Yah , before I start I noticed that the title sounds like a porno , but you have to know that someone almost got screwed in the storyline ( again metaphorically speaking , damn it ! stop fantasizing about it ) …

I was planning on starting writing my scrip yesterday, when one of the guys called and asked if I took my bike for a ride lately. Apparently, the police managed to know the source of all the criminal activities; its bikes. These include drugs , rape , fraud , global warming , terrorism , you name it . So, what they do is check for license  and registration . you know you're ok if you're a registered drug dealer.

Anyway, I should do this sooner or late so I thought the sooner the better.  I went to the evening shift at local traffic department and they told me they don’t do bikes. I had to drive 80 km to a town I did not like for two main reasons: all the streets there end up with a curve , I shit you not. for  some reason they don’t do straight streets , and a street that points exactly to the directions ( N, W , E , S ) is out of the question. And the second reason is mainly because the people there symbolize the modern materialistic human being (that’s a fancy way of saying they're all a bunch of assholes). I tell you, you walk in, you stay for one hour you see more assholes than a public toilet seat in Heathrow airport. I'm not stereotyping anybody here. But, all the people there are assholes with no exception. Enough said.

I went there , spoke to the so called " officer in charge " he asked me back , " do bikes have license ? " . Things like that leave you speechless with the additional urge of pointing your finger at the silly fuck. Anyways after so many attempts to convince him that its not like horse registration in the good ol' days, the guy told me to come back tomorrow morning ..

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You know you're fucked when the job description section in your contract has nothing written in it. You could be the boss bitch for all they care. That’s what happened to me. Not that I'm complaining about it, I mean they pay me well, and this bitch is pretty satisfied. However, I get annoyed when ever some new fetish pops up. Or the need to satisfy a couple of persons (I'm taking this metaphor too far. For those who didn’t notice the metaphor I would like to say my asshole never seen the light so stop fantasizing about it).

Here's a new thing I have to deal with. The big boss wants me to shoot a documentary or and advertisement (it severs many purposes so its hard to be categorized) and here's the catch; they're not paying for it.  And apparently that’s not enough, they have conditions. It should be music free and female free. I don’t know how this thing would be appealing. I could work hard but at best we might end up with something that looks like " broke down humpin' "  with no music , so you can hear all the squashy sounds. GROSS.

I have only one thing to do. Pump in a lot of violence and action, which needs a lot of money. So, were back to square one.

You know some clients are so hard to satisfy.

  I got a really sloppy movie scripts to make. I better get to writing.  

Bye.

I've heard people bitching about their love lives “I can't find love “or “love is too hard to be found “

Ok, I'm not saying I'm an expert on the subject but my advice is to stop bitching for too main reason:

1.      People really cannot care less about you.

2.      You're not making any scene.

The first reason is pretty obvious, but the second we might need to explain. But first we should shed some light on the matter of love and hate. Amongst all feelings, love and hate are the most known for blowing things out of proportion. When you hate someone you see all his disadvantages and sometimes you're imagination adds some more. On the other hand, when you love someone, all his flaws become really small to a degree you agree to put them all aside or look the other side and enjoy the intoxicating feeling. This is me trying to rationalize the matter and might be wrong.

Thus, we come to the main topic “love is made and not found”. That means you don't go looking for someone special, you just go looking for someone acceptable and fall in love with him/her/it. How can you fall in love with someone? That’s a book I might write one day ( maybe when I go to prison and have a lot of time on  my hands ) just look for something you like in someone and fall in love with it.

However we have a problem. Some of us are really picky. You should know that every one of us would like to have that perfect other. But in theory nobody is perfect. People are perfect on one point of view or two (tops). That's where you workout your emotions to perfect the picture in your mind.

And one more thing, you should account for your own flaws and get someone on your own level. And both of you try to mold into one love piece. Women and men on TV and on magazine covers aren't real. That's why they can't find love and get married 3 to 4 times a year (all in celerity's life).

And, if you're love life really sucks you should deal with it like real men do; drinking, drugs and suicide (just kidding). Go find someone, this world is over populated already.

When it comes to that question, people would despise any opinions other than what they have. They will give them names and categorize them as " basic " or " too  dull " or " not real " . in reality true love comes in many forms and colors. Fitting every person and the way they lead their life's. I would like to simplify the matter , but it in reality it is a vast world , where simplifying it would make a obscene and ugly metaphor.

 We established that love is a bond between two people. The simplest form of materialistic bonds is the rope. Ropes come in many shapes and forms , some are just silky thin and very attractive strings and some are rough and thick but yet strong. So when you see two hot people going at it, do not stereotype them just because they are different. But as you know , no mater how beautiful and soft silk is , id doesn’t hold strong.

 Some would say that religious people would not love. But I say they do in a more strong way. the spiritual love ,  though not really appealing to some , is one of the strongest bonds ever to be. It connects on a deeper level , but as a mentioned it looks a bit shabby and old fashion as a thick cotton rope.

 I have a suggestion for thos still trying to form a bond. I've seen the making of the best ropes and noticed that they make them with various threads of different materials. So if your have something going, put some silky sexy thread , some strong spreitual cotton thread , add a little flexible humerous rubber thread and you got a happy ending or beginning or whatever you want to name it . the thing you should there is a special perfect mixture for everyone , so be modest and careful.

Have fun..

Love, that mystic power that binds people and draws people together. It would be dull to perform a simplified definition of this phenomena. That was beyond the grasp of the most brilliant minds of the world's greatest philosophers. It is also useless to blow the concept out of proportion and follow the ways of the poets. However I will shed the light on the reason why people could not set a standard for love.

We've seen the movies and read love stories over and over again. The main flow of such material is the concept of " the happy ending " . in reality an ending of a love story is only the start. While women focus on the " happy ending " men are really concerned about what comes after , or as I like to call it " the aftermath ".

And that’s only a general example. Even among the same sex there are different understandings  that I will try to address later.