The title doesn't really matter...

I must say I'm hurt... and disappointed as well.
I'm your friend, and I love you both, but I can't help not to like being called stupid and naive just because I don't feel the same way you do. And taking the risk of not being "cool" I don't like to be mocked just for the fun of it, either.

So you wanna talk about love? I can understand why you do; it's ironic if you think about it: it might not even exist but we can always relate to it somehow.
But I agree, love does not exist. It's a word... All human fellings don't exist (and no, blogs don't really exist, if you're wondering...) They're just this strange things that happen and we trie to understand and qualify and measure but we can't. Fear? Is there actually anything that makes fear real? Sadness... anything? Happyness maybe? I could name a few... And yet we feel them...
Wait, I'm lost, so they don't exist, they are not real, but we feel them? Humm...

If you wanna talk biologically, there are some body "reactions" that you can associate with love. (now it's the time when you say "no, there aren't!!" and then I say "Yes, there are" and after a couple of minutes we both agree we have better things to be doing...) I don't know them by memory, but I do remember one, quite funny actually: when you're "in love", whatever that means, your brain releases some hormones that affect your hability to criticise a certain person. I've seen this somewhere... Oh, I know: "love is blind"!
I could recommend a documentary on the subject, but if you don't believe me why would you believe that guy with the nice voice, saying the same thing?
And while we're here, biologically there's no relations between animals besides basic ones... But I think we both agree we're not (just) animals... We're something more, right? Or are we just animals when it comes to love, but we are not when we do politics or philosophy? That's a bit unfair don't you think?

Oh yes, attraction and desire, the same old story, it's all about that...
I guess you could say it's just attraction and desire when you're talking about 70-year olds celebrating their 50th wedding aniversary, and it's all about sex when you try to wait for a nice person to have your first time with. But the other times? Can you really say it's all just that?


We agree on two more things I think (it's funny, through the whole post I'm actually agreeing with you...)
We do give some people the power to hurt us. And the pain they cause can be so real... But that doesn't make it unworthy. It's inevitable... people will hurt you, whether you let them or not, because you can't keep yourself apart from that, even if you try, you can't close yourself in your little castle and be sure the monsters won't get in. Sometimes, or better, some people aren't worthy your trust and all they do is hurt you, even if you don't notice. That's part of life and will happen whether you're in control of your life or not...

Finally, yes, to be in love is a challenge, you have to dare to do it. Sometimes you won't know until the end that you've taken the challenge. But there will be a moment in your life when you'll say to yourself "I don't know what I'm feeling, I just know I feel it. If this is what love is... it feels good". There's no doubt in my mind. It doesn't matter how tall, short, fat, skinny, uggly, pretty, nice or bad you are.
And then you'll write in your blog, in your diary, you'll tell your best friend, or you will just confess to the one you love, and you'll never remember what I'm saying now. So, there will be no "I told you" moment. But that's good. That way you won't say I spoiled the surprise saying what it would be like.

You believe in what you believe, the same goes for me. What you shouldn't believe is that your believes are the only ones. And I'm sorry, but I'm not stupid. I might not be smart enough to lie, and I'm deffinitely not smart enough to understand why it's good or fun to lie, but it's not nice to call me stupid...

Now, can we go back to movie reviews and funny videos, please?

Oh Girl...

[On sex]
Lewis Kiniski: One person's always disappointed. So far, I've been lucky; it's always been the woman.

After the last post I wrote, there have been some mod changes, and lady wrote one of her own, almost about the same theme.

Love

Noun, verb, loved, loving.

– noun

1.	a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

2.	a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

3.	sexual passion or desire.

4.	a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

5.	(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?

6.	a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.

7.	sexual intercourse; copulation.

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There is all this and more to define what ever this is, for deWinter and I this feeling that we’re talking about is just a bunch of lies. Lies… I love lies, Men!! How great it is to lie and get away with it?

There are no words that could describe that wonderful feeling. Don’t believe me ask Dane cock.

If you still belive in love, or something like that, you must be having a heak of a time. Enjoy yourself

Oh Boy...

Perfect timing...

I want, for a long time now, to write about love...








I am a believer that there is no such a thing.


Love has been invented by humans, just like most things...

Jack told be, a long long time ago, that love was the feeling of liking someone very much. Guess what, liking someone very much is exactly liking someone very much. Biologically, there is no relation between animals beside basic ones...Therefore, i believe in SEX, just as much i believe in attraction, desire... But LOVE???...Give me a break...A big one, please!!
Love is.....utopic!! You can think about it, define it, paint it, even dream about it, but it is never going to happen..not for real...maybe after life there's something like it...
However, i don't like to be called septic so i have someone to tell to those (stupid innocent naive people) who believe in it, and say they have actually been there.There is not worthy of your time to trust someone blindly enough to give them the power to heart you...Pain is real, and the emptiness you feel when he/she betray you is real...and betrayal is real and certain...and disappointments as well..Don't be a victim...Be in control of you life....Fuck people around and DO NOT DARE TO "FELL IN LOVE" with them...You're in controle...You ROCK....

I love you...

I'd rather have an intelligent enemy than a stupid friend.

David Alfaro Siqueirosfamily

Sorry but I mean it. There is only space for one moron, and that’s me.

We are talking to each other you may think that I’m a stupid or a full of shit, and you are probably right. This is not a self-pity moment, a confection or something like that this is just me seeing me in your eyes.

I’m not a decent guy although I appear to be, and I’m not as rational as I want to be. And I like to play with the truth and lies. And I want to play a game. Believe it or not that’s your choice.

I Love Lady de Winter

Wishing all the best;
John Kramer

Color Boxes

"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back.
I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!".

John Mayer

Double Lifes

The track is “Stranger in the Crowd” performed by Cee-Lo Green of Gnarls Barkley (and originally made famous by Elvis Presley).

One of those nights... 2

I'm with Jack, going to CB or CC without you isn't the same, there's no one to tell me to fuck of for no apparently reason, or to criticize others besides me.

But the fucking worst part of going there without you is that we end up always calling someone to try to replace you, but they can’t, worst even they gives a eke of a bad time ( talking about some tang-out dogs, who just don’t shut up with their stupid no good for nothing stories).

Bottom of line come back, and while you don’t, please write.

Wishing the best.

From Jonh Kramer

Reediting "Life isn't measured in minutes, but in moments"

I liked the movie, great actually, just as Jack said.

And having Jack commented the movie before me, lives me just to comment the idea.

The movie has two high points for me the birth and death of the character. The birth of the old with a mind of a young one, and the death of the young with a mind of an old one. It seems strange at first, but when you look at it with more careful, you see an old man playing, and a child being forced to exercise, and to subject itself to the world. That is exactly the kind of things I see every day, children don’t play they are subjected to the idea that they have to learn and perfect their body to the future, and in the opposite side old people are left at “playgrounds” where they have their games, naps and education. This image seems wrong. But it clear shows that a child would have better living among the old than with the conceited idea we have now.

The movie, without the plot, elaborates the idea that children and the elderly are better of together for their mutual education.

One of those nights...

As I said the other day, we don't like to go to CB without you, Milady. So I didn't want to do that thing I know you wanted me to do, but didn't want to tell me :P
I know your feeling blue today, but don't worry, that's just home sick isn't it? You'll be back soon!

Come on, look at that picture below and tell me, honestly, doesn't it seem like we're there?

John is bringing the big box of popcorn, as he always does. You with your margarita. I am feeling a little sick, maybe something I ate, so I'm a little discolored...
We had fun tonight, talked about life, laughed at some "Friends" scene, sent some of the Daisys of this world to hell...


I hope you like it.
Miss you!