"The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war."

Life is too short.

2010-03-11T00:22:00.000-08:00

Every now and then, I get a message from from someone, somewhere that "life is too short". Does that mean that one automatically should treat life as a game by not sneering at the risks, or to play the fool with great pride? I don't know.

Truth in Engineering.

2010-01-04T22:01:00.000-08:00

Don't you just love that?

"TRUTH IN ENGINEERING".

There's alot of bullshit in this world, but there is one thing that I can swear by, is the "truth in engineering". In other words, what I want, is what I get. That it will f'up. It will not sound f'up. What I want, is always the best, that works and not only that, but is beyond my expectations. Engineering, I realize now, is a true art. There is no bullshit with great art. Art makes our imagination come to life.

I love Audi. But I really appreciated Audi after I took it for a spin. Ironically, their marketing slogan is, "Truth in Engineering", and when you work building the most advanced prototypes possible, you can truly appreciate how a product, ANY product, differs one from another. Behind some of the best and dumbest product in this world, stands one single engineer, that is supported by countless people to make what was once, a mere idea, even a dream from one person that made it possible. It has to work, and work long enough to build the trust of the people that use it. Thus, marketing steps in.

But I'm not here to talk about marketing. I'm here to actually discuss this pile of useless square shaped gadget that's suppose to bark like a dog, and when place in "high risk" areas, will notify you if there is an intruder. Sounds great right up until it only barks at me. As I stare at it half a foot away. WTF is the point?!

Well, first of all, I want to know that the 100 bucks I spent, was worth not having a dog. So far, it's not looking good. Secondly, I hate to be the dummy that bought into some engineer that thought he built a great product when in truth, it sucks. I'm beginning to believe it barks because it plugged it in. Come to think of it, it's not even worth the electricity it consumes. Frankly, if I wasn't so lazy in the morning, I'd just throw random piles of thumbtacks by my front door. But there are such things as lawsuits, so no point in arguing the Jehova's witness folks that ring my front doorbell.

Okay. So I love gadgets. I go awe over great thinkers. I believe engineers are really gifted. I married one, but just as I play the piano....neither one lasted to the end, but those that are gifted, are naturally committed even without practice. They can be the "doctor's of bad electrical products". They know how to built a great product, like a good doctor knows your ailments in less than 20 seconds as you continue to answer very basic questions. THEY KNOW.

I believe, that principle engineers deserve as much credit as possible. I hate bad products. If I knew where all the Einstein's are in every product, I'd save myself a whole lot of hassle and money. But I guess my having made a poor decision based on "packaging", makes me a sucker for a fake dog that barks in case of intruders.

Get a real dog maybe? Yea right.

Kinda like going to the gym. LOL!

Toro! Won't be long.....

See? Doesn't mean anything.

There is your fate.

And then....there is,

you always get what you deserve.

Destiny is only as good as you want it be....

mshelena

Loving again.

2009-12-06T23:33:00.000-08:00

Most people who still have jobs, barely have time to take a lunch. Who do you know, has time for love. Again. Even so, do you find yourself rushing through the day just so you can share your most precious time with the one you love? It happens. How often? More often than we care to admit. But it's true. To have the freedom to share your time, and experiences with the one you love, is love's witness to what moves you....whatever it may be.

Life's treasure's are moments in time, that no one could measure in dollars or sense. A personal experience, in a moment that captures our hearts and becomes for better or worse. Either way, people will remind you how it is better to have loved, than to never have loved at all. But nobody will show you how.

Mshelena

"Do you exercise?".....they ask.

2009-12-03T22:40:00.000-08:00

"Ummmm, yea. But not at the gym. I run around in circles every day. Surely, that's considered EXERCISE?! I don't have time. How the hell am I going to have time to exercise when I can't friggen wait for my BREAK!!!

"Life is a journey, not a destination".

Okay. Suppose....I'm thinking. I go through so much hell, whilst living a rather "tame" life. I decide to take try something different. Like "light" exercise. With scenery. Lose calories. Burn fat. Like a slow moving bad commercial.

A walk in the park.

Unless you live in a very exclusive community, a walk in the park is like gambling with your life. WTF has time to walk in the park when you an get a grip at home?! Honestly. I turn on the news and some innocent or not so innocent gets either killed, mugged, raped, shot or gone missing! Guess where they were? Walking, jogging, talking or f'g in the part?! So then, I change my mind.

