A Penny For Your Thoughts, Cleffy's Pillow Talk, Down The Memory Lane, Time Heals What Love And Reason Cannot

Love letter for you…

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Dear Superman Clark,

I adore you, and I have been in love with you for as long as I could remember. I was only a little girl when I first saw you, and I admire you not for just who you are, but for what you stood for. You’re not just an ordinary hunk, but a chunk of rock that the world could lean on. You stood for justice and truth. Something that is so, very rare today.

I used to be infatuated with your alter ego, Superman. Yes, Clark. Don’t be so surprised. I know who you are. I know Superman is the man behind the spectacles. I have been fooled for a couple of years, thinking that both of you are somewhat different entity, but I see now.

You’re the same man. I am not exactly galactically stupid, you see. You may present yourself as a mild mannered reporter for the entire world to see, but I know that in truth, you’re also the man who dares to wear blazing red underwear outside of your outfit, and make it a fashion statement.

That kind of courage is something every men should learn, seriously. It is not easy to wear something awfully stupid like that in public, and yet people still dare not laugh to your face. That simply scream ‘dare to be different’, or ‘be yourself’.

I adore you, Clark. Not because you have super powers or because you leap off the building at every distant S.O.S you heard. I adore you because of the things you cannot do.

I cannot imagine how hard it is for you to be two people at the same time, and how hard it is for you when you can’t answer every single calls for help, and how  it quietly tears you apart. It must be hard, isn’t it? Enduring the emotional pain all by yourself while carrying the weight of the world on your shoulder.

I know how tormented you must have felt. Despite that, you still go around telling people that everything will be all right. You have assured the whole world, and offer the world comfort when it needed you most, but… I wonder, who comforted you when you needed it most? You may be the man of Steel, but… I daresay that your heart is made of flesh and blood.

You have so many secrets…and I didn’t just mean Clark=Superman. You must have felt awfully lonely,haven’t you, Clark? You have no choice but to keep everyone at bay, so that you can protect your anonymity and to protect your loved ones too from those awful supervillians.

They can’t possibly kill you without Kryptonite, but they could definitely kill your loved ones without Kryptonite.

Supervillians are all the same. If they can’t get you, they’ll hurt your loved ones, and that’s no consolation price either. And I shudder at the thought that they could actually turn your loved ones into your enemies by just using some alien technology and make them kill you slow and bloody! That…is a fate that I think I wouldn’t even wish upon my greatest enemy. It’s ultimate cruelty.

I understand that anonymity always walks hand in hand with privacy. That is why I valued both of it so much now. Seriously speaking, I hope… it shan’t be destroyed.

I can relate to you, Clark. I am a little bit like you. I have dark secrets, and I sometimes live a lie, deceiving the whole world into thinking that I am fine when I am not. And like you, I have the conscience to offer comfort to those who needed it even when I find myself being abandoned when I needed it the most. More often than not, I have to stand up for myself, and battle my own fights all alone, just like you. Like you, being me would mean a solitary life. And like you too, being me would mean that nobody would protect me from harm.

Being Superman means that you cannot be selfish and do things as you pleased because the world depends on you. I’m like that too sometimes. Life is not just about me alone. I wish it is all about me, sometimes, though. I bet you felt the same.

I love you… not because you are perfect, but because you are imperfect and you have alot of weaknesses. But your weaknesses never stopped you from going on and on. That’s what makes you the hero of my dreams. In my eyes, nobody have the perseverance like you, or stronger than you…not in term of strength, but in terms of mentality.

I wonder how many times you have been hurt and almost killed by the Kryptonite by your enemies? I think you have lost count of it, and yet, that doesn’t stop you from saving the world over and over again. Nothing stops you from getting back on your feet, no matter how hard it is for you. That is really admirable, Clark. I wish everyone is as strong as you. You may be an alien from a long destroyed planet. But in truth, you’re a man more than other men in this world.

Women all over the world must have lusted over you because you’re so hot, virile, handsome and powerful. You could have had any women you wanted. I really do admire you for being true to your one and only. How many men these days can do that? I think not many. Such men… are at the brink of extinction.

