Sarah Jessica Parker will have a quiet New Year’s Eve with her family.
The ‘Sex and the City’ actress – who plays glamorous newspaper columnist Carrie Bradshaw in the hit US TV show and movie – plans to shun her Hollywood lifestyle and will spend the night indoors with her husband Matthew Broderick and their three children.
She said: “What am I doing for New Year’s Eve? I’ll be spending it with my husband and my family.”
The 44-year-old actress – who has son James Wilkie, seven, and six-month-old twin daughters Marion Loretta and Tabitha Hodge with Matthew -has had an eventful year.
As well as filming the second ‘Sex and the City’ movie, she and Matthew welcomed their new twin daughters through a surrogate mother into the world on June 22.
Ya, here I am flinging ‘F’ words all over the place, and nobody’s around to appreciate my awesome alliterations! It’s New Year’s Eve, and the office is like a ghost town sparsely populated with lethargic ghosts in ratty jeans. Princess Panda is the only one making an effort to dress for the occasion here, wearing a red hairband with huge jaunty red flowers & feathers stuck on top.
Ya, so I’m in permanent Ascot races mode when I’m happy, what can I say?
Anyway I’d just heard that a village hottie from back home is getting hitched! At the ripe old age of 26! *tsk tsk* So young, so beautiful, so full of promise, & sooooo taken. I commisserated with a good guy friend of mine over this; for him, she was ‘the one that got away’. Since I’m in an alliterative mood this morning, let’s call him …’F’. For ‘Fantastic’.
Well when I found my way to Facebook this morning & found out the frikkin’ news, I messaged Mr. F to find out if he was feeling fine. *fuahaha* And then, quite without invitation, I barged in with my two cents’ worth of love advice (ya, I’m such an authority figure here having had three boyfriends before Mr. Panda ambled into my horizon & blocked out the sun.)
The problem Mr. F was facing is something quite a few men face these days surprisingly. Like Ross in ‘Friends’, who pined for Rachel for years before getting her (and losing her, & getting her back, & losing her…you get the picture), sometimes the good, loyal, decent gentlemen who would technically make great husbands always end up being relegated to the ‘Friend’ basket, while the jerks on a white charger come in & sweep the dames away into a passionate stupor. And then, just as quickly, Rhett sweeps out again, leaving the nice, steadfast ‘Friend’ to patch up said dame, only to watch her ride off into the sunset with someone else when she’s all nicely mended.
I tell ya, it doesn’t make sense! I’m convinced the answer lies in the WOOING & in sezing the WINDOW.
See, if you’re a guy & you happen to really dig a particular woman, please DON’T take the Korean mini-series male hero way of writing your feelings into a diary, losing it & then hoping that it’ll magically end up in the girl’s best friend’s locker room & she’ll bring it to your lady love and then you live happily ever after. [cue violin music against angst-filled background shots of beautiful Korean winterscape.] Suppression of emotions is NOT a sign of stoicism; it’s a sign of sheer stupidity. (Really on an alliterative roll now. *amazed at myself*)
Trust me on this one. When you meet a girl, you only have a very limited, rapidly diminishing window of opportunity in which to form an impression in her brain, that you are romantic hero material. Remember; you will be fighting with visions of the latest Prada handbag, PMS, corporate politics & Jake Lautner for space in that brain of hers. So your every move must be calculated, focused and above all, swift. There are exceptions to the rule of course; but unless you look like Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Ken Watanabe, and have Obama’s clout and Bill Gates’ money, you may consider yourself the rule rather than the exception.
So STRIKE when the iron’s hot. Be Mr. Nice Guy, sure. But telegraph your interest for goodness’ sake. Take a risk & let her know (not in so many words lah…practice your non-verbal skills!) that; (a) you’re available to explore a relationship with her (b) you’re a good person who’s sticking around for the long-term (c) you think she’s the best thing since sliced bread, and (d) you badly want to be her beau. And convey all that BEFORE she sees you as a good friend & you get relegated to that basket.
Case in point; I’ve dated a few guys, and they’re all completely different from one another. Literally the ONLY thing they had in common was that they all moved fast. Excellent move, I might add. Give me too much time, and I’ll start manufacturing reasons why it wouldn’t work, it’s the wrong time, he’s not my type, blah blah blah.
I can’t over-emphasise the fact that there’s a small window of opportunity for women; we’re big suckers for the ’swept away’ feeling. No time to think, weigh, consider. It’s our inner Scarlett clamouring for big southern romances against a landscape of uncertainty! It’s the ‘being in the moment’, and the sense of destiny (probably brought on by too many late-night movies, romance novels & sugar deprivation from a low-carb diet) that makes us feel as though everything has been written in the stars, and then the magic words appear:
‘Could he be …The ONE??’
