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“Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile."
? William Cullen Bryant ?

Jyst a women....Bing sincere and honest is the most important for successful relationship..
I am just a women with emotions...
I know to say i am sorry...

I had a telemarketer job a few years back. The business owner had obtained a call list for consumers who purchased high-end dolls. These dolls were made of the finest latex and were hand painted with features desirable by the worldly man. Every eyelash was placed with precision. The pores of the doll secreted the fragrance selected by the male who placed the order. Her every feature and nuance was the compilation of a detailed order form.

Back to my position. I was responsible for selling the lube cartridges for such dolls. As you can imagine, it wasn't an easy sell. I had to know my product up and down, sideways and under, to be sure! I had to inform the potential customer of the ease of application into the an*l cavity without the trauma of a leaky cartridge. We all have experience the leaky cartridge, not pleasant. So, I became adept at selling the fine qualities of such a refurbished cartridge. The commission was good. I received much positive feedback on the performance of our lube cartridges. In time, the cartridges sold themselves, with growing notoriety and consumer reviews. Unfortunately, the Chinese whispers spread the news and I was out of a job.

Gonna be reunited with my darling Art in a few days.

LDR is no easy feat but the rewards were worth the wait

We are gonna spend 2 lovely weeks together, just like the last time he was here visiting me in Malaysia.

So much of preparation for this trip....

Pedi Mani - checked

Eyelash extension - checked

Hair colouring to cover the greys - checked

Facial & face mask - checked

Body scrub and exfoliation - checked

Waxing - to be done upon arrival

I wanna look pretty for my Arty

Getting very sexcited now coz not gonna let him rest. We are so gonna be busy doing it! Day and night!


Yesssssssssss!!! Art and I gonna visit all the ice-cream parlour there is and we are gonna stuff ourselves with so much of ice-cream that we won't be able to look at ice-cream anymore without

Darling Art, have I told you that if you're an ice-cream, you'd be my favourite flavour?










P.S If Art and I ever need to share a banana split, I got an upper hand coz I got this!!!!




P.P.S Even if I haven't got that, it'd be ok coz I'll just ask him to keep talking and I'll be nodding while attacking the ice-cream.

As a young artist in New York City, what is this obsession with work being "free-handed". Honestly, most people don't get a chance to see the process of how each artist created their work. Nor are they educated enough to tell the difference. Though "free-handed", does show more skill, in my opinion, it's not always the most precise and time efficient. Nor does it affect the value of the piece. Besides, most people that complain or critique about work that isn't "free-handed", are you willing to pay more or even pay at all. If not, sit down and be humble

Some here who know me know that I am a lazy person. Several years ago I decided work is boring. Not only that, I learned when bones break at work, not only does it hurt, but the employers don;t care. There is always another employee to use up. So, I stopped doing that. Yes, sure the decision did cause some minor financial upset but I seem to have gotten by it.

I spend a lot of time on YouTube. Mostly learning videos actually. Languages, Science and Tech, free online classes from major Universities, etc. Years ago I also made a few fun videos for CS folk. Then I read some comments on other pages and some YouTube information pages (YouTube has whole books online to read, buried in their help pages). The big thing is monetization.

Monetization, you make videos, you get 10,000 views, then you are eligible to apply for YouTube monetization. If they like your videos (and they look at all of them) in a few days they will say yes or no. If it is a yes, you can then begin selecting which videos it would be okay for YouTube to attach commercial ads to. YouTube (which is owned by Google) selects the ads. If a viewer has an option of cancelling the ad and lets it run for more than 2 seconds, the adverttiser pays YouTube and YouTube pays a cut to the video owner. What could be cooler? My high school guidance counselor never even suggested making home videos for a living.

All anyone needs is a cheap pocket camera and an idea and the cash register begins to ring. And this brings us to my jealousy. I compete against true artists. I am a child with fingerpaints by comparison, competing for ad dollars against Van Gough and Rembrandt. I wish I had their creativity. They get millions of views, while I have only a few tens of thousands.

My voice is a monotone, so am I. I just is. They flower, bloom, then bloom again. Here is an example.
The Mother of Dragons (from Game of Thrones) does rap. Genius, I kneel.







And her White Walker?





One in ten views gets an ad. Four of ten of those let it run more than 2 seconds. Over one million views for each video. $$$$ Ka ching, Ka ching, just here those cash registers ring. And she does at least one video every day. With my laziness one a month is a lot. I am in awe. I am jealously in awe.

The title is a musical phrase my nephew uses when he jams with all his childhood buddies. He's lived in Pasadena, CA all his life (50+ years) in the Black neighborhood. The majority of his friends are Black and if you think you will never meet anyone famous your mistaken. His "playground" is full of musicians that boggles your mind!

All this conversation with my nephew came about when I told him that I had run into my old pal, Broken Fingers Malone" here in Bullhead City just recently. Broken Fingers and I jammed some 40 years ago in the La Puente/Pomona area of L. A. County. And I recounted this in an earlier blog titled "The Second Coming of Broken Fingers Malone".

