I remember seeing this clip for the first time almost 10 years ago. it was probably posted on line by someone else then, but years later and a fresh mommy, this clip has a whole new meaning. Watch and enjoy.

• What to do this summer?
• I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty!
• Ahhhhhhh… blissful travels
• Old Lady to visit Vegas…
• Returning to Zion
• Romantic New York City

First of all, The Good, The Bad And The Plain Old Lazy has just celebrated 10,000 visitors sometime last week, so thanks for spamming my blog like hell, and hopefully, by the time 20,000 visitors roll around, this site will finally be worth reading!

I have been busy the last couple of days baby-sitting a very special twerp, someone who is from the Land Down Under. *drum roll* My Aussie-Malaysian cousin Liam!

He is still only 8-years-old, and he is still the same little rascal like I remembered two years ago, but the difference is this time, his kicks actually hurt.

He has graduated from Bob the Builder to Ben Ten, and he is really into Lego sets and story books right now which is great to hear.

He is even more observant, judging from this conversation I had with him while we were watching Kampung Boy (weekend TV is really woefully).

Mat (that annoying kid from Kampung Boy): When will you ever learn?
Boon Ken (that kid who was just trying to be annoying): Liam, when will you ever learn?
Liam (that Aussie kid who could not help but be annoying): Ken Ken, when will you learn to cut your hair?
Boon Ken: *stunned*

Third thing would be that, I just found out about a huge revelation, something so significant that it could well change the world.

Lately, I have been lethargic, feeling really disillusioned with life, not wanting to do anything at all to halt my comfort zone.

People, I have just found out that I was suffering from a mild bout of depression. Nope, not that I wanna kill myself right away depression. The other kind. Anyway, I have depression and I wanna get better.

I have also found the root of my depression - my former house.

It was so dark, so gloomy, so lifeless that I think it somehow affected me as well. My now former landlord was a grumpy and bitter old lady whose nastiness can only be equaled by my current landlord. Anyway, that is in the past, and hopefully, the Boon Ken of the last six months will also cease to exist.

I apologize to anyone who might feel slighted and disappointed by my current condition, and my only excuse is that besides the whole accommodation bumming me down situation, degree life has not been to my expectations. I wanted a chilled-out life, but somehow, after six months of below par education and zero obstacles, I have just realized something really important about myself - I love challenges. Without challenges, I am nothing more than a pale imitation of my former exuberant self, so bear with me.

Hopefully, the future will shine a lot brighter than the present.

Maybe Liam will have something to say about this...

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• I’m Home
• There’s more than just Starbucks and grunge…
• Trying to stay sane
• Let the road trip begin !
• I’m Baaack!

These are all questions I've asked myself many times, and I'm sure that many (or most) other gay men have asked themselves at some point. I still ask myself these things all the time. I haven't come up with any answers yet either.

The easiest one to come close to an firm answer is whether I chose to be gay or not. The answer is absolutely, positively no. I'm sure I've made it quite clear, that if I could make being gay go away, and make myself 100% straight, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I can't say whether I believe if I was either born this way or whether me being gay is a factor of my environment. I would not consider myself a victim of sexual abuse by any stretch, but there was one minor occurrence that happened to me when I was about 4 or 5. I was at the babysitters house. She had a couple of kids and some friends or relatives of some of her kids were occasionally there. Early one morning, a kid (I think he was a nephew or cousin) was there for some reason. I recall him exposing himself and making me scratch his dick and balls. He said if I didn't do it he'd make me put his dick in my mouth. This memory is pretty fuzzy, and I only recall it happening one time. I don't remember being traumatized or very upset. I think he was a young teenage kid and some of the older kids there would pick on me some, so I just kinda lumped it in with being picked on. I knew nothing of sex, and I was afraid if I put his dick in my mouth, he would pee in it just to be mean. Later on, as I got older, I for some reason wished I had tried letting him put his dick in my mouth.  What's even sadder is as I was older and thought about sex with guys, I would try to recall the memory sometimes just to get off.  A couple of years later, I remember playing "strip" with my twin cousins. It was just some little kids being curious about their bodies, but I recall asking my male cousin if I could put is dick in my mouth. He said no. I've often wondered if these events are what made me gay, or are they just events in my younger life that point to me being gay. Plus add in my emotionally messed childhood with my parents divorcing; it sometimes makes me wonder if all these things combined conspired to make me a homo.

I know I sure as hell didn't choose to be gay, but was I made that way and if so why can't I be "cured".  I can't say that I was born gay.  I wish I could, but too many things happened in my upbringing that may have messed me up.  Did all those events combined may have made me gay?  So if I didn't choose to be gay, but its more just a condition of my upbringing why can't I get help to get over it?  Lots of people see a therapist of some sort to help undo things that have happened in the past.  Sometimes people even get medication to help them with these problems.  So why is it that no one has tried to come up with a pill to cure being gay?

Why is it that being gay is treated differently than some other sexually deviant activity.  A pedophile will seek counseling to help them with their problem.  Now I am not in any way equating pedophilia with being gay, just using it as an unacceptable attraction.  I'm sure someone who is sexually attracted to children wishes they weren't.  If they are smart, they seek counseling to help them deal with this issue.  I'm sure there are many ways to treat this.  So why is it that treating homosexuality is any different.

It seems the only way to get over being gay is to go to some down some religious fanatical route or find some off the wall therapist who's no where near where I am.  I don't believe in god, so I think the challenge of finding God and having the faith to fight being Gay all at the same time ain't gonna happen.  And I don't believe I have the time or money to try fly off to Switzerland to try some radical new therapy.

Why is being gay treated so different than any other addiction or deviant sexual practice.  Being gay is not normal (and I mean that by the literal definition of normal) so why aren't there more traditional and acceptable means of getting over it.  Why is it I have to look for something radical to try and overcome this?  I don't want to fight the craving to be with a man, I want it to go away.  That may never happen I guess.

