share well.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55hYR2wisTA/Tgbt6QU7wdI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Oag8PxgeeAw/s1600/smellslike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55hYR2wisTA/Tgbt6QU7wdI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Oag8PxgeeAw/s200/smellslike.jpg" width="148px" /></a></div><br />What annoys me even more about this cheating thing where Jamaican men (sorry, but I've only been with Jamaican men so you're my only reference) are concerned is that they expect their girlfriend/wife/woman to be pure, virtueous, ever faithful and anything outside of that is met with hostile resistance. They have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to getting <span style="color: magenta;">bun</span> and some literally go crazy if they find out there girl is fooling around. Honestly if a guy wants to give <span style="color: magenta;">bun</span>, go right ahead, but don't be a bitch if you get it back. Hey it's karma and it's fair. Don't do anything you don't want done back to you. Simple.<br /><br />Another male friend said I wont get it cause I'm a girl. Well thank god, cause I don't think I want to 'get it', if getting it means I'd have to be selfish, disrespectful and perpetuate a double standard, that renders the person I claim to love as an unequal partner in the relationship. Nope, I'll pass.<br /><br /><em>NB - These are all my personal opinions. I'm not saying women don't cheat too, because they do and that doesn't make it right either way. I'm just speaking from a female perspective. </em><br /><br /><em><span style="color: magenta;">bun - means cheat, see my </span></em><a href="http://sweetpinkpill.blogspot.com/2011/06/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html"><em>Liar, Liar Pants On Fire</em></a><em> <span style="color: magenta;">post for better definition.</span></em>Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-23590813314641329312011-06-19T15:35:00.000-07:002011-07-31T15:50:29.066-07:00When It Hits You, You feel no PainThis is not much of a post really just a statement of fact that most people who knows me knows (that last part kinda sounds weird when I say it in my head, oh well..). I love music. The thing I love about music is the way it just makes you forget about any craziness going on in your life. I can't live without it. I have to listen when I'm doing house work, when I'm stressed, or when I'm just chilling. And I love pretty much every type of music, from rock, to pop, to hip hop and even a little country. Music is my drug, God forbid that I should ever go deaf and not be able to listen to another note. Scary. So I recently rediscovered some songs I haven't heard in a while and I feel like sharing a few.<br /><br />These songs are from about from 2009, good year for party/crossover Jamaican dancehall songs.<br /><br /><object height="374" width="448"><param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhC4Vc9F9b9j976G4l"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhC4Vc9F9b9j976G4l" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="374" width="488"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youclubvideo.com/req/swf/player.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="flashvars" value="config=http://www.youclubvideo.com/embedCfg.js?mid=111060"></param><embed src="http://www.youclubvideo.com/req/swf/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="488" height="374" flashvars="config=http://www.youclubvideo.com/embedCfg.js?mid=111060"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.youclubvideo.com/video/111060/richie-loops-my-cup" target="_blank">Richie Loops - My Cup </a>found on <a href="http://www.youclubvideo.com/video/r-amp-b-cat-page-1-ord-date-desc" target="_blank">R&B</a><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rLZ6qU7g1sU" width="425"></iframe><br /><br />And who could forget Shaggy and Beenie Man with these hilarious videos!<br /><br /><div style="padding-bottom: 5px; text-align: center; width: 420px;"><a href="http://en.musicplayon.com/play?v=195676" target="_blank">Beenie Man - Mi Woman A Call Mi (2009)</a></div><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,15,0" height="374" width="488"> <param name="movie" value="http://en.musicplayon.com/embed?VID=195676&autoPlay=N&hideLeftPanel=Y" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed width="488" height="374" src="http://en.musicplayon.com/embed?VID=195676&autoPlay=N&hideLeftPanel=Y" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="374" width="488"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hiphoplead.com/video/video.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="config=http://www.hiphoplead.com/video/video.php&image=http://www.hiphoplead.com/wp-content/uploads/cache/14094_videoplayer.jpg&file=http://hw-videos.worldstarhiphop.com/v7j7w3p2/cds/2010/04/28/beeniemansed.flv&sharing.link=http://www.hiphoplead.com/video/beenie-man-under-curfew/"></param><embed src="http://www.hiphoplead.com/video/video.