Because after all, things aren’t supposed to happen so fast…unless we have something really, really powerful going on, in which case it’s stupid to consider the pros & cons because, you know, it’s fate and all. *cracks gum*
Ok, I’m exaggerating here to make a point, but I wanted you to see how all the movies we watch and the books we read have primed us for a Grand Romance. We yearn to have that Great Love, the one we can tell our grandkids about. Andrea de Cruz & Pierre Png have that great love story; “Grandpa gave grandma a part of his liver after hers got burnt by ingesting diet pills from China.” You’d serve us well to give us that grand romance of a lifetime. If you throw all your cards down, and take a risk for love, the worst we can do is reject you. But then we’d never see you as a mere ‘Friend’; a title worse than death for a guy with a bleeding love-lorn heart.
Mr. F thinks that he should wait for a woman who actually wants to marry her friend. Now I’m not saying that there aren’t marriages like that (the Chinese call it ‘re jiu shen qin’; extended togetherness blooms love); but in today’s fast-paced world where everything is about instant gratification, the lady may get nabbed by someone else while you’re waiting for the shoots of love to bloom. The ‘re jiu shen qin’ situation only applies if nobody is out to nab your girl, and that buys you a lot of time for love to grow like a little plant in dry season. Cos make no mistake about it, romance is the water that nourishes your love tree; and friendship without romance is a recipe for a long hard winter’s crop.
So it’s not just about finding a woman who really wants to marry her friend. You’ll find that by the time women marry they really are already marrying their friend! All the traits of a good friendship like trust, the ability to communicate & enjoy each other’s company, same values, same wavelength etc…they’re present in a good marriage too. But it’s about upping the romance quotient! Some women like to think that passion for them has so affected a man’s ability to think that he lays aside his ego & pride by doing something silly, crazy or passion-driven…for love of her. Even in the animal kingdom, the male woos the female by strutting or spreading colourful feathers, or doing the dance or something. (They also leave the momma with the baby at the first opportunity to go spread feathers for some other chick, but that’s not the point of the story here!)
My point is, that to get from ‘friend’ to ’flame’, first step is always the wooing. It is the wooing that separates the friends from the suitors.
And then like AVATAR, once you make the ‘tail’ connection with your wild filly (I don’t mean this in a crude way, just figurative ok…just watch the movie before you grill me!), women, being the faithful creatures of habit that they are, then start to feel emotionally ’settled’ and most likely won’t bail sometimes even if the guy turns out to be a borderline jerk with poor personal hygiene. It’s almost biological. We’re programmed to stay once caught!
So if you’re a nice guy with more women friends than you can count, none of whom can actually keep a straight face when asked if they’re your ‘girlfriend’, it’s time to put some sizzle in your schwizzle. Forget the friendly, fatherly mien; inject a little forbidden, ferocity & fervour into the mix and you should have the perfect combination for a happily ever after.
Just remember guys; Ross gets the girl in the end, and you can too!
Good luck!
She entered the house, poised for a tangle. She was quite sure she’d left the lights off, the door locked, her rooms neat. So why was there a lamp burning, the light soft against the window of her room on the upper floor? Was that a shadow she saw, flickering in the lamplight against the wall?
She stepped into the building as quietly as possible, the leather soles on her boots quiet against the shining hardwood floor. She had dressed for business tonight – breeches, collared shirt, hair up. More sensible than the elaborate dress she usually wore, and handy on nights like tonight, when intruders lurked in her apartments…
She could hear Esme snoring softly in the maid’s quarters as she reached the top of the stairs, the rustle of the quilt as it was tossed lightly from side to side. But nothing else. No footsteps, no shuffling, no scratching. Whoever was waiting for her, he or she was very good at keeping well hidden.
Her breath quickening in her chest, her skin prickling, she reached for the door handle of her room, grasping it with perspiring palms, and turned. Slowly, slowly, slowly, the door inched open. She ducked low, prepared for an attack to the chest or head, and shuffled silently and bent-kneed into the room.
There was no one there. No one stood before her, waiting to attack. No one sat upon her divan, mocking her readiness. No one stood by the window, waiting for her return. She stood up straight, still on her guard, and began to tiptoe towards the darkened study, feet light on the ground.
“Don’t take another step.”
A man.