My mind works in strange ways sometimes.  I'm not in any way trying to say that I think gay people or bad or should be cured.  This is just how I think of myself.  I don't really like myself, and being gay is just part of that.  I don't want it.  Dealing with it sucks.   I don't want to accept it but I'm afraid I'm going to have to.  I don't want to fight the urge and desire to be with a man the rest of my life.  I want it to go away.  Maybe someday someone mankind will develop the knowledge to get rid of being gay.  NASA sent a man to the moon, now if they can just start working on a pill for me next.

It was a bit of a mad house this morning as the two of us worked to get the four of us ready for the day. Short Stack was headed to a house with an ample supply of plastic dump trucks, blocks and kids his age whom he knows. Lulu Belle was off to a new place for more hands on, one on one care. Being a two months old, all she really needs are the necessities of life and someone to be attentive. In some ways, she's the easiest though not the fun one.

I dropped Action Girl and Lulu Belle off first so the baby sitter could get the full, panicked parent rundown. I'd swing back after I dropped of The Boy. Action Girl leaned way back into the rear seats, wiped the peanut butter off one of Short Stack's cheeks to make a clean spot and gave him a kiss along with wishes to have a great day. After the door was closed, I drove the rest of the way to where he would be spending the day. As he munched happily on his peanut butter pancake, he pointed out various objects of interest.

"Dat car is parked. It's not going. Da rain is making the car all wet. Dis is a fast road. Cars go fast."

I slowed down a bit.

We arrived at the house and I pulled him out along with his bag of goodies. He still happily munched away and continued the commentary about the various piles of fresh dirt, the scattered toys and the rain dripping from the trees. As we walked through the door, he immediately started to wiggle.

For half a second, I was afraid that he wanted to leave. I had been found out! He was on to me and knew that I was leaving him!... No. He had a HUGE smile on his face and wanted to get down and dive in to the cluster of kids playing on the floor. I just managed to get his shoes, hat and coat off before he blasted away like a wobbly rocket.

The last minute tips and instructions were given to the sitter and I went to leave. Short Stack was in the thick of it and laughing already. As much as it hurt to not get my last, last, LAST hug and kiss before I left him, I decided it was best to slip out unseen and avoid any tears. Just as I opened the door, his head shot up and he dashed through the scrum to jump up into my arms clamping me in a big hug. After I bent down and returned him to the floor, he was back into the pack of kids in seconds. I effected my quick escape, a much happier Dad.

The car was very quiet when I picked up Action Girl and drove us to away. It's a very strange feeling to not have our kids with us or at least with a relative and it's going to take getting used to. Lulu Belle won't be able to relate her day to us later this evening, but I bet we'll get an earful from Short Stack.

I hope Action Girl has a good first day back. It's a little rainy, but the wind isn't blowing. She has a good crew whom she knows and likes and the runs for her today are nice and simple. I'll be heading back to my shop and get caught up in my own work. The real trick will be staying until I should. The temptation to come home early is already gnawing at me... and it's only nine in the morning.

Hmmm... Maybe if I just work through lunch...

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STOP EVIL! DO SOMETHING GOOD! WHO'S TALKING ABOUT THE DEVIL?  HE DOESN'T EVEN EXIST!!!  FUCK!!!

The behavior of church was never noticed so much in the time of the ouster of Marcos, Erap or similar other campaigns until today.  The church in the Philippines is not only very much visible.  It is also extremely divided due to differing directions and determinations of its halved flocks and warring shepherds.

The great Bishop Presidente

Bishop President's factotum

Armin Luistro, Faithful Estrada friend

Rebel Clergy Brother-in-Arms

The Catholic Clergy, here in the Philippine Archipelago, is at war with itself.  Why not?  This country is a democratic country.  Oscar Cruz, Archbishop of Urdaneta and some of his fellow rebels have embraced unnatural sexual preferences that will not make him a target of that despicable word to heterosexual celibates:  womanizer.  But surely there is another group that he and his group identifies with and they are not celibates in any sense of the word simply because of their engagement in coitus, not with the opposite sex, that is.  The uniqueness of Cruz' position is that he is not simply a non-conformant church leader.  He is also a rebel against the government.  He is joined by loyal Joseph Estrada (deposed ex-president) friend and ally, Armin Luistro.

Archbishop Cruz Osquee, with bf

The Archbishop, is constantly cooperating and showing himself working side by side with criminals, corrupt persons and the purveyors of Communism -- an anachronism in these parts where the atheists' advocacy that God did not die because he was never born nor ever alive, is supposed to be a no-no to the Catholic religion and Christian tenets.

Satanism and Devil Worship did not use to be the province of the Political Opposition, but it appears to be in that side now.  The Catholic Church's second or third penultimate leader, Archbishop Angel Lagdameo, President or head of the Catholic Bishops' Conference of the Philippines (CBCP) is said to be cavorting with Lucifer a/k/a Satan, while providing inspiration to the Political Opposition elements who are out to throw the Lady by the Pasig River into the dogs.

Many communists are in lofty positions in the Protestant sect themselves.  These religious and some Politicians however agree on one kind of Religious Politics:  the one subscribing to Satan.

If the Administration no longer has the franchise to Devil Worship after one of its key purveyors, leading light of the Lakas Political Party, Jose C. Perez a/k/a Jose C. De Venecia, Jr. of the Third District of Pangasinan, burned his bridges with the majority political group, what has it gained for the other side?