It’s going to sound really weird, but you inspire me, Clark. And because of you, I am what I am today. You inspired me to be a reporter and a writer, and you taught me that love must be unconditional and never asking anything in return. Love is just… love. Love is giving, never expecting anything in return.

Truthfully, you are responsible for what I am today.

Each time I feel lost… and alone, I thought of you. And each time I thought of you, I don’t feel alone anymore. Thank you, Clark, for being there when I needed you most. For restoring hope each time I lost it.

I’m no longer the little girl in pigtails who dreamed to be a journalist and maybe one a day novelist. I’m all grown up now, and at some point, I was a journalist, then a novelist. You helped me make my dreams come true by showing me your life. Your life as Clark Kent in the Daily Planet inspired me.

I’m married now. I used to dream of marrying you, Clark but you’re unreachable. You’re in a fantasy world, you’re not quite real, but you’ll always have a part of my heart that belongs to no other… because you’re an alien known as Kal-el, because you’re Superman, and just because you are Clark Kent. You inspired me and you gave me hope. You made it possible for me to hang on and to achieve what I wanted to achieve.

With love,

Cleffairy



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The Queen’s Gambit

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There’s many things people don’t know about me. Apart from being a swimmer, a bowler, an archer and a horseback rider, I am also a chess player. I enjoy the quiet, intellectual game immensely. It not only made me think, but it also sharpens my mind and heightens my concentration.

When I was still living with my mum and dad, a game of chess with my dad every weekend is a family routine.

I was only 8 when I first touch a chess piece. My dad thought me how to play chess, and I had initially assume that he was trying to instill patience and concentration on me.

As of late, I discovered that he was not only trying to instill patience and concentration, but to teach me the ways of life, to prepare me for the despicable world that I will be thrown into by choice, or by force, many years later in my life.

Why did I say this? Well, elementary my dear readers. My dad thought me moves. They are not special moves, but rather common, chess move that has been proven effective in the game play.

I may not say it aloud, but most of my worthy opponent would realize 2 things about me when I started the game:

1. I will choose the white pieces.

2. I will start the game by using the move ‘Queen’s Gambit’.

Chess players all around the world would recognize this rather popular chess move. But I am not sure if any of you out there are chess player, so allow me to tell you what ‘The Queen’s Gambit’ is.

The Queen Gambit is a chess opening move, where the moves below is made

1. d4 d5

2. c4

The purpose of this move… The Queen’s Gambit is to open the path for the Queen to make her moves freely against the opponent.

In doing so… the Bishop on the Queen’s side is also free to move, and so does the Knight. By using Queen’s Gambit’s wisely, the white players tend to have advantage in the game as it’s not playing defense, but offense instead, hence, the chances of attacking  and checking the opponent’s King is made possible under certain circumstances.

The opponent can have a choice on whether to accept the Queen’s Gambit or to decline.

Anyway, by there’s a few advantage in using Queen’s Gambit (this is just a matter of my opinion). By starting out with Queen’s Gambit, one could move the King to a safer and a much more secure place through Castling on the Queen’s side early in the game, provided, the King haven’t been checked by the opponent yet.

It is common knowledge that despite of it’s importance in a game of chess, the King is the most useless piece of all. It can only move one step at a time, and nothing more than that, unless it’s Castling. It can’t attack, and it’s defenseless without the pieces surrounding him.

The Queen, however, is the most powerful piece. It can move vertically or horizontally, and it’s move is never restricted to just one step at a time. Play it right, your Queen can always control the entire game. With the help of the cunning Knights and the bold Bishops, of course. The Rook or Castle usually will serve to guard the King, ensuring the King is always safe in it’s box, or be ready to exchange place with the King through “Rooking”.

Chess is not a complicated game. It is a game where you play to protect the King- the most useless, yet the most important piece. Without the King, there will be no chess game. It’s game over when your King has been checkmate, as basically, chess game is all about protecting not only your entire domain, and territory, but your King.

If your King succumbs to the arts of the enemy, the entire game will halt as once the King has fallen, the entire kingdom will fall. So obviously, the King must be protected at all cost. Sacrifice a few pawns, Bishops, Rook, Knights mercilessly if you must, but the King cannot be sacrificed or it’s GAME OVER!

