Is it possible that chocolate is available in hell? Wondering why the question – because someone is headed there – don’t blame me for it, point the finger at Esquire magazine that put me in this shamble.
It was another Friday (coincidentally a good Friday). I embarked on my normal routine on Fridays and headed for my preferred salon afterwards to have my hair blow dry (perhaps your grandma did the same – I have my hair done on a weekly basis) I would certainly look like a shack if I dare to wield a round brush alongside a blow dryer. It is quite costly to do the blow-out weekly, but the money is nothing compared to the therapy bills that stare at me weekly.
Remember I said it was a Good Friday coincidentally – this made me think pure as part of my respect for such a sacred day. Guess what I was thinking of – strictly pure, nice thoughts such as white rabbits, pastels as well as Easter eggs. Hmm… don’t think I enjoyed streamlining my thought anyway, because I really wished I could fantasize and imagine Brad Pitt at my door step – well, I did my best not to shift my thought.
Oh, back to my salon escapade – I lowered my body onto the sofa immediately I stepped into the salon because I was worn out and sweaty; my mood was not just set for the additional work which the women’s magazine staring at me was about to demand from me. The extra work? Ok, it’s Better Homes & Gardens; it wants to be my assistance in preparing my potatoes and meat.
And at the other corner laid Vogue – with it’s over 600 pages of fantastic fashions – I just need to regain my energy before lifting the copy. Oprah is saying that the best time for me to enjoy my life to the fullest is now! Did I tell her I’m not living the life to the fullest? Just thinking of how to start sinking all these talks into myself made me more tired. Then, there goes a figure at the cover of Esquire magazine – Robert Downey, Jr.
Robert Downey – he has really held my admiration for a long time. Now don’t look at me that way, it is possible you are like me as well – having a secret soft spot for hot bad boys. Of course, my brain points me to a different direction – the clean cut Matt Damon, but my wobbling knees itch for the scruffy type; it is better I don’t go into the psychological explanations for my weird preference. Perhaps, one may say I’m not noticeably bright.
As cute as Leonardo DiCaprio appears, do you know I would rather do all I can to get Josh Hartnett’s interest either? Don’t blame me, that’s the weird preference I’m talking about – I know many of you ladies out there would rather die for Leo. Yes, I know Josh is the ‘worst’’ of the bunch; but to me, he’s the hottest and the most handsome. Without him (Josh), Ally Mcbeal wouldn’t be worth watching.
And as I just flipped through the article, I saw him – ‘baddish’ but better. Well, I was intercepted to go wash my hair just immediately I had my attention wrapped to read about my favorite guy. As I held on to the Esquire, I spontaneously asked my stylist, “do you have a favorite badboy?” She turned and answered, “Tommy lee’, that’s my preferred badboy – the ‘baddish’ the better! Oh well.. I feel am not alone.
Image: by Michael David Pedersen

Different cultures have different ideas about what level of PDA is acceptable. In some parts of continental Europe, PDA is more accepted than it is in the United States or elsewhere. In Spain and Italy, for example, young adults often live with their parents until they are married.
Tell me, would it not be hurting to see Fail (as in big F) on your second grade cursive test report on the basis that your Qs and Ys were not curly as they should be?