Nothing.  Congress is now investigating and curbing the corruption in the House that was so deep during the Peres a/k/a De Venecia, Jr. speakership.  This including awarding a franchise to his son in telecoms.  Son Jose Perez Perez II a/k/a Jose Perez De Venecia III went on to supply Bayan Telecom and PLDT-Smart with ZTE wireless phones and roll-out technology.  But dearest Jose Perez Perez II, went into debt with ZTE for tens of millions of US Dollars.  This appears to be a situation where after ZTE delivers supply and technical services for wireless roll-out, Bayan Telecoms and PLDT-Smart did not pay Joey and Joey did not pay ZTE.  As a result, Joey was blacklisted by ZTE.  But Joey, wanted in, and said so to Abalos.  ZTE did not want to touch Joey with a ten foot pole.  Not anymore.

ZTE probably hates Joey to the bones but absolutely no one can blame them.  So Joey threatened to spill the beans on the ZTE-RP deal and his dear papa was prepared to hit Arroyo with a knife in the back.Joey was extremely furious because his spies tell him, a lot of money was moving and changing hands fast!  Jesus, he tells himself, I got to be part of that!!!  He was totally envious!  But failing to get a cent from the furious ZTE Joey-joey boy went to with his so-called perfect  exposé. Joey, frontlining everything, was followed by daddy-employee and bosom friend Jun Lozada.

Apart from his unpaid debts, Joey's wanting a share of the moolah from ZTE was unconscionable!  A total crock of shit.  Maybe he promised his daddy too some of the rewards...  And daddy being generous, did not want to reject the generosity of others...

After all, what is money but the proverbial "root of all evil?" Is that not what daddy and son worship with all their supposedly, "new found friends?"

Not having any real Development legislation nor on-time budget hearings was common during the time of Perez a/k/a De Venecia because like his wife who is from the world of Showbiz and Fanfare, bodabil as well as being under extreme Demonic influence and surrounded by lieutenants who were deeply enmeshed with Drugs and the Drug Business like the former deposed President and his factotum who is now a senator, was more into Excesses and boasted of an Extravagant Lifestyle where his mansion in Dasmariñas Village functioned like a five-star hotel and restaurant 29 full hours a day.

Joey's buddy, Jun

Cory Babysitter of Jun

CAUTION:  Too much sitting on the baby can cause cancer in the behinds.  Please exercise extreme care.

Ping Lacson

Of course, this was not so when he was out of power.  But once Congressman Perez a/k/a De Venecia once more attained to the speakership, he was again the ebullient and magnificent host and the benefactor from Hell (not Heaven) dispensing favors to the Chosen and the Favored of his group's Satanic Coven. With the daemonic spins he and the underworld elements were weaving, with Archbishop Lagdameo in his tow, together with Archbishop Cruz, the atheists side by side and the secret agnostics called the Yellow Army of the Cory Aquino, the Lopez clan-the Victoria Garchitorena-Corazon Soliman-Fr. Vicente Romano et al group of Sexual Perverts and Deviants, the communists and pseudo-communists, and the mendicant or else co-opted nincompoops in media it was easy to dominate the air and paint a picture that the country is going to the dogs and that they were justified in attempting to feed Gloria Macapagal Arroyo to the dogs, too.

The Church will never gain anything positive at all, too.  Like their political counterparts, the clergy will merely be mortgaging their souls to Hell Habitat Banking Company and its residents.  But nothing good will be gained by the priests, bishops, archbishops, nuns and mother superiors for becoming rebels at a time when no revolution can ever be justifiably called for.

Here in the Philippines neither politics nor religion will ever be in their safe sanctums anytime.

What Cong. Perez a/k/a De Venecia and Lagdameo and their fellow Demon Lovers are trying to kill that is in the possession of government, are actually in themselves.  And more.  For their pact with the Dark and Evil Forces since the previous administration that saw them in full power and throttle have made them truly a bane to this country.

This bastardization ought to stop.

What to do?

The idol of the communists, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin once asked:  What is to be done?

I feel that a Leninist Revolution will not erase the Demon Worshippers in our midst.

No one knows if this V sign will still work.  But, pray to God, that the power and influence of the Devil Worshippers and Satanists will not bring this country down to the lowest pits howsoever.  If we still pray.  If we believe.

I’m not sure what could be done, except to pray.  To pray and not do the deeds that will complement the acts of the Satanists and Devil Worshippers.  In the time of the campaigns to defeat Hitler, people showed the V (for Victory) sign with two fingers, being as it was, according to fortune tellers and psychics, at the time the most powerful symbol that would weaken the evil forces summoned by Adolf Hitler to control Germany and other portions of Europe and by Japanese military hawks to control major parts of Asia in the Axis Powers configuration.

Pray to angels and archangels to stop daemonically inspired people like Perez, Gina Perez Perez a/k/a Gina De Venecia, Cory, Cruz, Lacson, Estrada, Chato, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera from being able to continue to do the will of the Devil.

May they be struck down dead by the Wrath of God before they destroy all of our country's cherished institutions and the entire future of coming generations.

Io mi offro come baby sitter.

It's Independence Eve. here in Israel, there are parties every where, you can hear music where ever you go...and Little Dov (again, temporary....) decided to dance into the world tonight of all nights and spend his first day on Earth surrounded by utter joy, music and hope.

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Mazal Tov, to the happy parents: The Plucked Rat and Mog (aka Baab), and to the grandparents whom I love so.

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• contacter une plateforme ou un organisme agréé de services à la personne. L’entreprise ou l’association sera alors l’employeur de votre salarié(e) ;
• trouver vous-même la baby-sitter ou la nourrice, sur un portail dédié aux services à la personne ou en passant une petite annonce. Vous deviendrez un particulier employeur, c’est-à-dire que votre garde d’enfants sera votre salarié(e).

Ah oui ? Et pourquoi ça ?

Comme vous le savez, Célya-mon-Au-Pair nous quitte fin Avril, après 20 mois dans notre famille. Il fallait donc trouver sa remplaçante.