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowFullscreen="true" width="488" height="374" flashvars="config=http://www.hiphoplead.com/video/video.php&image=http://www.hiphoplead.com/wp-content/uploads/cache/14094_videoplayer.jpg&file=http://hw-videos.worldstarhiphop.com/v7j7w3p2/cds/2010/04/28/beeniemansed.flv&sharing.link=http://www.hiphoplead.com/video/beenie-man-under-curfew/"/></object><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QtV6rYlk_18" width="425"></iframe><br /><br />Omg! How could I have forgotten this classic by Tessanne Chin!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iJmFtWRm-kc" width="425"></iframe><br /><br />ok this was a post.Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-18326073747443126312011-06-19T13:39:00.000-07:002011-07-31T15:51:40.267-07:00Money Can't Buy happiness! I Think...?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFewLUbcc40/Tf5OraKROQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/NyAo49_r3s8/s1600/women-and-money.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFewLUbcc40/Tf5OraKROQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/NyAo49_r3s8/s320/women-and-money.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>How many times have you heard the saying money can't buy happiness? Well sometimes I wonder how true that that is. Speaking as someone who doesn't have a lot of it lately I'm prone to think some money would make me a little bit happier than I am right now, and I think we can all agree every bit of happiness counts, especially since from my recollection everytime I had some money (as in I wasn't broke), I was quiet happy and when I don't have much of it I feel like a bum. Now don't get me wrong I'm not saying I'm a drag to be around at this moment because my cash flow is dismal, but I do feel frustrated when I want to get certain things done and I have to put them on hold because the funds aren't there. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQTQ0wk0VZY/Tf5fGCPUqmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/G2Nf4HBz3z0/s1600/travie.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQTQ0wk0VZY/Tf5fGCPUqmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/G2Nf4HBz3z0/s200/travie.bmp" width="200px" /></a></div><br />I always wondered why folks alway say money can't buy happiness? If money can't buy happiness why do so many people work so hard to try to more and more of it? Some folks even scheme, lie and cheat to get it, others sing about being rich; and even though I've read studies that say that some of the most depressed and isolated folks are wealthy people, it never makes them think of giving away there fortune for the sake of their happines. Really think about it how many millionaires do you know who have given away their riches for the sake of their happiness? That's what I thought. I've sometimes wondered if that saying was created as a propaganda spread by rich folks to keep those without much of the good stuff contented with their finacial delinquence. <br /><br />[STOP THINK, ABOUT 5 MINUTES LATER]<br /><br />Ok, maybe this is all a bit of crazy talk, fueled buy the fact that honestly I'm not used to being broke (even after two years). No, I'm not bragging and I was never rich but up until about a couple of years ago, I led a pretty decent life. I went to private schools most of my life, my parent's paid for my college tuition out of their pockets (twice - gotta love them) and I always had a little extra to spend on myself. Fast foward to the present where I am now doing the adult thing, trying to maintain a budget on my meagre salary and trying to accept the fact that I can't spend as frivolously as I used to back in the day and that's really frustrating. I remember when I just started college and I though 'after I leave here, I'm gonna get a great job and have a great life!' I now laugh bitterly at my naivety then. ha!<br /><br />[20 MORE MINUTES OF THINKING AND A SMALL EPIPHANY LATER]<br /><br />If I knew then what I know now, I probably would have spent more wisely, I certainly would have bought less shoes.... ok maybe not less shoes but I would have cut back on certain things, saved more and appreciated what I had more. But since I can't really change the past makes no sense moping about it. I guess this time in my life is meant to teach me to value the things and people I have in my life more and not to be so hung up an material things (I love when I have these little 'enlightened' moments). That's not to say I won't try to improve my financial standings - 'cause lord know I need a better paying job like yesterday - but I'll not going to be so obsessed about it anymore and I'll try not to be so depressed when I don't get that job I applied for, I'll just pick myself up and try again. And lastly I will spend more wisely, starting with I won't by another pair of shoes until christmas (I hope I'm not biting off more than I can chew). wish me luck :)Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-22780239802120698752011-06-10T19:31:00.000-07:002011-07-31T15:53:18.431-07:00I'm a Sour Blue Pill...