My Daily Perspective

"Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense."

Breath play (A.K.A. Erotic asphyxiation) A state of  asphyxia  intentionally induced (as by smothering or strangling oneself or through partner play) so as to heighten  sexual  arousal during masturbation. It  involves the restriction of oxygen to increase erotic  play. Not a lot of the people know this about me, but yes, I am obviously into it. I don't quite remember when exactly It started. I've been involved in the kink community for a long while now. Discreetly, of course. Some of my friends know that but only very few. It's not like I'm hiding it or anything. If someone would ask, I normally just tell them straight out, but usually I just never mention it. Now I'm not going to talk about the details on how I got myself in the BDSM community. That is a whole new different subject. Maybe in the future, I will post it. In the meantime, let's get back to the original topic. Breath Play. Why am I into this? I don't think there is no other

Out of the night that covers me,        Black as the pit from pole to pole,  I thank whatever gods may be        For my unconquerable soul.  In the fell clutch of circumstance        I have not winced nor cried aloud.  Under the bludgeonings of chance        My head is bloody, but unbowed.  Beyond this place of wrath and tears        Looms but the Horror of the shade,  And yet the menace of the years        Finds and shall find me unafraid.  It matters not how strait the gate,        How charged with punishments the scroll,  I am the master of my fate,        I am the captain of my soul.

Girls know the struggle of having the hassle to do their eyebrow makeup.  It takes more effort than it looks... Having a steady hand, taking a few minutes to have it on fleek and the frustration to redo it every time we make a mistake.  Since I don't really want to wake up so early every time just to do my makeup, I decided to try out this whole semi-permanent eyebrow thing that has been going viral through social media. Now, I know what you're thinking. This might not be a good idea. People have been saying that once you grow old, that semi tattoo would look bad or something. Honestly, I haven't met anyone who has complained about it, and I've seen quite a few elderly women going to the store and having their eyebrows retouched. And I know it's a little scary to make a decision that would be permanent, but I'm telling you guys right now, I have no regrets and I love what they did with my eyebrows and it takes me barely any effort at all to do them now.

The Cauliflower Pizza I've been trying to teach myself how to cook whenever I can. (Take note, I'm not a very good cook. That's the sad truth ~ ಥ_ಥ ) Anyways, I've been searching for healthier food and see if I could try it out.  I saw this video on YouTube about using cauliflower instead of dough, and I got really curious. It looks easy enough to do. Plus, it's healthier too. Procedures and ingredients listed down below. Credits by: Tasty INGREDIENTS: 1 head cauliflower ½ cup mozzarella, shredded ½ teaspoon dried oregano ½ teaspoon dried basil ½ teaspoon salt ½ teaspoon garlic powder 1 egg tomato sauce mushrooms tomato slices pepper PREPARATION: 1. Preheat oven to 500˚F/260˚C. 2. Remove the leaves and stem of the cauliflower and transfer pieces to a food processor. 3. Rice the cauliflower by pulsing it in the food processor, or by shredding it on a box grater. 4. Once riced, transfer to a la

Anyone still remembers this show? I used to watch it way back when I was still in my teens. This one episode really stuck me though. I'm sure people who used to watch this would understand why. "And She Was Gone" She chose to walk alone Though others wondered why Refused to look before her, Kept eyes cast upwards, Towards the sky. She didn't have companions No need for earthly things. Only wanted freedom, From what she felt were Puppet strings. She longed to be a bird. That she might fly away. She pitied every blade of grass For planted they would stay. She longed to be a flame, That brightly danced alone. Felt jealous of the steam That made the air its only home. Some say she wished too hard. Some say she wished too long. But we awoke one autumn day To find that she was gone. The trees, they say stood witness. The sky refused to tell. But someone who had seen it said The story played out well.

Before I start telling you about my uncomfortable encounter with this one, I would like to let everyone know that just because I had this experience with certain drivers or people in general in the past, it doesn’t mean every driver is like that. Moving on, Whenever I go out somewhere such as the other night, I usually just take an Uber going to the location since it’s a lot safer compared to just getting a regular taxi on the streets. With Uber, or any other well-known taxi app, the estimated price range of the trip is already shown on the app and the information’s of the driver is already put together for everyone’s safety. This one night when my friends invited me to go party with them, I got an Uber. It was alright at first. The driver calls me on the phone to let me know he’s at the location and once I got on, we headed our way to our destination. First off, I’m a very friendly person. Even to people I don’t know. I don’t really think it’s necessary to make things f

‘The spot was empty. Empty but not void. Void is when there is absolutely nothing there and the nothing is natural, a complete vacuum. But empty - with empty, you are aware of what's supposed to be there. Empty means something is missing.’... 

When I look up at the universe, It makes me realize how insignificant our existence is in here. If we were not here, It wouldn't matter to the universe at any level. Where we are... Who we're with... What we owe... How much money we have... It's all so irrelevant to the universe. It really is important to sharing this life with someone who understands you. Who connects with you... Whose mere presence next to you enhances your life.