Après de long mois de recrutement et un dossier "Au-Pair" de 30 cm d'épaisseur (notre photo !), 2 jeunes filles "short-listées" (Julia et Anne-Kathrin) sont venues passer chacune un week-end ici à la maison.

Oui mais voilà, à partir de début mai, nous quittons l'Angleterre pour nous "ré-introduire" au Luxembourg. La question que mes parents se sont posés était "Avons-nous vraiment besoin d'une Au-Pair ?".

Plusieurs arguments orientaient la réponse vers la négative:

- J'ai 2 ans et demi, je suis donc bien plus autonome qu'à l'âge de 8 mois !

- Au Luxembourg, je serai dans une crèche du lundi au vendredi, du matin au soir.

- Je garderai mon bilinguisme. Ma nouvelle crèche sera anglophone, Maman me parlera toujours anglais, Papa français, et la langue dominante dans la ville de Luxembourg est le français.

- La réglementation luxembourgeoise ne reconnaît plus le statut d'Au Pair depuis 2003. Nous devrons donc signer maintenant un vrai contrat de travail, payer des charges sociales, des impôts, 5 semaines de congé payé, des heures supplémentaires, pas de possibilité de travail le dimanche... bref , un contrat de "personnel de maison". En dehors de l'aspect financier des choses qui n'aurait pas été un obstacle en soi, ce n'est pas vraiment ce que souhaite mes parents. Il préfère considérer l'Au Pair comme un membre de notre famille qui partage notre vie, pas comme une salariée.

- Papa ayant sa société sur place, il n'aura plus besoin s'absenter une semaine par mois de la maison.

- Notre maison sera à 3 minutes du bureau de Maman, elle pourra donc me déposer à la crèche le matin.

- La promiscuité, même dans une grande maison, est quoi qu'on en dise, une réelle contrainte pour tout le monde. Gérer les humeurs de chacun, les demandes de considération, d'indépendance, d'affection, et de compréhension mutuelle n'est pas chose aisée.

Mais d'un autre coté:

- Nous aurons une grannnnnde maison à Luxembourg, donc nous aurions largement de la place pour la loger.

- Avoir une Au Pair éviterait à mes parents de chercher une baby sitter de libre pour chacune de leur soirée... et de se lever le matin à 7h, quand je me réveille en pleine forme !

- Mes grands-parents sont à 1000 Km et je les vois peu. Il était donc intéressant pour moi que je sois en "relation affective" avec d'autres personnes que mes parents, venant d'un autre pays.

Conclusion:

Maintenant la décision a été prise : je n'aurai pas d'Au Pair au Luxembourg. La situation sera réévaluée pour septembre 2009. Je rentrerai (si tout va bien) à l'International School of Luxembourg, et les cours se terminant à 15h30, il faudra trouver une organisation satisfaisante.

Rédacteur : Patrick-Robin, mon Papa.

Nefiind parinte inca si neavand contact foarte mult cu copiii nici in familie (nici macar nepotei) pentru mine aceste experiente au fost memorabile.Atunci le-am descoperit atat natura gingasa dar am aflat si cat de important e sa ai nervii tari :) cand ai de-a face cu ei .

Primul copilas pe care l-am avut in grija era un baietel la vreo 3 ani ( recomandat de Lore, turturica -numele de "scena").Ei bine instructiunile din partea mamei erau clare: copilul trebuia sa fie in pat la ora 9h00 si nu trebuia sa-l las sa manance zahar ( what????).Da, se pare ca-i placeau foarte mult cuburile de zahar, un pic prea mult pentru varsta lui. ok zic!
Si incepuram noi sa ne jucam , sa ne alergam si cum intorceam eu un pic capul , el tushti
in bucatarie la cutia cu zahar. Avea si o viteza si o energie, deh , de la zahar . :) Mi-a facut de vreo doua ori asha, pana cand am zis sa incerc sa-l "sperii" un pic si ma ascundeam ( ei da, voi care sunteti parinti ma intelegeti mai bine).Si nemaivazandu-ma incepea sa tipe, ii era teama si asha o jumatate de ora uita de zahar si statea numai langa mine sa nu ma piarda din ochi.Dar doar o jumatate de ora.Oricum intre timp obosisem si eu,si nu trecusera decat vreo 2-3 ore.Maica-sa ajungea aproape de miezul noptii si smecherul, cum "lasam garda jos", fugea spre bucatarie.Era un copil foarte frumos, dar extraordinar de obositor.Benjamin cred ca il chema (nu mai stiu).

Era aproape de ora 9 si eu trebuia sa-l culc.Pe cine? alerga impielitatul prin casa in timp ce eu cascam de nu mai puteam.Eram obosita si nu voiam decat... un cub de zahar :)
Vazand ca nu se potoleste mi-am luat haina pe mine , m-am incaltat i-am zis ca plec (nu c-as fi plecat, dar voiam sa-i vad reactia) si facu ochii mari (his big brown eyes) si incepu sa planga .Bineinteles, a zis ca nu mai face si m-a pupat pe obraz. Cum sa nu-l crezi? pe acest mic manipulator.Au mai urmat iar o serie de alergaturi prin casa si joaca ...cand vad un mic cascat.Finally.Era aproape 11H30 si a zis ca vrea sa doarma ... S-a terminat totul cu bine si asta a fost seara mea petrecuta cu Benjamin.

Au mai urmat o serie de experiente la fel de memorabile .Toate acestea se intamplau in perioda studentiei pe cand eram in Franta.Aici am avut ocazia sa participam si la niste nunti ale francezilor in calitate de baby sitter.Practic exista o locatie separata de alaiul nuntii in care stateam noi cu copii.