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qtv2kx-xpas/TfLS83A1vwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/p4eBAgu1vSY/s1600/65a1d01c-c0c6-4d23-aa71-cd1dd72cb2cd_blue_pills_72dpi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qtv2kx-xpas/TfLS83A1vwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/p4eBAgu1vSY/s200/65a1d01c-c0c6-4d23-aa71-cd1dd72cb2cd_blue_pills_72dpi.jpg" t8="true" width="200px" /></a></div>Wow it's so hot and humid today, I feel like I'm melting. Anyway that's neither here nor there. I'm just having one of those days where I wonder what really is the point to it all. Sometimes I wonder why I really write this blog. Like who really cares what I think about anything? What benefit am I getting from writing this blog, apart from passing the time when I'm bored? Why the hell do I work so hard but never seem to get any reward for it. Why am I so nice to people, so loyal, bend over backwards to make other people happy - only to end up getting screwed over by the same person in the end. Why do I really bother to be a be a good person, when it's very apparent good people not only finish last they get kicked in the ass too. No matter how good sh!t seems to be going for a while something crazy always has to come along and mess it up. I don't expect life to be perfect, but I just would prefer to have some of the regular nuisances than these major dramas. Jesus, I'm just sick and tired of drama and I've had it up to my eyeball with back stabbing, forked tongue people. I'm really tired, why can't I just maintain a normal boring life. I know you are wondering what the hell I'm ranting about, what's eating my grapes; well just something that happened today and I don't think I can share right now I just need to vent a bit or I think I'm going to go crazy. I'm just not feeling too sweet lately.Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-9116263735008097932011-06-05T17:17:00.000-07:002012-05-01T18:18:42.008-07:00Liar Liar Pants on Fire!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufx1T_FobTo/TewBL-hGnHI/AAAAAAAAATo/3_wsUTNuzlg/s1600/cheat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufx1T_FobTo/TewBL-hGnHI/AAAAAAAAATo/3_wsUTNuzlg/s1600/cheat.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div>Well it's been a rough couple of weeks, but I'm hanging in there. I found out something recently that just knocked me out for a while. I contemplated whether I should share this on my blog or not and finally I decided to because I did say when I created this blog that I will talk about anything and by that I also meant I'd be open. Anyway I ramble in an effort to delay my recent discovery, which is (drum roll please) I found out that my boyfriend cheated on me =O, scandalous I know. This revelation was made though his own admission, even though on the day of the heinous transgression I had called him and his attitude made me suspicious, but I just shrugged it off - never shrug female intuition off. Now imagine my shock on hearing, at first I was convinced he was joking (since at one point he did try to pass it off as such). To make matters worse this bitch is someone I knew was after his ass (his ex) and I warned him but he still let himself get sucked in. So of course I experienced the flood emotions that goes along with any betrayal - anger, disbelief, self pity, sadness, anxiety...<br /><br />But the one thing I never did was cry and I actually didn't want to cry. Which at first I thought was strange, but then I realized I didn't want to cry because I've become used to boyfriends cheating. Then I started to wonder, why is that so? Is there something wrong with me or do I just suck at choosing men? And after thinking about it for awhile, I came to the conclusion it's none of these things, because I know I'm a real catch, I'm good looking, sexy, great personality and I know how to treat a man and I'm not being cocky but that's the truth. As for choosing men I've used every method in the book and dated all the types you can think of (good looking, ugly, rich, broke, skinny, fat, shy, out going...) and for the most part it usually the same end result. So what is the problem in my humble opinion? The society I live in.<br /><br />Now I know some of the Jamaican's that read this are going to get mad at me, but it's my observation and I'm in no way saying there aren't Jamaican men who don't cheat. I'm certain there are, but let's be honest the ratio of cheater to none cheater is disproportionate with the heftier sum falling on the cheater side. Why? because men having multiple female companions in this country is accepted and even encouraged. And I know some folks are going <b><i>No way, nobody accepts that what are you talking about? </i></b>Want to know what I'm talking about take a look at the media and entertainment.<br /><br />As well as being laden with general images of sex to sell just about everything (even fruit juice), many advertisements conjure images of one man getting, a number of women because they used or consumed a certain product. This <i><b>one man, plenty women</b></i> concept is further emphasized by dancehall artist who boast about getting many girls, while the females artiste affirm this behaviour by singing she only keeps one man and/or that even though the man has other women (matey) it's ok because she's the wifey. Check Lady Saw's most recent video.