Why walk when I can drive, even though it's probably just as deadly but at least, I have a fast car. I'm not a fast runner. At least I can listen to that last music note, lyric...that last second where they say, how you "see your entire life before you...", driving is cool. But it's not exercise. It's been so long, that I had to spell the word "exercise", four times. Sigh. But then they tell me I'm at my optimum health based on the lab results.

So basically, they're telling me to keeping doing what I've been doing. And all I can say, is "Oh my God". He loves me. He must really Really REALLY love me. It's times like these that I believe in miracles. I personally think I am over-weight although when I look around, I seem to be eating the least, yet can't seem to be fitting in my clothes. Probably would help if I reduce the calories in my drinks. I definitely could use more sleep, and I sure as hell have been eating carbohydrates.

I sleep too late, wake up too early, eat too much and could always use a drink. I don't exercise, and I'm not feeling any younger? They tell me that I'm depressed, when I already know that I, as well as the entire population, doesn't feel happy either), and suffering from stress and anxiety. Wow. Unless my doctor can take a load off me, it's just going to be another prescription that takes more of my time, money and side effects that will either make me feel worse. Forget it.

Then I start to think whether it would be possible for me to just die of a heart attack at anytime? After all, I know that life could be ALOT less chaotic. But now with a perfect physical, I guess I have nothing to worry about. Except money. Like the rest of the country.

If I didn't feel so bad, I would splurge on a gym membership. Tick tock, tick tock. Please God, turn the economy around! Or at least, a winning lottery tick for Christmas!!!

Then I would definitely have time to exercise. But no, I have not been exercising. But I'm healthy. Yaaaay.

Big friggen deal! Like I care. I'm so tired, I can't even sleep. How the hell am I going to find the energy to exercise when the thought alone, makes me feel tired.

Cheers,

MsHelena

"Don't hate the player. Hate the game".

2009-11-30T21:45:00.001-08:00

If you ever find yourself caught in a web of bullshit, ask yourself, "Who's to blame?".

Life is just too short to be drenched in finger pointing. Sometimes being right puts you more at a disadvantage than you think. The thought of folding in, would be more favorable than to take the path of least resistance. But then, the alternative? A life of silent desperation. Who's to blame then?

If you've never lived in a a communist country, then words like "dictatorship", and "exasperation" is just a stretch of your imagination. I have been accused of being stubborn and erratic, only because I simply can't appreciate a system that is not tailored to how I am wired. Can you blame me?

In a world of fancy handshakes, the powerless has no say, the loaded just won't shut up, and well, in the end, bullshit walks. What a crock of shit. For instance, the daily news alone, will speak for itself. Have you ever notice that the bad guys keep living and the good guys are dropping like flies? Makes me wonder what number I'm holding....

A game is only fun when you believe that you have nothing to lose. Otherwise, the warm and fuzzy feeling inside turns bitter real fast...and unfortunately, it has nothing to do with the game.....as it should. It gets real personal. Then who's to blame then? After all, don't forget.

It's just a game.

MsHelena

Being put in a smaller box.

2009-11-17T22:10:00.001-08:00

Ever feel like you're being cornered at every turn? Why is that? How did one allow themselves to be rubbed in the wrong way? Is it because they're taller? Older? A boss, brother or friend? How did one allow themselves to be so meek? I suppose "expectations", based on perhaps, "bad negotiation" on one's part?

It is the gatekeeper that prevents us from crossing the other side. I recently indulged myself in thinking what it was on the other side, that had me craving to cross at any cost. The answer? I don't know. I suppose I became fixated just because the thought of not being able to cross at anytime, at my own free will, or even at all, pissed me off. But then something else dawned on me. My crossing would have made no real difference to me. Why? Because what is on the other side, did not belong to me. It belonged to them. That explains a lot of things.

The grass is indeed, greener on the other side. But in this world where pro-creation is the core of our survival, planting my own seeds doesn't seem so impossible. Of course, it's always more challenging to farm your own crop, then it is to make a purchase at the grocery store, but at this point, the pocket book is just not able to meet the store owner's expectations. As my mother once said to me not so long ago, "Y'know, some people just expect too much". And for the first time in my life, I realize she's right. I expected too much from her. A perfect life, from an imperfect mom. From that moment on, I realized how much I do love her. Doing the best you can, and yet never being able to satisfy a single soul...one can only throw their hands up in the air with exasperation.