Same goes with life. You must protect what belongs to you, regardless of how useless it seems to be. Life is just like a game of chess. You cannot allow your enemies play a fool with you, or your King and your Kingdom because if you do, it’s not GAME OVER, but it’s LIFE’s OVER.

Maybe that’s a little bit exaggerating, but allowing the enemies to play a fool with you and mess up with your life could be fatal, and the damages that has been done, could never be undone, regardless of how you try to mitigate the damages.

My advice to you, ladies and gentlemen… life is like a game of chess. There’s always imbecile out there that enjoys ruining the lives of others. So, if you do not want to succumb to those kind of people, play your life right from the beginning, and use The Queen’s Gambit moves early in life and secure your domain.

Cleffairy: Never, ever fall to the trap of your enemies who may very well pretend to be your sweet and docile friend to penetrate and infiltrate your defense for whatever sinister purpose they have in mind.

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A Penny For Your Thoughts, Mythology/ History, Time Heals What Love And Reason Cannot

Divorce, Beheaded and Die

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Learning history is fun, truly. And it is amazing somehow that despite of the changing time there are things about men and women that haven’t change, and I doubt ever will change. Men are still expected to go around, parading off with their manly conquests while women are expected to look at the four walls while being saddled by children.

Some men is known throughout the history not for their achievements, but their cruelties, infidelities and how insatiable they are when it comes to women. King Henry VIII is one of those men, well known for his sexual prowess as well as ruthlessness, despite of how very much he resembled an exploding balloon in those portraits.

Many feared him in his time. He called his own legitimate children bastards, and disposed his wives as he pleased. I’m not going to delve into too much of history, but it I suppose it’s sufficient to say that men, given the power to ditch their wife and family for a more exhilarating thing without being condemned, they would. Henry VIII is one of those men, and I don’t doubt that many men in the modern era wishes that they have such power and ability as well.

Henry VIII. 6 wives. Famous for: divorce, beheaded and die, divorce beheaded, survived. 6 women married to 1 man, suffered different fate.

First wife was divorced, second one was beheaded, third wife died because of post-natal complication, fourth was divorced because she wasn’t pretty enough, fifth was accused of infidelity and therefore her head rolled of her shoulder, but fortunately for the sixth, she survived because Henry died before her and she outlived Henry.

Men and women are both guilty when it comes to both seduction and infidelities. But when things goes wrong, the blame would all be on the wife. Katherine of Aregon, Henry’s VIII first wife is a good example of it. She was only guilty of not being able to provide him a male heir.

Then came the seductress Anne Boleyn. Coaxed him to divorce the Queen and encourage him to revamp the whole England’s faith from Catholic to Protestant. Captivated by her youthful exuberance and beauty, Henry divorced Katherine, only to find that Anne was a no good whore who could only give him a girl.

At this point of history, I laughed my head off, because Henry was involved with Jane Seymour at the same time Anne was pregnant with his child. (Gee, can’t blame Henry, can you? The wife can’t have sex with him, so find someone else to slake his manly needs)

The famous whore in history soon discovered their liaison, and miscarries. Displeased by the fact that his affairs was discovered, Henry VIII soon accuse Anne of infidelities and treason, and off with her head went dear Anne. 😀

Despite having claimed that he loved Anne Boleyn more than life itself and went as far as to change England’s faith for the sake of marrying her, Henry did not even grieve for his so called ‘beloved’ wife when her head was sent rolling. Instead, he married Jane Seymour merely a few days after her death.

Amazing, isn’t it? The story after Jane was rather uninteresting, as history repeats itself after Jane’s death. Henry divorce his fourth and beheaded his fifth wife. Nothing new there. It’s like Katherine and Anne’s case all over again. Lucky number six outlived Henry, though, so I guess God is fair.

Studying history as a woman makes me believe in karma. Historians may not agree with my dimwit pondering and musing, but I do believe that never ever go and play a home-wrecker. For what it’s worth, Anne Boleyn was one, and look at what happened to her. LOL. Beheaded when Henry VIII got bored of her.


Cleffairy: I kinda agree that some men are not worth fighting for, and the best revenge a wife could take when a another woman seduce her husband is to let the woman keep him.