Aici din punctul meu de vedere cel mai greu a fost sa ne "luptam" cu vreo 20 de copilasi , desi eram 3 fete (o adevarata echipa de babysittere, romance ).Majoritatea copilasilor era constituita de bebelusi.Dupa papica, mai greu era cu somnul.A fost o mare incercare , pentru mine cel putin.Mi-aduc aminte ca am si o poza de atunci, dupa ce am reusit sa adormim un bebe (dupa ore intregi de incercari).

Tot in cadrul unei nunti , am avut in grija 6 copii ale caror varste variau de la 3 ani la 13 ani.Nu a fost usor nici aici.Cu cat cresc cu atat e mai greu sa-i strunesti :) Energia si curiozitatea a impins grupul meu de "babies" spre mult boacane in acea seara : ba spre a arunca cu pietricele in niste pestisori dintr-un bazin din apropiere.Dupa ce au fost mustrati din cauza asta, si-au mutat centrul de atentie catre niste caini spre care au inceput sa arunce cu apa.Era din ce in ce mai greu sa-i stapanesc , cel mic de 3 ani actiona si el conform celorlati (puterea exemplului).Nu aveam cum sa-i iau de urechi, ca doar nu erau ai mei. :) In sfarsit ne asezam si noi la masa, sperand ca foamea i-a rapus si le-a luat orice chef de alte prostii.
Deodata cea mai mare , care de obicei dadea tonul in toate, face ea o legatura intre baloanele cu care era ornata terasa unde eram, si cutitasele pentru friptura. Fata asta da rautate, ce as fi luat-o de par...Intr-un final s-a terminat si nunta asta, cu bine.

Am mai avut in grija apoi o fetiza, in timp ce parintii ei ieseau seara.Colette o chema, 2 anisori .Dupa ce ne-am uitat la un film de desene animat a si adormit, ehe , tot sa ai copii din astia.
Ultima mea experientza ca baby sitter am avut-o cu doi copii, frati ( sora si frate) cam la 10 -11 ani .Ii luam de la scoala o data pe saptamana, ajungeam acasa , le dadam sa manance (pregatita de mama lor) si apoi faceam temele.Cumintei .Fata foarte inteligenta insa, incepusem cu ea cursuri de engleza si pe alocuri de romana, desteapta intr-adevar.Chiar mi-a placut "sa lucrez" cu ei.

Ca sa trag o concluzie, in general copilasii sunt simpatici, sunt simpatici pentru ca te fac sa intri in lumea lor, cea fara griji, in lumea lor naiva si inocenta (asta indiferent cat de obositori ar fi la un moment dat).Dar parintii stiu cel mai bine, right?

Peristiwa ini terjadi pada tahun 1996 saat aku lulus SMP Swasta di Jakarta. Pada waktu itu aku dan kawan-kawanku main ke rumahku, sementara papa dan mama tidak ada di rumah. Adi, Dadang, Abe dan Aponk main ke rumahku, kami berlima sepakat untuk menonton VCD porno yang di bawa oleh Aponk, yang memang kakak iparnya mempunyai usaha penyewaan VCD di rumahnya. Aponk membawa 4 film porno dan kami serius menontonnya. Tanpa diduga Mbak Marni mengintip kami berlima yang sedang menonton, wakti itu usia Mbak Marni 28 tahun dan belum menikah, karena Mbak Marni sejak berumur 20 tahun telah menjadi baby sitterku.

Tanpa disadari aku ingin sekali melihat dan melakukan hal-hal seperti di dalam VCD porno yang kutonton bersama dengan teman-teman. Mbak Marni mengintip dari celah pintu yang tidak tertutup rapat dan tidak ketahuan oleh keempat temanku.
"Maaf yah, gue mau ke belakang dulu..."
"Ya... ya... tapi tolong ditutup pintunya ya", jawab keempat temanku.
"Ya, nanti kututup rapat", jawabku
aku keluar kamarku dan mendapati Mbak Marni di samping pintuku dengan nafas yang tersengal-sengal.
"Hhmm... hmm, Mas Ton", Mbak Marni menegurku seraya membetulkan posisi berdirinya.
"ada apa Mbak ngintip-ngintip Tonny dan kawan-kawan?" tanyaku keheranan.
Hatiku berbicara bahwa ini kesempatan untuk dapat melakukan segala hal yang tadi kutonton di VCD porno.

Perlahan-lahan kukunci kamarku dari luar kamar dan aku berpura-pura marah terhadap Mbak Marni.
"Mbak, apa-apaan sih ngintip-ngintip segala."
"Hmm... hmm, Mbak mau kasih minum untuk teman-teman Mas Tonny", jawabnya.
"Nanti aku bilangin papa dan mama loh, kalo Mbak Marni ngintipin Tonny", ancamku, sembari aku pergi turun ke bawah dan untuknya kamarku berada di lantai atas.
Mbak Marni mengikutiku ke bawa, sesampainya di bawah,"Mbak Marni, kamu ngintipin saya dan teman-teman itu maksudnya apa?"tanyaku.
"Mbak, ingin kasih minum teman-teman Mas Tonny."
"Kok, Mbak nggak membawa minuman ke atas", tanyaku dan memang Mbak Marni ke atas tanpa membawa minuman.
"Hmm... hmm..." ucap Mbak Marni mencari alasan yang lain.

Dengan kebingungan Mbak Marni mencari alasan yang lain dan tidak disadari olehnya, aku melihat dan membayangkan bentuk tubuh dan payudara Mbak Marni yang ranum dan seksi sekali. Dan aku memberanikan diri untuk melakukan permainan yang telah kutonton tadi.

"Sini Mbak"
"Lebih dekat lagi"
"Lebih dekat lagi donk..."
Mbak marni mengikuti perintahku dan dirinya sudah dekat sekali denganku, terasa payudaranya yang ranum telah menyentuh dadaku yang naik turun oleh deruan nafsu.
ali duduk di meja makan sehingga Mbak Marni berada di selangkanganku.