She stopped, heart racing, knowing she was now in a great deal of trouble. If she could only reach the small side table in the corner, if she could just take one more step, she could grab the letter opener that lay there innocently, waiting to be vicious.
“Turn around. Slowly!”
She did as she was told , inching around at snail speed, while thinking frantically about her next move. Depending on his weapon, she might manage a knee to the groin, followed by a swift palm to the nose. That usually did the trick.
“May I inquire of your name?”
The person behind her chuckled.
She turned fully around and felt her eyes widen involuntarily. First of all, he had a gun pointed at her abdomen. Secondly, she knew him.
“Gabriel?”
She felt a weight lift. It was not that she was no longer in trouble – quite the contrary, Gabriel always brought trouble with him. But Gabriel was a man she had dealt with before. She always came away unscathed.
“Did you miss me?”
She chuckled mirthlessly.
“Miss you? Well yes, actually, I was wondering when you’d show up. What’s the bother with the gun, Gabe? Can’t we talk like civilized adults?”
“You tell me, Eva. Last time I saw you you’d poisoned me with laudanum and left me half naked by a pauper’s tomb in the desert at Giza with only a canteen of water and a handkerchief with a lipstick print. What do you think? Do I have call to be civilized?” he smirked at me, enjoying the banter.
“Oho! As though you’re any better, Darling? What about the time you framed me as a thief and had me arrested in Beijing, then left for Turkey on the next train? I’d say we’re even, wouldn’t you, Old Boy?”
Gabriel eyed me warily, then finally nodded his head in consent, and put the gun away. One of my own small pistols was hidden behind the cushion of the armchair by the coffee table.
“Would you like some tea?” I asked, indicating the small table. I gestured for him on the small sofa, adjacent to my arm chair. I stoked the fire and placed a small pot of water to boil over the flames, then sat myself down in the chair. Gabriel eyed me suspiciously.
“Why don’t you explain your abrupt and inappropriate visit, Gabriel?” I said, returning his stare.
“I heard you’d returned to England,” he said, “And I’ve been looking into a case. I wanted to see if you had any information.”
“Why on earth would you believe I have information? I’m not a criminal, Gabriel.”
“Just tell me if you know a man named Earnest Bishop.”
I did know a man named Earnest Bishop – he could often be seen gambling his money away at the boxing ring.
“Never heard of him.”
“Oh come one, Eva, don’t be like that,” he whined.
“Gabriel, you entered my apartment illegally, you did not announce yourself upon my arrival, and you held me up a with a gun. Any information you’d like must be earned at this point.”
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Menurut beberapa pakar seks, hubungan intim yang dilakukan saat sedang menstruasi dapat saja dilakukan. Namun, dari sisi medis, berhubungan intim ketika menstruasi hingga kini masih diduga sebagai salah satu faktor penyebab kemunculan beberapa kondisi, seperti endometriosis dan infeksi.
Endometriosis adalah adanya pertumbuhan sel-sel yang ada pada dinding rahim (endometrium) di tempat lain atau di luar dinding rahim. Bila hal ini terjadi, maka seseorang akan merasa nyeri pada saat haid (dismenore).
Banyak faktor yang menyebabkan endometriosis ini. Salah satunya adalah regurgitasi atau aliran balik darah haid dari dalam rahim ke saluran indung telur dan masuk ke dinding perut. Aliran balik ini dapat terjadi akibat hubungan seks saat menstruasi.
Selain itu, infeksi juga bisa terjadi, baik pada perempuan maupun laki-laki. Pada perempuan, infeksi biasanya terjadi akibat perubahan keasaman va-gina pada waktu menstruasi. Akibatnya, kemampuan lendir va-gina untuk melawan bakteri yang masuk mengalami perubahan.
Begitu juga reaksi inflamasi atau pembengkakan dinding rahim saat menstruasi. Hal ini turut berpartisipasi mempermudah terjadinya proses infeksi. Pada waktu menstruasi, terjadi peluruhan lapisan dinding rahim dan keluar darah yang disebut darah menstruasi.
Darah ini merupakan mediasi yang baik untuk membuat kuman atau bakteri tumbuh. Pada laki-laki, mikrobakteri juga dapat menginfeksi saluran kencing, prostat, dan saluran sperma.
Nah, melihat faktor risiko yang dapat terjadi akibat berhubungan seksual pada waktu menstruasi, maka secara medis disarankan jika alangkah baiknya Anda dan pasangan menghindari hal tersebut. Memang, faktor infeksi dapat dicegah dengan kondom. Namun, proses regurgitasi atau aliran balik tidaklah dapat dicegah dengan kondom.