Our memories go way back to a time when R&B and Soul was the music. I'm talking Otis Redding, James Brown and the likes of Carlos Santana. These were the tunes and bands of choice to play in clubs. We had a great band and we were once scouted by an agent that walked into this club we were playing and wanted to sign us to a contract to play in Las Vegas in the casino lounges. It was never to be.

My conversation with Broken Fingers was a kinda loose plan to "get together"!! Two days later I got a call from my pal and we jammed together that Saturday night. His talent centered around a Gibson electric acoustic guitar. When I arrived at his "pad" I walk into his studio and there was the old guitar of long ago. I looked at it and remembered. They were the thoughts of an old man playing music in the past and encountering the musical instrument that spawned those great memories.

Broken Fingers new talent was now his keyboard. He sat down and started doing some original compositions. They were what I always loved. Latin Jazz fusion. It was like meeting an old date. An old love, as it were. Broken Fingers talents have always amazed me. We cruised into a soiree just like old times. I swear it seemed like 1966 popped into his studio and our brains and bodies shifted to 25 y. o. once again. It was worthy of a Ray Bradbury short story where that stuff happens.

The night was filled with soft boleros that just seemed to make our hands glide on the piano keys and the congas. The congas I used that night were Jazz LP congas. The kind Louis Conte uses. Hey, I thought I sounded like Louis Conte. And it was like the 40 years that escaped from our music pal life suddenly rushed in. It was like it was never gone.

I mean, what are the chances that your going to run into a friend 40 years later in a remote area of Arizona where the the lizards are kept busy escaping Road Runners and the Colorado River swiftly sails by in a trance like swiftness cool and astoundingly clear.

We will jam again tomorrow night and a report will come forthwith!

This morning promptly at 9 am I started my rounds. This is Bullhead City, AZ and nothing changes. Life here fits me like a favorite pair of shoes. Well worn, in need of a shine and the heels at a severe slant just inviting a turned ankle but who cares. Certainly not me!!

My first stop was the Senior Center where I have a couple of cups of coffee and a stale donut. Ahh, life is good. Bullhead City is the the classic example of life in the U. S. There is practically no middle class. Your either very poor or your well off. The poor live in small carton like apartments and the well off live in gated communities. The best part living here is cheap so it fits us all just fine.

I walked in and sat down to enjoy my snack. There was a small Hispanic man over in the next table reading the Las Vegas paper. I mentioned last nights ball game between the Golden State Warriors and the Cleveland Cavaliers. His response was that he didn't like sports. Then he looked at me and said, "Were you ever in baseball with the Dodgers?" and I replied "Yes". He said, "Your Eddie Campos". I looked harder at the man completely surprised with his on the money remarks and I recognized the man. It was Broken Fingers Malone!!!

Broken Fingers was a young man I once knew. He played an electric Gibson acoustical guitar just like his favorite local musician, Arthur K. Adams. But that's another story. Broken Fingers stood up and we hugged like a video of 2 monkey siblings on FB when they were finally reunited. And the moniker Broken Fingers was tagged on him because he really played the guitar real good. And I mean real good.

It was great to see a person that I once liked as my friend and pal at one time in our young life. He bought a new Mercury Cougar that he called "El Coco". Broken Fingers real name was Danny Berumen and Danny and I used to cruise all over to jam with all the local musicians or just check out bands in other clubs. As we sat there we recounted the many stories in our ventures. The humorous ones that only could have happened spontaneously. We laughed and laughed like the 2 young dudes we once were.

Because they were gems I want to share a couple of these escapades with you. There was the story about this club we played at in a town called El Monte. The club owner had run out of money and when we showed up for our pay he informed us that he couldn't pay us. At that moment another guy walks in and he wants to be all friendly with the owner. The owners reaction was to pull a gun out of his desk and threaten this guy. It seems like the intruder was once a partner in the bar business and he backed out causing a severe financial burden for the guy we knew as the owner. We all recoiled but things turned out well when the intruder made a quick escape without a shot being fired.

Then there was another time we played in this bar that was owned by 2 brothers. They were a case. These guys thought they could hit on all the young sweetie pies that came in. One night this young lady started screaming for one of the brothers to get away from her. The girl jumps and screams, "Get away from me. Your old enough to be my father". The brother stood there for a couple of seconds and asked her, "What's your Mom's name. I may be"!! The whole bar was quiet and everyone was staring. When the brother finished his retort it brought the whole bar down!

And on and on. We talked about so many things that when we were finally finished we must have hugged about 5 more times. Ahhh! The delights of a young man and his pals. It was good to see Danny. He was one of those people that it seems like you could always see years later and things would still be the same. Friendly and full of happiness. We marveled at the fact we were back as pals again 40 years later and 300 miles away from our origins! We exchanged phone numbers and we will meet soon again!!