"Mas Tonny mau apa", tanyanya.
"Mas, mau diapain Mbak", tanyanya, ketikan aku memegang bahunya untuk di dekatkan ke selangkanganku.
"Udah, jangan banyak tanya", jawabku sembari aku melingkari kakiku ke pinggulnya yang seksi.
"Jangan mas... jangan Mas Tonny", pintanya untuk menghentikanku membuka kancing baju baby sitterku.
"Jangan Mas Ton,jangan... jangan..." tolaknya tanpa menampik tanganku yang membuka satu persatu kancing bajunya.

Sudah empat kancing kubuka dan aku melihat bukit kembar di hadapanku, putih mulus dan mancung terbungkus oleh BH yang berenda. Tanpa kuberi kesempatan lagi untuk mengelak, kupegang payudara Mbak Marni dengan kedua tanganku dan kupermainkan puting susunya yang berwarna coklat muda dan kemerah-merahan.

"Jangan... jangaan Mas Tonny"
"Akh.. akh.. jangaan, jangan Mas"
"Akh... Akh.. akh"
"Jangan... Mas Tonn"

Aku mendengar Mbak Marni mendesah-desah, aku langsung mengulum puting susunya yang belum pernah dipegang dan dikulum oleh seorang pria pun. Aku memasukan seluruh buah dadanya yang ranum kedalam mulutku sehingga terasa sesak dan penuh mulutku. "Okh.. okh.. okh.." desahan nafas Mbak marni seperti lari 12 kilometer. Kupegang tangan Mbak Marni untuk membuka celana dalamku dan memegang kemaluanku. Tanpa diberi aba-aba, Mbak Marni memegang kemaluanku dan melakukan gerakan mengocok dari ujung kemaluanku sampai pangkal kemaluanku.

"Okh... okh... Mbak.. Mbaak"
"Teruss... ss.. Mbak"
"Mass.. Mas.. Tonny, saya tidak kuat lagi"
Mendengar itu lalu aku turun dari meja makan dan kubawa Mbak Marni tiduran di bawah meja makan. Mbak Marni telentang di lantai dengan payudara yang menantang, tanpa kusia-siakan lagi kuberanikan untuk meraba selangkangan Mbak Marni . Aku singkapkan pakaiannya ke atas dan kuraba-raba, aku merasakan bahwa celana dalamnya sudah basah. Tanganku mulai kumasukkan kedalam Cd-nya dan aku merasakan adanya bulu-bulu halus yang basah oleh cairan liang kewanitaannya.

"Mbak, dibuka yang celananya." Mbak Marni hanya megangguk dua kali. Sebelum kubuka, aku mencoba memasukan tejunjukku ke dalam liang kewanitaannya. Jari telunjukku telah masuk separuhnya dan kugerakan telunjukku seperti aku memanggil anjingku.

"Shs... Shss.. sh"
"Cepat dibuka", pinta Mbak Marni
Kubuka celananya dan kulempar ke atas kursi makan, aku melihat kemaluannya yang masih Orisinil dan belum terjamah serta bulu-bulu yang teratur rapi. Aku mulai teringat akan film VCD porno yang kutonton dan kudekatkan mulutku ke liang kewanitaannya. Perlahan-lahan kumainkan lidahku di sekitar liang surganya, ada rasa asem0asem gurih di lidahku dan keberanikan lidahku untuk memainkan bagian dalam liang kewanitaannya. Kutemukan adanya daging tumbuh seperti kutil di dalam liang kenikmatannya, kumainkan daging itu dengan lidahku.

"Massh... Mass.."
"Mbak mau kelluaar..."
Aku tidak tahu apa yang dimaksud dengan "Keluar", tetapi aku semakin giat memainkan dangin tumbuh tersebut. Tanpa kusadari ada cairan yang keluar dari liang kewanitaannya yang kurasakan di lidahku, kulihat liang kewanitaan Mbak Marni telah basah dengan campuran air liurku dan cairan liang kewanitaannya. Lalu aku merubah posisiku dengan berlutut dan kuarahkan batang kemaluanku ke luang senggamanya, karena sejak tadi kemaluanku tegang. "Slepp... slepp" Aku merasakan kehangatan luar biasa di kepala kemaluanku.

"Mass... Mass pellann dongg..." Kutekan lagi kemaluanku ke dalam liang surganya. "Sleep... Sleep" dan, "Heck... heck", suara Mbak Marni tertahan saat kemaluanku masuk seluruhnya ke dalam liang kewanitaanya. "Mass... Mass... pelaan..." Nafsu birahiku telah sampai ke ubun-ubun dan aku tidak mendengar ucapan Mbak Marni. Maka kupercepat gerakanku.
"heeck... heck.. heck.. tolong... tollong Mass pelan-pelan" tak lama kemudian, "Mas Tonny, Mbaak keluaar laagi" Bersamaan dengan itu kurasakan desakan yang hebat dalam kepala kemaluanku yang telah disemprot oleh cairan kewanitaan Mbak Marni. Maka kutekan sekuat-kuatnya kemaluanku untuk masuk seluruhnya ke dalam liang kewanitaan Mbak Marni. Kudekap erat tubuh Mbak Marni sehingga agak tersengal-sengal, tak lama kemudia, "Croot... Croot" spermaku masuk ke dalam liang kewanitaan Mbak Marni.