Narasumber: dr.Eva Roria Silalahi, SpOG, dari Brawijaya Women & Children Hospital, Jakarta.
Anna –
Ok, I know im late posting these 2 new videos, Did it Again & Give it up To Me, from sexy Shakira, but I can’t resist posting them! They are seriously hot videos, check them out! If anyone can do sexy, extremley well its sly, shy sexy Shakira herself. The dancing is just perfect especially in Did it Again. Another 2 perfect singles from Shakira! Thoughts?
Eventually I was going to end up on a dating site trying to find someone to sleep with, or something. Maybe love? For someone fickle like me love and fooling around end up meaning the same thing most of the time. That’s too bad but as long as I’m not finding my soul mate I’ve always preferred to get laid as often as possible. This isn’t easy at a distance so I don’t date long-distance anymore. After a while that turned into not dating at all as long once I started to meet girls who were into the “friends with benefits” situation. These have turned out favorable for the most part because nobody can be blamed when it ends and there’s no breakup. Then there’s the added friendship afterward, if you liked to hang out with them.
Somehow things changed. I’ve never been elated to be truly single and hate the uncertainty accompanied with when I’ll be with someone I might like. Over the past week the anxiety that I’ve been getting about going outdoors has channeled its energy in a weird way. Each new trip into the outside world had added pressure to meet someone new. While mostly focusing on girls, I quickly began to realize that I was afraid of the idea that I might never meet another new person in my life. This is a retarded thing to think.
Throughout the past month my friend Nolan and I have been firing ad campaigns for existing services and products. One of them was Match.com, since their ads have been successful and are also great to lampoon or mess around with. It to my knowledge is the only online dating service to have a series of broadcast television ads and that’s mainly the sort of thing Nolan and I pitch to each other. After throwing ideas around about not knowing what you’re getting into just walking up to a person in real life, or the ease of use the site exhibits, I finally gave in to the inner struggle I had with my own self-confidence, and my curiosity about this service a friend and I had been focusing on recently. Maybe we both believe in love and this is how we’re telling each other. Maybe it’s just funny to think about furries hooking up over their love for Farkle.
So I took a look into this new world of online dating to see what exactly is so great about it and if these ads, like many, are lying out their ass about how successful this sort of thing is. Am I going to find true love? Who knows, but I’m guessing absolutely not. Am I going to sleep with anyone? I hope so, because if it’s not that then I better be making money doing this. While I don’t know what my goal is exactly, but I know my curiosity has been piqued enough to pay $35 for a month of service and three days of trial beforehand. That means that Match.com has a month to try and successfully find someone who is a match for me that I might date, and I’m going to write about every little thing that goes wrong during it.
Over the next three days I’ll be setting up ground rules for how I should go about actually using Match.com to meet women in my area. I may have to venture outside my city even, but I’ll do it for a possible fucked up story in the end. First things first is that I’ll be writing daily about what’s going on with this blog, so if anyone is actually reading then you can look forward to something consistent (unlike modern dating HAH!).
If there’s one thing I’ve learned so far it’s that people will pay for love and Match.com knows they can charge for it.
“I bought a ticket to the world,
But now I’ve come back again.
Why do I find it hard to write the next line?”
Her slender fingers race furiously over the ivory of the piano, coaxing, soothing, as I close my eyes to Pachelbel’s Canon in D warming up the little living room. I pull on my jeans awkwardly, and tap my toes against the oak leg of the coffee table. The energy emanating from the old piano quickly overcomes me, pushing me back to gentler times.
I can see her eyes closed, so relaxed, as she becomes one with her instrument. All I could do, is open my lips slightly in a weak smile. And my mind wondered.
***
Her wild jet hair surrounded me like a curtain, and in the air I could smell the slight scent of Ralph Lauren Blue. I’d wrap my arm around the small of her back, and pull her closer until our lips touched slightly. Even with our eyes closed, I could feel the warmth of her smile against my face.
As I trace the line along her backbone, she body shivers and she presses herself against me once again. We kiss raviously like two people that had been starved, enjoying something that could not possibly last. And again, we’d sink deep into her bed, with her sighs laced like her fingers behind my neck.
***
It’s funny. This small memories.
The small memories are always the ones we remember most well. Buried deep within the harshness, a sliver of gold, waiting to be found and polished.
Perhaps I’m trying to find a part of me that’s missing. This muse. Someone to tame my wild ways. But I’ve been around the world, and I know there’s nothing left to see.
Sarah Jessica Parker will have a quiet New Year’s Eve with her family.