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A Penny For Your Thoughts, Down The Memory Lane, writing

When two worlds collide…

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What’s the 5 most horrible thing that could ever happen to an author?

1. Plagiarism

2. Author’s block

3. The world in the book and reality collides, and strange things that’s supposed to happen only in the books started to happen.

4. Falling in love with the characters that he/she created and started to believe that they are real, and the worst thing is the author would sometimes mistakenly address the people around them as one of the characters he/she created.

5. The main characters started to be overshadowed by the supporting characters, and the supporting characters started to take the lead and rocking the entire world inside the story.

This entry is going to sound rather queer but please bear with me, because right at the moment, I’m experiencing no. 3, 4. and 5. I’m not quite sure if that is normal. It’s a tad too much, isn’t it?

I know no. 1- 2 is pretty common among authors, and if you’re an author/someone who exercised writing regularly, you would probably complain about it at least once in your lifetime, and you could easily find a forum or a discussion board on how to solve that particular problem by merely Googling it.

Call me weird, or even lunatic, but I think writing is an acceptable form of Schizophrenia. Only through writing, unleashing a few characters in one body is acceptable. It is not only acceptable, but an author would be considered good at what he/she is doing if they are able to unleash a few characters on empty pages and make the characters believable. Yes. It is definitely an acceptable form of Schizophrenia.

I have no scientific explanation for what I’m experiencing at the moment, as  I am not an anti social. I go out to chill and relax pretty often with my friends and family, and I swim at least once a week as well too. It couldn’t be that I have ‘no life’ that my brain had been forced to believe that that world and the people that I’ve created is real.

My only logical take on what I’m experiencing is probably that the brain is a very powerful programming device that could program the body to believe in almost everything and make things happen, including the queer and the impossible or that my brain is quite tired that it has difficulties shifting from one world to another. I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with no. 3 and no.4. Perhaps it is just a temporary insanity, and as long as it doesn’t ruin my life, I suppose, I can deal with it.

But I definitely know how to deal with no. 5. When the main characters in your story started to be overshadowed by the supporting characters, and the supporting characters started to take the lead and rocking the entire world inside the story, all I can do is make the best out of it and use the unplanned change of event to my advantage and just write. Sky is the limit, and creativity knows no bound.

Cleffairy: Life is just like having problem no.5. When certain things started to overshadow another, and certain chain of event started to occur and confuse you, all you can do is not dwell on it. Instead, just make the best out of the situation, and use it to your advantage. Wouldn’t you agree with me on this?

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A Penny For Your Thoughts, Down The Memory Lane, Time Heals What Love And Reason Cannot

Could it be worst?

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Those who are in my circle would know by now that I’m currently working on another novel, with the working title ‘Jar of Love’, and the novel in progress is one  the culprit to my lack of sleep as well as lack of intelligent content in my blog.

To give myself a bit more time to work on my novel, I’ve been taking a break from blogging, and instead of writing the way I used to, I’ve been merely dumping my recipes and whatnots into my blog.

And though I feel guilty for doing it, as it’s not my style at all, I have no other choice, because living in my world, 24 hours is not enough for me to use, no matter how organized I am, and no matter how I scheduled up things for myself to follow.

Rest is not quite in my dictionary. In fact, it is rather…unachievable. Let’s just say I’m not blessed enough with a peaceful and a quiet home, and there’s constant noise that made sleep almost impossible. But then, maybe God knows best. You’d find that it’s amazing that you can actually do many things when you don’t really sleep.

Time is a legal robber. It takes many things away from us legally. It robs us of our youth, our beauty, and if we’re not careful, it could take away many more things away from us, including our life. Realizing that, I try to live my life as if there’s no tomorrow.

In my world… there is a possibility that there’s no tomorrow. Because I’ve always believed that death could come to my doorstep anytime. Some people may accuse me of being pessimistic and negative, but I speak the truth.

It’s logical, you see. I may not die because of an illness or any sort of long term suffering. But I could have been rammed by a lorry the next day and I might not be warned of it, or maybe, I suddenly got sick and depressed of life so much and decided to end it by committing suicide and therefore, I work and play like mad today before any of those happen to me tomorrow.