Perhaps in this economy, it is best to reap what you sow, rather than to hold's your breath with believing in the "American Dream". In any case, better to be the farmer than the mule. After all, life is just too short and the nights, way too long, to be crying in the rain. Doing what works, what matters is the only thing that lasts.....rrrrrriiiiight. FU Dr. Phil.

When what you do no longer matters to anyone else, then one has to truly stop and ask themselves, WTF?!!!! Particularly if you're the only one struggling financially and no one else.

"Nobody changes until the pain of remaining the same becomes greater than the pain of facing change".

Tick tock tick tock. It's soon to be 2010. Sometimes playing it safe is probably the most dangerous and stupid thing one can do. A friend said to me today, "Hey, if you have a check given to you at the end of the week, be thankful". I see. Seems unusual for me to sell myself out. NOT. Another year of pure chaos and utter bs.

Wow. I guess I did live up to my mother's expectations. The irony of all this, is that I actually find this all too funny! Disgustingly funny. It's just hard to laugh out loud.

MsHelena

2009-11-13T22:05:00.001-08:00

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Who needs another hero?

2009-11-13T21:28:00.000-08:00

I saw Dark Knight earlier. Great script. It's just a shame the Heath Ledger died. His role in playing the Joker makes any clown to be taken seriously. Is there any truth in his stated where the hero is dropped at the first sign of trouble? That you're only as good as the world allows? That the only way to make sense of this world, is to break a few rules? I guess that could be true, for the completely insane.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8PxG5zvgOM

Another powerful statement was the ferry scene, where the felon walks over to the guard and says, "I'm going to do what you should have done 10 minutes ago....", then takes the detonator from the officer's hand and throws it off the boat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tc1awt6v2M0&feature=related

There's something to be said about character, particularly when you have either nothing or everything to lose. The moment of truth, yet how many of us, can handle the truth about ourselves, how we treat others and what we would do if we had a choice to put ourselves second, just because being selfless is worth the emotional reward? Being a martyr is not a "chic" place to be....but I guess it's because being naive has lost it's charm, perhaps the danger of being innocent is portrayed as being "gullible", and "stupid". I can't help but find it to be such a tragic belief system for those that simply just don't give a damn.

So why even give a damn? Well, someone's got to --- otherwise, life would surely become one living hell for every one of us.

MsHelena

Can love be a one way street?

2009-11-05T23:38:00.000-08:00

Is it possible, to feel love for someone that does not return those same feelings? I've read that such feelings are interpreted as obsession, a fascination of emotions towards a connection beyond all else....but is it love or infatuation? What constitutes a relationship that is healthy? We all know the answer. But what about how we feel inside, before we can say make it clear to the one we supposedly, claim to love?

I believe, that love is like a child. It takes time to nurture the baby. It takes a day to day experience where the "for better or for worse", regardless of whether marriage takes place or not. Trust, is partly about "building" a sense of safety. Loyalty requires overcoming challenges. There are so many issues day to day, and to have two people agree to work together, can't be easy. After all, how many of us have attended meetings where they'd rather be somewhere else? The only person that is interested in the meeting, is the one that holds majority of the problems. The rest, is present and accounted for - . Kinda like relationships. To quit, just makes life more complicated....but to fantasize about quitting, seems to hold things together just fine. Kinda like imagining yourself with a rusty nail slammed into your eye to keep you awake from the zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Back to the real subject. When someone tells me that they "love me", particularly when I feel I need time to trust them, I immediately feel a false sense of security. Immediately after, I would feel guilty because the truth is, I feel rushed, and ultimately do not feel the same other than, the "hope" that I will someday if they didn't have to live up to their "expectations".

Has anyone notice that someone else's love can have you do all the things you don't want to do but find yourself doing in hopes that what they're saying is true? Does acting out your emotions really taken for what it's worth?

As I continue to watch documentaries, it appears that science and religion tend to contradict one another....just as love and reality. If you can't explain why the other person does not feel the same way you do, then the feeling of love, is simply "something else".

Two people drawn to each other, and wishes to build a relationship together as they strive to build a future together based on a deep sense of trust, longterm friendship, and ongoing faith in each other, would be ideal. Maybe someone should change the word "love", to "maturity". There is a big difference between "falling in love", and "falling into maturity".

Only ONE will be everlasting.

As Pierce Brosnan whispered to Rene Russo as they did the mambo in "The Thomas Crown Affair.....,

"Do you want to dance, or DO YOU WANT TO DANCE...."