<br /><br />This has lead to popularization of stupid concepts such as <i><b>half of a good man is better than no man</b></i> and <b><i><span style="color: #c031c7;">'bunning'</span> with respect</i></b>. Which always blows my mind how anyone can be respectful when cheating, since cheating is a the ultimate form of disrespect in a relationship. Truly what the term <span style="color: #c031c7;"><b><i>'bunning'</i></b></span> with respect really means is <i><b>be as crafty and sneaky with your cheating as possible so you don't get caught, that way you partner can maintain the false sense of repect they think you have for them. </b></i><br /><br />The funnier thing about cheating in this country is while men are praised for having multiple female partner, the same men have a zero tolerance policy on women cheating on them. We've (Jamaicans) all seen the news what men do when they find out their women have given the good stuff to another man.... But I guess until we begin socialise our sons into not accepting this disrespectful habit, me rambling about it is really a waste of time. So on to the bigger question that you actually want to know the answer to: Did I kick his ass to the curb?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSatVt9qMHE/TewAu8q-tJI/AAAAAAAAATk/9_ktsUZd_HE/s1600/fhhjgjlkj%253Bklmuy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSatVt9qMHE/TewAu8q-tJI/AAAAAAAAATk/9_ktsUZd_HE/s200/fhhjgjlkj%253Bklmuy.jpg" t8="true" width="200px" /></a></div>No I did not. I thought about it long and hard, along with some wicked punishment I wanted to exact on him, after I calmed down a bit I realised those options really would not make me happy in the long term. So after I did the whole mortally wounded deer in the head light routine, drilled him to death about it, lay on the guilt trip (and I laid it on real thick), reminded him why he will never find another girl as good as me (no really, never) and after he apologized profusely I accepted his apology and forgave him. I forgave him more for myself than for him, unforgiveness really eats away more at the person who has been wronged than it does at the person who commits the infraction - and I just don't want to be bitter and full of baggage. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pDrJaEM0xMU/Tev_z6CGssI/AAAAAAAAATg/KMMktZuTeFo/s1600/Trust-Infidelity.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="114px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pDrJaEM0xMU/Tev_z6CGssI/AAAAAAAAATg/KMMktZuTeFo/s200/Trust-Infidelity.png" t8="true" width="200px" /></a></div>However, this does not mean the trust has been totally repaired this is something that will take time; but when I reflect on the relationship we've had so far it has been very fulfilling and I love him and I believe he loves me too (even though he let his dick get the better of him). And I am a believer in second chances, but if your ass ever cheats on me again don't think for a minute to even say your sorry, because I'll make you wish... hmmm I don't think I should finish that sentence, just don't do it again.<br /><br />NB <span style="color: #c031c7;">for any one of my none Jamaica readers who are wondering what bun or bunning is, it's a Jamaican slang for being unfaithful to your lover/spouse. Transulated into english the word would be burn or burning, so therefore when you cheat you're burning your lover/spouse - there is a variety of ways you can use this word bun in a sentence e.g.she give him bun or him bun her (har). Sounds weird when it's not said in patois (Jamaican dialect) but the concept holds true.</span><br /><br />Big shout out to KS aka Scot you are my number one fan and one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world, I love you! However, don't say or ask me anything about this post when you read it. Thanks.Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-42513120140021861402011-05-31T16:08:00.000-07:002011-05-31T16:08:20.742-07:00I'm taking a BreakI will not be posting here for a little while. I'm dealing with some stuff right now and I can't really focus on blogging at the monent.....Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-56235418675358262872011-05-22T13:07:00.000-07:002011-07-31T15:55:56.079-07:00Surprise, Surpise - The World has Not Ended....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cef0uQVOnZ0/TdluiBewfCI/AAAAAAAAARk/h-BTU0XC84k/s1600/end-nigh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cef0uQVOnZ0/TdluiBewfCI/AAAAAAAAARk/h-BTU0XC84k/s320/end-nigh.jpg" width="260" /></a></div>Well it's Sunday the 22nd day of May and as we can all see the world hasn't ended. In some ways the world ending would not have been that terrifying as some would believe. No I'm not a doomsday lover but I do love to think contrary to the ordinary. While most people think of the end of the world as the most terrible thing that could ever happen, with a little mental prodding you can actually make it into a not too bad transition. Ok bear with me... <br />Now this dooms day prediction were made from a Christian perspective (and I use word Christian loosely), so therefore all I would have had to do to avoid the frying pan down below should I have died in this massive worldwide earthquake is repent of my sins. If I had done this and the judgement had come as predicted then I'd actually be in a better position than I am now.