My future is not set in stones. It’s full of uncertainties and it’s unpredictable. My dad once asked me to imagine what, and how I will be like in 10 more years time, and sadly, I could not imagine it anymore and he had duly noted something about me that displeased him the last time I met him a couple of months ago.

He told me that I stopped trying to achieve and feeling good about myself, because the people around me constantly tells me that I’m not good enough, or I’m not up to par to their standards. He told me to stop downgrading myself that way; by listening to those people and he told me to stop trying to please them and for what it’s worth, he would support me, no matter what, for I am his daughter, and always will be.

The fact will always remain that though I’ve left home and hardly see him anymore, he’s just one phone call away whenever I need him. It’s just sad that I have to be reminded of that, no? I’m just so glad that he did told me that and made me see that even though the whole world ever decide to ditch me, he will still be there for me. With those words, my dad gave me a reason to start living for myself again.

What my dad says makes sense, and always have made sense, and thank God I can write. Writing is a part of my work and my life. Writing is a way for me to leave a legacy behind and it makes me feel good about myself. You see, when human finally die, they either leave a name behind and be remembered throughout the history or they’re slowly forgotten as time goes by.

My biggest dream is that I don’t want to be forgotten. It wouldn’t be unacceptable for me that when I die, people would refer me by using the past tense. I want people to speak about my by using the present tense. I want to be a part of the history. I would prefer people to refer me as “She is, and will always be the greatest, and as long as people can read, she would be immortalized.” instead of “She was the greatest”. When I finally expire, I want to leave a legacy behind…at least among people who could read.

When we grow up, we tend to loose direction and ambition because we’re driven by the harsh reality. We forget our dreams, and we no longer have the determination of a child. We live, just to survive, and no longer to achieve what we have set to achieve. We have jobs, instead of a career, and the world is a harder place to be in. I don’t think I want that, and be just an average Jane.

Sometimes, I do wonder, what the hell is stopping me from making the breakthrough? What is stopping me? That, ladies and gentleman a question that I wish I have an answer for myself.


Cleffairy: It is not Death that I fear. It’s living without a reason that I fear. Thank you dad, for giving me wisdom and courage when I needed it. Thank you for being there for me each time I needed someone to guide me along the thorny path. Happy father’s day to you, and all fathers in the world who are always there for their children. Thank you for being there, even when we’ve forgotten that you’ll be there for us.

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Memorable fried potato with soya sauce

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This is yet another quickie and simple dish from me. While it’s a simple dish, it has a very huge meaning to me. Why? I will tell you why.

My husband…. is a lazy ass who will make bloody shits of excuse or even go to war in Iraq if I asked him to cook.

The excuse would be endless. The most common one would be “It’s a waste of time” (He’d rather drives out miles away to eat out) as well as “I don’t know where you put the stuff” (Good grief… the kitchen is Wonderland, issit, dunno where I put the stuff and can get lost inside…tsk tsk tsk…).

Despite of being skinny to a fault. I am like an elephant. I never forget. Especially when people do things for me. I would remember them for the rest of my life, or for as long as God permits me to. (So don’t make me pissed, okay? I will remember the bad things too!)

I can still remember. The last time my husband cooks a meal for himself was many years back. More than 5 years ago. It was Cintan Mushroom Chicken instant noodles. I could remember it clearly because… I was relatively indisposed and he fed me with it. Tasted awful. The instant noodles was very soggy and the eggs was overcooked. I couldn’t even move my body out of the bed back then and he was probably starving to even consider eating out or wait for me to cook for him. (No choice, he had to cook, hahaha… or else, don’t you even  dare to dream on catching him dead in the kitchen. LMAO)

And the last dish that he cooked for me to eat when I was as flaccid as rotten vegetable was fried potato with soya sauce, also more than 5 years ago. I remembered it well, because it tasted rather good, and had me crave for more after that. (Thank God not all his cooking tasted like the awful Cintan!) I didn’t really know how to cook that stuff back then, as my cooking are usually the spicy kind.

It was simple fried potato with soya sauce. I had them with plain rice. Simple, but it really touched my heart and made me love him more, cuz he is an awful cook and like my father, he is the kind who were brought up by their respective mothers to prefer going to war or something rather than cook. It was installed in their mindset that cooking is ‘women’s fucking job’, and I believe there’s no effective way to un-install this shitty program from their brain.