MsHelena

Halloween Blues

2009-11-02T15:11:00.000-08:00

One of my least favorite past times would have to be Halloween. I want to say that Halloween is for children, but then so is Christmas...and I just love Christmas. It gives a warm feeling in my heart and sparkles in my eyes. Halloween however, has the total opposite affect. I simply can't appreciate having to open my doors every few minutes without any inclinations as to who may be on the other side. Think about it.

Of course, it's always fun to see children in their wonderful costumes...but some costumes are just down right horrific. Then the pounding on my door in the dark of night doesn't quite give me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. I'm probably the most paranoid person in my neighborhood, only because I've had strange people knocking on my door from time to time. Secondly, I frown on giving children candy. But I know that if I was to throw a fruit in the bag, it would be only a matter of time before it's tossed either for safety or disappointment. But geeez, what is a parent suppose to do with all that candy?

Let me guess....make the dentists rich.From strangers to my door and cavities galore, I'm just not impressed with Halloween. But I suppose it does work. After all, tt certainly spooked me.

Helena

For what it's worth.

2009-10-29T21:46:00.000-07:00

Ever walk down a street and feel you're being watched? It may be true, or in fact just your imagination. But for me, it's a feeling of anxiety. Not sure where I should be looking, but I feel blinded by the fear of being discovered....as if there's a gap between the walls I've before me.

My friends know me. My family loves me. But nobody knows me better than me. Hmmm, I don't know if that's entirely true because I feel that I'm still searching....looking for answers, a voice that will set me free from the noise that surrounds me. I thought about writing anonymously, but then -- nothing seems to move me enough to put it in writing. If I can't be honest in my writing, then what's the point?

Perhaps nobody cares who I really am. But if someone is reading this, I guess I have more to be concerned about than the audience. Blogging is interesting. It's like writing a diary, only it's transparent to the public. Well, who gives a flying %$#@....considering it's something I'm leaving behind. A little me for what it's worth.

I believe myself to be an artist, and although it has started a long long time ago, I've chose to make it public. Is there such thing as the art in blogging? No matter. The freedom of expression I believe, is the core of self gratification.

It would be wonderful if we could all celebrate what is in our hearts, to share our joys, pains and the power of expression. For whatever it's worth, a good night sleep knowing that I was able to share my thoughts to anyone that might feel the same way I do.

Selfless writing. Is there such a thing?

MsHelena

No Big Deal.

2009-10-28T23:04:00.000-07:00

I truly believe, that the sound of heavy rain offers better sleep. I happen to stumble on this web site http://www.imeem.com/people/33PVDX/music/LstyFvke/rain-sounds/ and since then, I've been sleeping like the dead. Ofcourse, I had a few drinks, but I actually feel as if I've slept and not just crashed.

I think sleep is the most important part in my day. Sleep deprivation makes me feel aggravated, restless and impatient. I also feel as if I tire easily, and for the most feel rather....unhappy. Maybe the secret to better living is having better sleep? Sounds practical, doesn't it. It's just too bad that I enjoy staying up! But I'm trying to change old habits....not easy, but possible.

The other thing I decided to do, was to cut down my time with other people, and spend more time with myself. It seems I spend too much time doing what doesn't work, and for the most part, matters to no one. Not even myself. Things like watching too much CSI, Criminal Minds and the news. It's no wonder I get bad dreams and need sleep aids. The problem with sleep aids, is that it's even more difficult to wake the next morning!

So back to the rain. I'm also enjoying this book I borrowed, called, "You belong to me". Seems like another episode of Criminal Minds. That reminds me, I still need to catch up with my DVR recording of "The Good Wife". Seems like a project just trying to keep up with all the great shows, yet I haven't the foggiest idea what's playing in the theater. Guess it's because my life alone, seems like one bad movie with a price tag to match.

I can't complain. There are many people out there that has it alot worse than I do. But I didn't go to work today because I hit another all time low last night. Guess I needed it. Sometimes, a good cry makes everything seem like no big deal the next day. Hey, it's life. No big deal. Maybe that's my problem.

Where is the big deal???

mshelena@yahoo.com

Reindeer Games

2009-10-16T11:24:00.000-07:00

I didn't sleep very well last night at all. You would think I sleep like a baby, but I guess most babies I know, wake up every few hours.

There is so much going on with so few months left, I wonder if I suffer from OCD. Every year, it seems I can't wait until the year runs itself out....only to find myself wishing that time would stand still....and it does!

