How is it that we ruin novel and wonderful moments by reminiscing over old and obscure ones? How is it that we harbor the dread of yesterday when tomorrow promises pure joy? How come we resist all those warm and fuzzy feelings when we’re transported and uplifted by Cupid’s steaming-hot … Continue Reading How is it that we do what we do?
Whoever said, “Do not judge a book by its cover,” was right. Here’s a personal experience of mine.
Life has been rather tough on little Oswald. Yet, he always manages to keep a wide, warm smile. What’s Oswald’s secret?
A rabbit slides on the neck of a still giraffe. King Kong and Godzilla are on a race to win the attention of a cow grazing nearby. A watermelon crushes into a wall of candy; the fruit spatters, and some of its fluffy guts land on an unsuspecting dolphin. A … Continue Reading An open book named Sky
How many among us, postmodern sleeping beauties, have envied Abla for setting Antar’s heart on fire? How many among us close the bedroom’s curtain wishing for a Casanova to suddenly appear on the window pane, a flower sandwiched between his honey dripping lips? Millions and millions of us, but did … Continue Reading I believe in fairy tales and happy endings
We’re blinded by vivid lights as much as we’re by total darkness.
When a man asks for a kiss, he’ll get lipstick on the fly. When a man asks for sex and nothing but sex, he’ll have it dry. When a man asks for love, a woman will give him her all and he’ll fly high.