Anyway, it is a comfort to know that he would fight a battle in the kitchen for me, and feed me with some food when I’m relatively indisposed or sick.

My husband can really make nice, fried potatoes with soya sauce. And I felt like eating it again a a couple of days ago.

I wasn’t sick or anything the other day though, and so, instead of waiting for miracle to happen again *cough*, I took out the necessary ingredients to cook fried potatoes with soya sauce, and share it with him. My recipe is an improvised version, though. Here’s how I ‘abridged’ my husband’s original fried potato with soya sauce.

Ingredients:

5 medium sized potatoes, sliced

3 tablespoon of oyster sauce

5 tablespoon of light soya sauce

1 teaspoon of chopped garlic

Some cooking oil

Half cup of water

Salt and pepper to taste

Here’s how you do it:

Clean the potatoes, get rid of the skin, and cut the potatoes like in the picture above, and fry them til golden brown. Take them out and put aside.

Pour away the oil til and leave some inside the wok to sauté with the chopped garlic.

Add in the oyster sauce, soya sauce and water. Stir. And let the sauce sizzle and thickens. Before adding the fried potatoes. Make sure the sauce coat the potatoes evenly. Add a bit of salt and pepper to taste in you prefer.

Take out from the wok before the potatoes turned mushy, and serve hot with plain rice.

NOTE: If you prefer the fried potatoes with soya sauce to be sweet, add in half a teaspoon of honey into it. It’ll do the trick, and your children will be asking for more.

Cleffairy: The most recent time where my husband actually made something for himself in the kitchen was mid April 2010, and it was Nescafe instant mix. (Cuz I was tired and was sleeping away my fatigue) Will update you folks if he ever cook again, and let you buy lotto with the date. And if you get lucky, please remember to treat me something nice to eat! LOL.

ps: Obviously don’t give a damn about all the shitty cholesterol. It’s my problem if I wanted to go inside my grave early, ok?

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The nutty temptation…

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The temptation is too great too resist. I couldn’t help it. After seeing two evil beings, Pontianak and Hantu Bungkus write up about their sinful indulgence where they had apom balik (crispy Malay pancakes), I knew I’m done for, and I must have some of my own.

Unfortunately for me though, I couldn’t find any apom balik and I was about to give up on my search when I saw this when I was having a date with my husband in Wangsa Walk, Wangsa Maju:

Hot&Roll… can you guess what they’re selling?

All sort of chappatis and roti canai rolls with fillings inside….nice….those savoury ones are promos… I decided to settle on their crispy, nutty rolls instead…it’s something like apom balik. 😛 Well, beggars can’t be choosers…I must have something that’s similar to apom balik if I can’t have the real stuff.

See… the batter… waiting for the fillings.

The guy was spreading peanut butter onto my modern apom balik.

Then he placed some crushed, crunchy peanuts onto it.

And the sinful, chocolate chips…imagine that melting in your mouth, along with the crunchy peanuts and the crispy skin. WOW!

Then the guy folded it…

And this is how it looks like after being folded.

Taste-wise? Very nice, with the crunchy, sugary peanuts and the melting chocolate chips mingling in my tongue. I still prefer the original, traditional apom balik though. 😀

Cleffairy: When I’m sweet, I’m somewhat nutty.

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Cleffy's Pillow Talk, Love Potions

Art of seduction: Food&Sex

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Women, as aging sets in, begin to experience a prominent drop in sex drive. This is largely due to a decline in the female hormones estrogen and also… testosterone.

Other factors that undermine female desire include childbirth, the onset of menopause, stress, depression, relationship conflicts, fatigue, poor self-image, and inability to reach screaming orgasm.

Men, when they hit certain age, would have to worry about Erectile Dysfunction as well, and this would affect their performance in bed and the desires to have sexual intercourse would decrease. But then again, usually men does not have to worry about ED and low sex drive til they hit 50s.

With the right attitude… and the right food, libido in men and women could be increase.

Here’s some sex food for thoughts:

Celery

While celery may not be the first food that comes to mind when you’re thinking sex, it can be a fantastic source food for sexual stimulation. This is because it contains androsterone, an odorless hormone released through male perspiration and turns women on.