There something about the night, that gives the illusion that time is indeed, is at a stand-still....but when I wake up the next morning, I find myself looking behind at how I could have done things differently. No regrets of course, but I just wished....

MsHelena

Tick tock tick tock.

2009-09-30T18:03:00.000-07:00

Wow. The weather has really cooled off. The leaves has not yet changed color, and yet I can feel the brisk wind against my skin as I water my roses. How quickly the years has passed. Have I been living in the past? Where did all the years go?

There's so much to do, so many places to see and yet, there awaits a long list of to-do's at my office and home. What is all this for? A friend of mine said today, that it's important to try everything else before you zap the brain and start all over again. But zapping the brain is the last resort. Why?

We were talking about my f'up computer. It over-heated. But as I continued to chat with my friend, it occurred to me that my life has changed because my attitude has changed. I however, have not changed. But I'm willing to change my attitude for the sake of living in the present. There are moments in the week, where I question my purpose on this earth....but then the clock keeps ticking right up until 2pm, the 007 ringtone on my phone reminds me to get a grip of my life and not let the show run me.....

....even though the show much go on. Right?

mshelena@yahoo.com

Everything Changes. People don't.

2009-09-25T22:03:00.001-07:00

Seems to be the biggest line this week. What a bunch of bull.

What exactly has changed? Are we not all struggling with the same people, yes, the very same people we talk to or see everyday?

Everything does not change because people can seem to make up their minds, thus they continue to do the same things that supports their resentment, like beating a dead horse and hoping that it'll bring out the stallion.

How does anything make sense if a person cannot make up their mind? Nothing changes really. People do. Even for no reason. Mother nature's greatest power and flaw, is that life changes, and that includes us.

It's the "will to change", in my opinion, that makes life worth living. Still, you can't fool mother nature....

mshelena@yahoo.com

"Stuff".

2009-09-24T23:56:00.001-07:00

How many of us has bought "stuff", and later find themselves finding a place for all the "stuff".

I have a lot of stuff. I'm glad I bought it. But I wish I had put more thought into what real purpose they had served in my life. Seems I spend most of my time giving away the "stuff", or throwing it out all together. Seems like such a waste for such hard work.

Yet, I love my stuff. Some more than others. But for now, I can appreciate "space". Maybe even more space for more "stuff". But the same ol' stuff sucks. I realize how useless they are, whether it being hiding in my closet or sitting on the shelf. From love turns to loath. I wish I never made that commitment. The question remains, how long must I be stuck with all this stuff?

Until I let go, I suppose.....is it wrong to let go of stuff you once loved?

helenasway@gmail.com

Tina Turner

2009-09-24T00:04:00.000-07:00

"What's love got to do with it..."

Have you ever had to leave something behind that you didn't quite want to let go? If you have, then you must understand how I feel. It sucks to move on, blindly, as if it was a giant leap of faith for your own sake, to do what is expected of you...

And who is it that we are really doing it for? Would they thank us for it? Not really. And who are "they" really, that keeps us prisoner. They say we are not, but yet we are entangled in their emotions. Why must we be responsible for how they feel, in blind faith?

How many of us walk around questioning what our real direction in life may be? It scares me to think that some of us just have no idea. Hit or miss, we can only cross our fingers and hang on to hope....as we take a deep breath and leave the rest to God. But when God is too busy for us, what are we to do?

helenasway@gmail.com

LOVE YOURSELF

2009-09-23T21:36:00.000-07:00

I received in the mail today, an ad the size of a gigantic bookmark, an orange ad with, "LOVE YOURSELF", in caps. Big White letters. When I took a closer look,, it appears a pair of seductive orange eyes with glamor lashes starting at me.

"Gorge Yourself with Gifts!"

I'm interested.

"Spend $175 on cosmetics and fragrances and receive a cosmetics bag filled with GOODIES!".

No kidding.

As I continue to skim through the rest, I see B A R N E Y S N E W Y O R K. Of course, there are dates about some sale or something like that...but the real question is, "What's the goody I would be getting if I was spending $175 on anything in the store, so I can get a goody?!"

Shouldn't we know what we're getting ourselves into before we have to put our money where their mouth is? I love B A R N E Y S N E W Y O R K. But I hate the feeling of being cheated. Who does?

helenasway@gmail.com

blown away

2009-09-23T21:30:00.001-07:00

It's been a week of hell. God put me through hell...but I was not afraid to try. I did it! They finally understand. I had a great day today. The best I've had in years. Makes YOU wonder what it was, huh.