Setelah Mbak Marni tiga kali keluar dan aku sudah keluar, Mbak Marni lemas di sampingku. Dalam keadaan lemas aku naik ke dadanya dan aku minta untuk dibersihkan kemaluanku dengan mulutnya. Dengan sigap Mbak Marni menuruti permintaanku. Sisa spermaku disedot oleh Mbak Marni sampai habis kedalam mulutnya. Kami melakukan kira-kira sampai tiga jam, tanpa kusadari teman-temanku teriak-terika karena kunci pintu kamarku sewaktu aku keluar tadi."Tonny... tolong bukain donk, pintunya" Maka cepat-cepat kuminta Mbak Marni menuju ke kamarnya untuk berpura-pura tidur dan aku naik ke atas dan membukakan pintu kamarku. Bertepatan dengan aku keatas mamaku pulang naik taksi. Dan kuminta teman-temanku untuk makan oleh-oleh mamaku lalu kusuruh pulang.

Setelah seluruh temanku pulang dan mamaku istirahat dikamar menunggu papa pulang. Aku ke kamar Mbak Marni untuk meminta maaf, atas perlakuanku yang telah merenggut keperawanannya.
"Mbak, maafin Tonny yah!"
"Nggak apa-apa Mas Tonny, Mbak juga rela kok"
"keperawanan Mbak lebih baik diambil sama kamu dari pada sama supir tetangga", jawab Mbak Marni. Dengan kerelaannya tersebut maka, kelakuanku makin hari makin manja terhadap baby sitterku yang merawatku semenjak usiaku sembilan tahun. Sejak kejadian itu kuminta Mbak Marni main berdiri, main di taman, main di tangga dan mandi bersama, Mbak Marni bersedia melakukannya.

Hingga suatu saat terjadi, bahwa Mbak Marni mengandung akibat perbuatanku dan aku ingat waktu itu aku kelas dua SMa. Papa dan mamaku memarahiku, karena hubunganku dengan Mbak Marni yang cantik wajahnya dan putih kulitnya. Aku dipisahkan dengan Mbak Marni, Mbak Marni dicarikan suami untuk menjadi bapak dari anakku tersebut.

Sekarang aku merindukan kebersamaanku dengan Mbak Marni, karena aku belum mendapatkan wanita yang cocok untukku. Itulah kisahku para pembaca, sekarang aku sudah bekerja di perusahaan ayahku sebagai salah satu pimpinan dan aku sedang mencari tahu kemana Mbak Marni, baby sitterku tersayang dan bagaimana kabarnya Tonny kecilku.

If you can't find a babysitter for date night, Shay Carl's 'Date night' youtube video might give you hope:

I think this neat phrase actually captures the essential difference between the modern Tourist and the intrepid Traveller.

Tourists go to a new place to wonder at how different it all is. The idea is to somehow get to a point where you feel lost, baby-like and in constant need of looking after. And a whole paraphernalia has developed to cosset you in this place. Resorts, guides, concierges, charter flights - the works. The more I think about this, the more I can see its attraction. In a world that demands a lot from each person, a 'touristy holiday' is exactly what you need. To leave the cares of existence and move to the cossetting of childhood. In such a situation, I can see how the Baby Sitter idea works.

The Brain Doctor comes in when you meet Travellers. Travellers 'go away' for exactly the opposite reason. They go to conquer. Not for them the innocent pleasure of regression. They want to know about a place, its history, its mores, its people, its cabbies, its underbelly. They want to know a place so well, they can soon almost call it their own. Carrying this train of thought further, Travellers clearly are from the same cultural/genetic/orientation pool as Genghis Khan, except they travel alone and generally do not behead the vanquished. But the self-absorbed need to conquer is evident. And, it is for such people, that the Guide becomes a Brain Doctor.

The hassle of all these made me miss the good ol' day back home in Indonesia. Since daycare is not a common concept back home, at least not when I was growing up nor in the early years of 2000, a child stays home with a family member such as grandma. Also common in Indonesia (particularly the capital city Jakarta) where most family with children has in-house nannies or baby sitter or suster (which means nurse, in Bahasa). Unlike the baby sitter concept in the Western countries, these ones live with the family and their job is to mind the child(ren) only. Other household chores like cleaning or cooking is not her job unless it's related to the child(ren). Pembantu or servant does the rest of household duties. Surprised that a family in a developing country (though some would categorized Indonesia as a poor country) could afford a servant and a nanny? Don't be. They're not paid as well as their 'colleague' in the Western countries, unfortunately. As a matter of fact, it's probably safe to say that they're underpaid.

Dressed in white uniforms, most susters do not have any formal nursing background. Theoretically, they'd get a basic child care training before start working. While for the baby sitters or nannies, mostly young ladies who are not as 'qualified' as the susters. They're probably a family member of the pembantu (servant) who's already 'established' and staying with the family. Or somebody they know from kampung (village). This is the common method of finding a nanny. Other option would be to call the 'penyalur' or agent, with a risk of getting a complete stranger.

A mom with two children and two nannies or susters in a mall is not an uncommon sight. Are Indonesian women really that spoiled? Well, yes and no. [1] Yes, because like I mentioned above, nannies or susters are underpaid yet they are required to take care of the child mostly all day. They usually ended up doing the other chores outside caring for the children. I've seen this so many times. And taking the nanny to mind your child so you can focus on the shopping at the mall is really a sign of a spoiled woman. [2] No, because it was probably the mother's intention to take the nanny out to a mall as a treat (while still taking care of the child). The chance for the last reasoning is probably 20%.

Just like in the movie The Nanny Diaries, one could see them at preschools or schools (elementary, that is), waiting for the bratty kids. Mostly ended up as the backpack carrier while the kids spend their allowance money on jajanan or snacks/candies. The mall is also a common place where nannies would be seen. Other place that I could think of would be around the neighborhood. Ganging up together, gossiping about how bad they're being treated at home, or talking about the cute walking-amateur photographer who's doing door-to-door offering service to mostly nannies or house maids.