How to enjoy this aphrodisiac : Celery is best eaten raw. Wash and cut some, and munch away. But if you hate to eat it raw, make chicken soup out of it, serve with Bloody Mary or even take it with some mayonnaise or tartar sauce.

Raw oysters

This is one of the classic aphrodisiacs. Oysters are high in zinc, which raises sperm and testosterone production. Oysters also contain dopamine, a hormone known to increase libido. And it’s undeniable that the experience of slurping a fresh raw oyster is rather erotic.

Try to squeeze it into your foreplay. Feed your spouse and have him/her feed you. The slippery taste sensation and the mere act of slurping on it should get you both in the mood.

How to enjoy this aphrodisiac: Scrub the shells thoroughly to get any dirt or bacteria off. Pry them open and place them on a bed of ice, squeeze some fresh lemon onto them if you like, and then start slurping away sexily.

Bananas

Bananas contain the bromelain enzyme, which is believed to increase libido and reverse impotence in men. Additionally, they are good sources of potassium and B vitamins like riboflavin, which increase the body’s overall energy levels.

How to enjoy this aphrodisiac: Place them on a dish in various states of undressing and have your lady slowly eat some for you. Then gobble yours down and get to work. Or, you can make some fried fritters out of them, or make them into desserts like banana split. Be sure to be generous with the chocolate sauce and ice cream, though. Chocolates are aphrodisiac as well.

Almonds

Almonds are a prime source of essential fatty acids. These are vital as they provide the raw material for a man’s healthy production of hormones. Additionally, the smell of almonds is purported to arouse passion in females. Try lighting some almond-scented candles to encourage her mood and snack on some yourself to store up energy for your performance.

How to enjoy this aphrodisiac: Eat them raw. Or, crush some fresh almonds and sprinkle them on your salad to get the energy you need. Or better still, get yourself a honeyed almond biscotti. Personally, I would have suggested finely pounded almond with milk and honey, but some people can’t take it too sweet, so if you don’t like to take sweet stuff, stick it to just plain almond.

Chocolate

Aside from the fact that chocolate is the surest way to a woman’s panties, chocolate contains theobromine, an alkaloid,which is very similar to caffeine.

It also contains phenylethylamine, a chemical believed to produce the feel good feeling.

So, when your woman talks about how good chocolate makes her feel, there is some scientific explanation behind it. In addition, dark chocolate has a massive amount of anti-oxidants, which are great for the body in general, as they help maintain the immune system.

How to enjoy this aphrodisic: No exact way. Just be creative. Squeeze some chocolate sauce onto your partner’s body and lick it away for all I care. Just be creative.

Eggs

Although not the most sensual of foods, eggs are high in vitamins B6 and B5. These help balance hormone levels and fight stress, two things that are crucial to a healthy libido. Eggs are also a symbol of fertility and rebirth. Some people will eat raw chicken eggs just prior to sex to increase libido and maximize energy levels.

How to enjoy this aphrodisiac: Have some caviar and a bit of champagne during your fun or gobble down some hard-boiled eggs beforehand. Or if you’re feeling romantic, you could make french toast for breakfast in bed.

And last but not least…

Mangoes, peaches and strawberries

What can be more fun than sinking your teeth into a dripping, sticky and honeyed fruits?  All of the fruits  listed above are erotically suggestive and can be fun to use amidst foreplay. Try dribbling the juices over your bodies and licking up the residue as an erotic game.

How to enjoy this aphrodisiac: Peel the mango, cut the peach and slice up some strawberries, and feed your partner while having oral sex.

Cleffairy: Why not have food and sex together? It’ll make a yummy making love session.

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LoveCenter: Sex toys e-store

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Scheduled entry.

Disclaimer: For 18 above only. If you are a minor, kindly navigate away. Over A Cuppa Tea does not condone pre-marital, extra-marital sexual intercourse as well as statutory rape. Please remember to practice safe sex at all times.

This is a paid review written by me on the behalf of SexShop Lovecenter. SexShop Lovecenter is an e-store where there’s wide selection of sex toys. They sell wide variety of sex toy stuff for all sex and for people with kinky sexual preference. There’s also loads of sexy lingeries on sale. Just take a look at the stuff below. They’re all sold in the e-store.

