A couple of days ago, while taking a long ride from the field to the office, one of the guys started to ask about the efficacy of viagra on young men. Being the know-it-all that I am, I started my lamentation on the abuse of this drug and the side effects it would cause. I also volunteered some information about Cialis (which by the way you can buy over the counter, without prescription in a lot of countries in Asia)and got some curious georges asking more about it.
And the story winded on to some more sex and me being too polite to tell them, I wanted to sleep, I give in to the endless barrage of questions.
And then I asked: Do you know about the clitoris?
Blank faces - innocence personified.
Apparently, a lot of men all over the world do not know where the love button is!
And I asked further: So what is it that you do? Just huff and puff and blow the house down?
Sex is a funny topic. It gets everyone interested, curious and even downright eager. But when it comes to the mechanics of things, some gets lost in the action and not with the parts associated with it (the act, dummy).
And when I got more puzzled look, I just yawned and closed my eyes. Enough for today's class.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Of cameras and acts
I should have smiled when he took a photo of me.
I have been on TV, yes - a couple of times, but never on international news.Some news agency came to ask for on the interview about 10 days ago on the the floods here in Sindh and then someone from French 24 came and took some footages whilst we are moving into our house (if you call a-one-bedroom-for 14 people-a-house).
15 minutes of fame, here I come. And like I said, I should have smiled. But then looking around at the desperation of the IDPs, I decide to put on sad and serious face. It wasn't on my best angle, and I was wearing a rather pudgy vest -- but hey! a lot of people would kill for their 15 minutes of fame.
Have a scan on your TV channels - everywhere in world, there seems to be a competition showcasing the amazing hidden,some not so-amazing and downright rubbish talents showbusiness has. I admire the guts of those who shame themselves in front of the camera, but I guess before one starts to strut their voice and shrill their dances (you read it right) - they should ask first: "what would santa claus say?"
And so there I was thinking whether I should proceed wowing the world with my emotions, I decided to tone it down low and speak as truthfully as damn possible.
Jacklyn Jose, eat that!
I have been on TV, yes - a couple of times, but never on international news.Some news agency came to ask for on the interview about 10 days ago on the the floods here in Sindh and then someone from French 24 came and took some footages whilst we are moving into our house (if you call a-one-bedroom-for 14 people-a-house).
15 minutes of fame, here I come. And like I said, I should have smiled. But then looking around at the desperation of the IDPs, I decide to put on sad and serious face. It wasn't on my best angle, and I was wearing a rather pudgy vest -- but hey! a lot of people would kill for their 15 minutes of fame.
Have a scan on your TV channels - everywhere in world, there seems to be a competition showcasing the amazing hidden,some not so-amazing and downright rubbish talents showbusiness has. I admire the guts of those who shame themselves in front of the camera, but I guess before one starts to strut their voice and shrill their dances (you read it right) - they should ask first: "what would santa claus say?"
And so there I was thinking whether I should proceed wowing the world with my emotions, I decided to tone it down low and speak as truthfully as damn possible.
Jacklyn Jose, eat that!
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