It's not strange to see nannies or susters with a bowl of food trying to hand/spoon feed the kids. Normally, a child is being hand/spoon fed until they're about 8 or 9 years old. This feeding time is usually given after the kids got up from nap time, they'd be given mandi by the nannies (mandi is a term in Bahasa; comes from 'kamar mandi' which means stall shower. Indonesians do not have the Western shower system, the way Indonesians take 'shower' is by scooping the water using a laddle or gayung from the water tub, pouring the water over the body and hair to clean it, lather up with soap or shampoo, then pour the water again to wash it off). I love this afternoon ritual because I could play with my friends and eat the street vendor's food (jajanan) who'd park their bicycle or push cart in the corner near my house. Oh, and to watch those nannies chasing after the kids with a spoon of rice on her hand.

The Latest News From Jackson Press - Gov't Baby-sitter

This one'll be short and sweet, ladies and gentlemen. I've got a lot on my plate this week with personal projects and it's already been a gawd-awfully long week at work - many hours of standing around watching people more qualified than I try to solve technical problems that I don't really understand. I am technology management at it's best!

For my part, every now and then I'll throw an idea or recommendation out to the more qualified technical people, who nod politely and contemplate my simple suggestion for all of two seconds before moving on to more complicated possibilities. They give me the look that indulging adults give excited little kids as they listen to children's tall tales with reserved good humor.

I tend to always look for the simple solution, the one easiest to implement with the least level of effort. Call me lazy, call me rational, hopefully you'll say it's common sense. Why try the hard stuff before you've exhausted the easy possibilities? But there's a great saying that goers "For every complicated problem there's a simple solution - and IT'S WRONG!!!!"

Originally I was likened my role in this project as that of baby-sitter, but I am wrong. These particular people are smart professionals and they don't need baby-sat. And I have the greatest faith that they will do all they can to solve the current problem we face.

But don't get me wrong; there are many, many, many people working for government who require a baby-sitter to insure the job gets done, sometimes even correctly! The government payroll would be half as fat as it currently is if we were to ever retire all of these baby-sitter positions that exist within the various levels of government.

But baby-sitting is a good, honorable government profession that I am proud to be in. As I always say these days, being a parent was the best preparation for my job, my MBA degree be damned!

There's a new Civil Servitude - go enjoy it! And thanks for reading.

Quit touching your sister and
stay on your own side of the seat!!

ELLINGTON, Conn. - Julie Adkins-Gasque never worried when she spotted a fresh bruise on her 1-year-old son. He just played rough with the baby sitter's son, she thought.

Yet there was the working mom on Thursday, burying her boy, Elijah Gasque, in a snow-covered rural cemetery and trying to understand how he wound up with a fractured skull in the care of the 25-year-old sitter, Yalines Torres.

"What, did he cry too much for her? I don't know why she would do it," Adkins-Gasque said after the funeral. "I'm angry. I'm confused. I'm blank sometimes. I miss my son."

A judge in Hartford arraigned Torres on a murder charge Thursday and set her bail at $1 million in the child's death last weekend. Torres told investigators his head smacked a door frame as she ran around with him slung over her shoulder in a sleeping bag.

Stunned by arrest
A family friend, Mayra Velazquez, said she was stunned by the arrest.

"She's a good mother," Velazquez said through an interpreter. "She takes care of her kids."

Adkins-Gasque, 23, said she met Torres two months ago through a friend and asked her to watch her son as much as five days a week. She noticed fresh bruises on him four or five times, but she said Torres told her Elijah sometimes fought with her son over toys.

"I thought she was letting her son get out of control," Adkins-Gasque said. "I thought that's just the way it was."

Last Thursday, Elijah came home with a fresh bruise on his forehead, his mother said. But she left her son with at Torres' apartment in Hartford again Friday because she had to work and couldn't find or afford a different sitter.

Conflicting statements
According to a police report, Torres called Adkins-Gasque at her job at a fast-food restaurant that night and told her that Elijah had a seizure and collapsed during a game of ring-around-the-rosy.

When officers arrived, Torres made conflicting statements to them about the injury, saying her 2-year-old son struck him in the head with a toy xylophone, and that Elijah may have been hurt when he fell after she twirled him in the air and set him down, the report states.

After more questioning, Torres said the child was injured in a game in which she bundled him in a sleeping bag and jogged through her apartment with the bag slung over her shoulder, according to the report.

Going through one doorway, Torres lost her balance and the bag struck the door frame twice, police said.

She told investigators she heard the boy whimper.

When she opened the bag, the boy was pale and not breathing, the report states.

The child died at a hospital the next day. The police report noted Elijah had a skull fracture and bleeding in the brain, and the medical examiner's office ruled the death a homicide.

Torres admitted she had initially lied about the boy's injuries because she was afraid people would think she intentionally hurt the boy if she told the truth, police said.

Death penalty, life in prison possible
She was initially charged with risk of injury to a minor and reckless endangerment and was released on bond Tuesday. After reviewing the medical examiner's report, officers re-arrested her late Wednesday and charged her with capitol felony, a murder charge that carries a possible death penalty or life in prison without parole if she is convicted.

On Thursday, Hartford Superior Judge Carl Taylor granted defense attorney Claudia Jones' request to keep Torres on suicide watch at the state women's prison.

Jones declined comment after the hearing.

Torres, who was shackled and dressed in jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, didn't speak during her court appearance, but was overcome with emotion and had to sit down.

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But the little Booger laughed lots when I left them at home today, and the EI is coming today too. The apartment seemed very quiet and empty last night. I am not used to coming home to that. Good thing B is coming back on Saturday already. On Sunday is the yearly DS Christmas party. I am really looking forward to it this year. We have made so many new friends and there should be a few younger ones that Vince showing up too. Singing, snacks and a visit fr Santa too of course.

Runny nose, red eyes, but my favorite bug in the world!