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I was reading through my other discussions in another site and have read a very interesting response to one of the people who joined in the discussion. He/she was referring to the reasons why men cheat (or try to cheat) which included the constant paranoia of a wife, her unwilling nights and all her other 'failures' which has caused his man to venture out. The respond reminded me of what a woman I have talked with (of whom the husband was caught cheating). She explained to me that men will never be men, for they will remain as boys. Should a man make his mistress a wife, he would find himself into the same situation he was with his original wife - the same uncaring, paranoid, unwilling, impatient woman. Mistresses are often interesting, sweet, sexy, appealing and all the positive words any man could sexually conger up. They are so due to the main fact that they have nothing else to worry about apart from being the boy's toy, and could afford to pamper herself up the who

I'm happy today because I realized my craving to make something that my granny used to make us when we were still young, it's called 'Champorado' in my native tongue, but it's called 'chocolate porridge' in most nationalities. It's like a porridge but with cocoa tablets called 'tabliya' (boiled cocoa seeds, ground and shaped into tablets - circular 1cm thick-coin like shapes - shown in the photo below). My grandmother used to make that every Sunday. We pour condensed milk in it and enjoy its chocolaty flavor. Sometimes she boils the tabliya into hot choco which no instand choco drink could ever compete with. Though a note of warning because of its high cholesterol content. Well, I have been keen to cook one someday and I'm glad we had made it for snacks this afternoon. So what dishes, sweets, or cooking do you miss as a child? The ones your grandmother, mother or some relative used to make? Do you ever get to cook or it eat again? A Tabliya

This morning, I found myself feeling all better, it's bearable but not yet fully recovered. The day almost lasted with me not getting in touch with the emotional layd ee. But I guess the provera I took (for the 3rd time now) has proven to be more effective and stronger than my will power. By night time, tired of the day's activities, I found myself in tears! Again! It's tough really to realize that things would never be as they were before, it's tougher knowing that regardless how people try to motivate you, they will always be mere spectators (mostly uninterested ones) to your life's drama. It's tougher still when your eyes are open to the reality that he has moved on. Tsk tsk... drama gyud diay ni na topic hehe.. People have mostly applauded my strict discipline, most even say I'm tough at all costs, never to be moved by emotion. I don't cry in public, I don't even cry at funerals! But I've come to admit that indeed in every man/woman ther

I THINK YOU'RE THE FATHER OF ONE OF MY KIDS... A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says hello. He's rather taken a back because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says, "Do you know me?" To which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my kids." Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery???" She looks into his eyes and says calmly, "No, I'm your son's teacher."