<br /><br />There are so many things that I have to do next week that I'm not looking foward to, if the world had ended yesterday I certainly wouln't be worrying about them now. As for those people who suffer from chronic Monday morning blues - like myself - that would not have been a problem - luckily for me I get an extra day to preprare for the new work week as Monday is Labour Day, a public holiday here in JA, but knowing me I'll probably have Tuesday morning blues instead.<br /><br />If the world had ended Saturday as planned, many of us regular folks would never have to worry about these things again :- <br /><ul><li>Crappy jobs and stinky bosses</li><li>Taxes</li><li>Mortage</li><li>Bills, bills, bills</li><li>The recession and keeping our crappy jobs (because we all prefer having a crappy job than not having one at all)</li><li>Mother-in-laws from hell</li><li>House chores</li><li>Cheating spouses and a host of other worldly annoyances</li></ul>Assuming that we had all believed the predictions of Mr Harold Camping and we had set our affairs in order for the ending, then we would all be in heaven now chilling in the shade, sipping virgin pina coladas (no alcohol in heaven?! to some people that sounds like hell) with the Big Man himself or some version of this. Doesn't sound too bad to me. But alas, this was not to be so we have to get on with the business of life as unfun (is that a word?) as that may be sometime. So get on with it folks, no world ending around here today. Although I did here October 21, 2011 been thrown around as another date.........<br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Ok on an even lighter note I found these judgement/dooms day jokes online and I just have to share...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLQ8MsObF1w/Tdl0TU5_QGI/AAAAAAAAARo/EOf9GqXNl6I/s1600/judgement-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLQ8MsObF1w/Tdl0TU5_QGI/AAAAAAAAARo/EOf9GqXNl6I/s320/judgement-day.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBOXg57H6JU/Tdl3DTGZXQI/AAAAAAAAARs/b1T1sxWUE_Q/s1600/twitter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBOXg57H6JU/Tdl3DTGZXQI/AAAAAAAAARs/b1T1sxWUE_Q/s320/twitter.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEUCZ0ujjr4/Tdl3fXdLExI/AAAAAAAAARw/aByf6JoMVYQ/s1600/mayan_calendar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEUCZ0ujjr4/Tdl3fXdLExI/AAAAAAAAARw/aByf6JoMVYQ/s320/mayan_calendar.jpg" width="272" /></a></div>Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901461454044086620.post-58629621502979913512011-05-19T06:09:00.000-07:002011-07-31T15:57:04.964-07:00The World is Ending!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgEojWQHy-g/TdUZ0SlAjdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/t7p1gKouYww/s1600/RobertFitzpatrick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgEojWQHy-g/TdUZ0SlAjdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/t7p1gKouYww/s320/RobertFitzpatrick.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>Did you hear about that pastor who claims the world will come to an end May 21, 2011? that's this Saturday - he has billboards put up in America and here in Jamaica.<br /><br />Well since the world is going to end this Saturday, I better get a moving on that bucket list. A few things I'll have to modify though since the time is so short. So instead of visiting Japan, I'll just decorate my room Japanese style, go to a Japanese resturant and watch some japanese soap opera online. Never had sex with a white guy, don't know where I'm going to find one on such short notice, maybe I'll just have to settle with a really light skinned black dude (wonder if <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://cdn.urbanislandz.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/vybz-kartel-braid-hair-bleach-face.jpg&imgrefurl=http://urbanislandz.com/2011/05/16/vybz-kartel-defends-his-s3xuality-video/&usg=__4sxjoTQco7QzRYS9E6HREOQs8w4=&h=428&w=432&sz=35&hl=en&start=20&sig2=gUt7rQGb_rLIadS11D-7mw&zoom=1&tbnid=7kWBcKcKhA9NMM:&tbnh=130&tbnw=131&ei=5xLVTZfQMMXL0AGYq4ymDA&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dvybz%2Bkartel%2Bbleach%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7RNWN_en%26biw%3D1259%26bih%3D589%26tbm%3Disch0%2C442&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=487&vpy=255&dur=1000&hovh=223&hovw=226&tx=134&ty=146&sqi=2&page=2&ndsp=19&ved=1t:429,r:9,s:20&biw=1259&bih=589">vybz kartel</a> is available). As for shaking my booty in a rap video I guess I'll just make a sexy video of myself dancing and post it on youtube. <br /><br />Ok I'm just kidding but seriously if the world was ending in less than two days what would I really want to before its all gone? I guess I'd just wanna spend it with the people I love the most. ooohhh and have crazy sex with my boyfriend one last time, that would definately take my mind off the impending doom. Sorry I just can't stop joking this thing out it is so ridiculous!Sweet Pink Pillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988497762188898914noreply@blogger.com0