Sigh.

If you had a day, where everything and everyone stops working against you...how much would that be worth to you?

helenasway@gmail.com

You have to go to all the bullfights....

2009-09-17T23:24:00.000-07:00

....so Pablo Picasso says. Sex is merely a distraction. Such as work, for some. What's it like, to risk everything for a small chance of success? There is such thing as defining your work and being defined by it. You become your work before you know it.

"The passions that motivate you may change, but it is your work in life that is the ultimate seduction"." Is it as silly as being convinced to put on shiny red shoes that will bring you to Oz so long as you follow the yellow brick road?

You tell me.

MsHelena

Living in fear.

2009-09-17T20:55:00.001-07:00

As a child, my mother often reminded me of the dangers in the world. I, ofcourse believing that I was far smarter and superior to the world, would always want to step up to the challenge. Something like a chihuahua against a pitbull. Honest to God, I have seen this with my own eyes. There is such thing as a chihuahua that believes it can take on a pitbull. I bet my bottom dollar.

My point is, to this day I often think of myself as that little chihuahua. Racing about and barking about shit that really, should not matter. It shouldn't matter because it certainly would not make me happy, regardless of the outcome. Why? Maybe it's because this little chihuahua doesn't like to be treated like an animal. Like it doesn't have any feelings. Just a few thoughts, of what a chihuahua might be thinking....but does feelings alone justify reality?

Life, is actually simple. Why do we have to make it so complicated? I guess it's because some things matters more than others....and ofcourse, the stakes get higher. Win or lose, in the end, it all boils down to $$$.

MsHelena

Perfume 101

2009-09-16T23:17:00.001-07:00

I love perfume. I love perfume. Did I say I love perfume? I love perfume that doesn't wreak after 7 minutes. Granted, I have not or probably, well never be able to keep up with all the new fragrances in the world, but of all the one's I've experiences, I have to claim that the ones most indulgent is the Hermes 24, Faubourg Paris, Coco Chanel and of course, the likes of Passion and Obsession. Y'know what I mean.

Like food, ambiance is 50 percent of the presentation. Fragrance, has the alluring calm after a day from hell. Submit to a room feather'd in fluttering fragrance, is just a hop, skip and jump into you dream come true. That is my home.

That is what I come home to everyday. My perception, is in fact....your reality. Another beatiful day, finished. If I die tomorrow, then let it be tonight. 1201. There should be a fragrance, called 1201. MsHelena 1201. Make your last breath, be at 1201. Mmmmmmm. Cool slogan.

Is it about breathing in or breathing out, really? Y'know what I mean.

MsHelena

Friendship!

2009-09-16T22:29:00.000-07:00

Friendship is like fine wine. As it ages, it's value appreciates. I love fine wine like I appreciate great friendship.

There are all types of friendships. One for drinks. One for lunch. Maybe even dinner. But the kind I appreciate most, is when there's nobody around but one friend standing. The kind of friend where even you, have to question why the heck are they still around for....me?

Friendship.

When I commit to such a friendship, I believe it's a true reflection of how we see ourselves.

It's easy to find friends. Not as easy to keep them. Everything in life, from the seed in the ground to the cloud in the sky, ripples in the patterns of human nature. I believe, that whatever we earn, we keep. Whatever does not stir our spirit and make us break in a sweat, does not stay for long. We cannot fight for what we have never struggled to achieve. Facebook is interesting.

I realize now, I have so many people that I know, but really do not. Facebook allows me to peak into their personal experiences. Whether it be in a picture or a few words, it's a thousand words.

I love technology. It's Fantastic!

MsHelena

The Marlboro Man

2009-09-15T22:17:00.000-07:00

The Marlboro Man

"Men always remember love because of romance only."

That's what my first boyfriend said. After 23 years of dating, I agree completely. What about a woman? What makes a woman remember love, if not for the same? Is there such thing as a Marlboro Woman? Is it true what they say, that men want love for sex and that a woman want sex for love.....WITH???

There's something to be said about sharing a "chemistry" between strangers. It's alluring. Attractive. Dangerously exciting. Untamed. It's the Marlboro man.

If I was to write a book, I'd end it with a romance gone dead because the Marlboro man wasted away with cancer.

My point? Sometimes something that may appear intriguing, is really just a disguise to have you be their bitch. Makes me wonder why I gave a flying flower in the first place.

MsHelena

Fade in

2009-09-14T21:52:00.001-07:00

Fade out.