There’s some sexy lingeries that caught my attention. Very tasteful and delicate, I must say.They’re tailored completely for seduction…

And what’s a sex toy stores without sex toys? They sold wide variety of sex toys…kinky stuff that I never even imagined to exist, designed to arouse and give vaginal as well as clitoral stimulation. Sexual gratification guaranteed.

There’s not only items for the ladies… but there’s some… ahemm… kinky stuff for men who are feeling naughty as well.

Giving yourself to her? Go and knock yourself out with the sexy red Santa outfit. It can be Xmas everyday with this stuff.

And while you’re feeling passionate and sexy, please don’t forget protection as well. To love is to protect. So protect yourself and your partner with these condoms…

And no excuse, all right? They’re those easy ons condoms as well.

My last words…if you happen to visit the store, visit responsibly. LOL…

Cleffairy: Used correctly, condoms can protect you from not only from unplanned/ unwanted pregnancies, but also from STDs, including AIDS.

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Malaysian Men=Virile?

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If you’ve been reading enough Harlequin Presents as well as Mills& Boon romance craps lately, you would realize that people in the West actually thought that our men… Malaysian men are virile and romantic, oozing with sex appeal, and Malaysia is an ideal place for an exotic, sexy getaway where passion and romance is absolutely guaranteed.

You know, kisses under the sun. Seduction on a secluded private beach and bittersweet reunion in KLIA and whatnot.

Most of you may not know this, but apart from Italy, Middle East,Greek and Sicily, Malaysia have been quite a favourite setting for many romance books and e-books alike.

I am not quite sure why people in the West thought that Malaysia is an ideal place for a romantic seduction and a place for those who covet happily ever after and passion in and outside of their bedroom, because in truth…Malaysia is quite a conservative country to even begin with.

You kiss on the street, and you’ll either find yourself for  charged for committing a close proximity or you’d be fined for it.

I also don’t understand why they filled their heads with the illusion that Malaysian men are romantic to the max as well. As far as I’m concern… men, Malaysian men in general are not romantic. They have… ahemm… difficulties expressing themselves, and most… are very chauvinistic. Don’t you agree with me, ladies? Malaysian men are like that, are they not?

They’re very reserved in comparison of their Western counterparts, and they tend to take things for granted too. Seduction only came during the courting stage, and not after marriage. They forget birthdays, anniversaries, and cares for nothing but themselves…especially those who came from a very typical Asian family.

More often than not, they claim that action speaks louder than words. I wonder if these men knows that sometimes, the ladies wants to be assured verbally and physically as well?

It is very rare to find men who are passionate and romantic in Malaysia. Gifts and token of appreciation are hard to come by. Unless they want something from the ladies… romance is as good as dead.

I am not quite sure why foreign authors painted Malaysian men as virile as well. In Harlequin Presents, especially, Malaysian men are painted as dark, brooding, handsome and a bomb in bed. Their erections are often described as long, and hard as well as thick, and they put their ladies’ pleasure before theirs when they performed in bed. And I find it rather hilarious that these authors thought that it is all right for PDA in Malaysia.

Some are authors are worst off…they thought Malaysian men, are somewhat orgasm machine. Sometimes, I really do have to laugh at these foreign author’s writing. Pretty exaggerating and far-fetch if you ask me. I wonder if they ever came to Malaysia in the first place, as for what it’s worth, in their mind, Malaysian national food is some exotic satay and kebabs. Don’t they do their homework? Geez! 🙁

Most foreign authors thought that Malaysia itself is an exotic place, full of exotic and erotic people. Full or romantic men, and beautiful, passionate women who are submissive and willing to surrender their heart, body and soul between the sheets.

Harlequin books got me speechless, sometimes. They painted Malaysia so beautiful and liberated. Too beautiful that I feel ashamed that as Malaysian, I did nothing to promote my own country.

Perhaps I should do something about it and start writing some romance crap with Malaysian setting as well? I think at least I would be able to describe things better. Way better…. if I lie to myself and pretend that I am a foreigner, that is.

Cleffairy: Malaysia is beautiful. But the people who makes it goes is not.

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