yoodi's posts with tag: sex
 | Category: | Music | | Genre: | Pop | | Artist: | Madonna |
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"We're not only a worldwide agency, we offers integrated communication solutions as well". That
is more or less the message that are send across when you browse
through the agency credential in an Adobe Flash Player format. "Let's give the client a 360 degrees approach" are often
mentioned in the board room discussion during initial sharing session
every time a new pitch came along the agency's way. These new pitches,
when they come along our way they really rush through the pipeline just
like this February rains that hit Jakarta and and flooded more than
half of the city. Speaking of the recent Jakarta flood, while some
might think that this writing not really knocked on facts....although I do think it is,
one thing I can say for sure is that Sutiyoso who is the governor of
Jakarta is absolutely and undeniably a real asshole for turning the
city public open spaces into a commodity and exchangeable to commercial
places which makes the city land totally helpless in absorbing rain
falls.
Anyway,
retreating from that line of thinking let's get back to that integrated
communication solutions consisting of so many lines from above, below,
and striking smack in the middle through it that would be enough to
makes any heads dizzy. The kind of dizziness that comes not only from
too much information but also the lack of basic understanding of what
they really are. Sometimes I can sense that the client does not
understand what the hell it is that they are seeing in the presentation
slides and probably more concern on how much all that is going to cost
their brand expenditure. The more sophisticated client on the other
hand knows exactly what are the problems the brand faces and the kind
of solutions that they needs and feels that they are being offered more
than what they required. It's like either offering someone who shop in
K-Mart an outfit by Alexander McQueen or showing a pair of Porsche in
different colors to someone who already have a 10 rooms villa in
Majorca overlooking the Mediterranean sea. Just from the brief they
wrote you can get a sense of what they are looking for and the kind of
urgency that need immediate solutions they seek from their agencies. It's
funny to see how instead of taking a careful look at the brief everyone
start to think they can turn the client's brand into a distinguish
brand and got all excited with "let's show them everything we have" attitude.
True, an all around approach to a brand communication can never hurt
the brand given the strategy is based on a insightful platform. So
don't you say that I don't have that "let's win this pitch"
outlook because I do. As unconventional an Ad man as I am, although not
crazy at all about award winning ad, I do realize at the end of the day
it's all about the freaking billing and bottom line. And if I am lucky
it would also means bonuses permitting the Gods of the advertising
universe are being merciful to the mortals. Nevertheless,
the facts that are sometimes forgotten in the midst of these excitement
are the urgency and priorities that the client seek for that particular
campaign, not to mention budget constraints which will always be the
angel of death in white hooded robe ready to strike with its sharp
scythe any creative ideas, even good ones if they threaten to exceed
the life of the corporate balance sheet. So to come up with the all
rounded approach combining the above, beyond and through the lines
works sometime look more like a showcase of ego rather than for the
sake of providing an integrated solutions. But
what kills me the most is to watch this bunch of highly skilled special
agents with creative license do their operative planning involve little
or no integrative thinking whatsoever between the inter - department
personnel. The whole development process sometimes is all about one
adapting to another's slide and expanding it. Still, it could turned
out to be one hell of an artsy and comprehensive presentation at the
end of the day. Will it actually of some use is still to be seen. If
the client for some reason found it to be useful and they feel they can
pay for it then it's great. Otherwise, to me the whole thing is just a
creative masturbation and self - inflicting pleasure leaving nothing
but cleaning up some spilled love stains at the end. Sure, go ahead
have a beer and smoke afterward but for sure swallowing the cold beer
and inhaling those nicotine is going to taste so much better if there
were some passionate screaming that you've done with someone else just
before that rather than shutting your eyes tight imagining some babes
in a glossy magazines. Some
might argue that getting it off that way still feels great. I could
relate to that, really. I mean in that last few seconds you don't
really care whether you're alone or with someone who will let you come
inside her or let you stay inside her mouth so she can swallow
everything. It really doesn't matter, does it ? So I guess I still have
the right to go have a cold beer and a smoke afterward just as if I
actually had a real sex. But
here's a thing that will be hard to swallow even for the cheapest,
ugliest, horniest and desperate street whore who would readily give you
a blow job in the filthiest public toilet. Better yet, here's another
analogy. There are two things that a guy fear the most during intimate
moments. One is he can't get it up and the other is pre - mature
ejaculation. For
the sake of being a good team player you have gone through that whole
process of trying to came up with an integrated views on your part that
will hang nicely with the mass communication method of the other team.
Everyone is then feels good that this all around approach will give all
the necessary leverage to the whole campaign. Of course I have prepared
myself with a cold beer and a pack of cigarette for the afterward and
sometimes I have to admit I can even bring myself looking forward to
the afterward smoke and self - cuddling. So come the presentation day
and everyone is all gungho and thirsty for client's blood. After which
you found out something terrifying during the presentation through all
the politeness the client can pull together. Either they told you that
they don't need to hear your part of of the presentation or they put up
with the whole presentation and later told you that for now just as
mentioned in the brief, they only needed to focus on the other
communication method. Perhaps on a later phase they would go with the
direction you have proposed in your part. Now,
this happened to me twice this week on two different campaigns. Imagine
this, you're lying there naked in bed with your woman and say "this never happen to me before" or " it's not you, it's me".
But if that happens twice in a week with that same woman I can say you
will either started to get really pissed with yourself or looking for
someone to blame. One thing for sure you can't bear to think that this
woman will start thinking you are another asshole in town besides the
governor. Image done by mikofanclub on Flickr
SCENE 1 (A view from a window. Wet roof in a rainy afternoon. Drops of water falling from the edge of the roof into a man-made pond below. Koi fishes swim beneath the surface. The ivy covered wall with its spreaded vines and full leaves are wet and looks so green and clean. The smell of wet grass flowing through the open window. The sounds of thunder in a distant from time to time.)
Turn out the light A lover's finger tips Warm and passionate A clamped oyster shell Wet and slippery
The rain outside And a movie classic A breeze of wind The smell of wet earth Mixed with lavender scent
SCENE 2 (Late Morning. Mug of hot coffee on the back terrace. A breeze of wind blows at a newly wet hair fresh from the shower. Scripts from a half done novel on the table, suspended by a several fresh water oyster shells. The sound of Michael Frank from a vinyl being played )
Loosely worn kimono A peek of soft belly Its soft fabric Shaping the curves And the rounded edges Scent of lavender On the smooth skin
SCENE 3 (Half dark air - conditioned room. The rustle of white sheet as cold bare skin seeking comfort and warm underneath. The sound of rain outside. The smell of wet earth flowing through an open bedroom window. A glimpse of Marlon Brando face in an opened cover of Last Tango in Paris DVD.)
Warm breath on a finger tip The sound of pillows being stacked The rain outside Brings the smell of wetness Lowering guarded feelings Letting out passionate longing For touches of pleasures Just like the rain Brings wet but warm feelings On the pond outside A fish swims underneath the surface Its skin wet and slippery Touching the shapes Tickling the curves Tingling rounded edges Exploring inner parts And like an oyster shell pried open The round beautiful pearl exposed Its surface wet and slippery It is felt and tasted The taste lingered On lips and tongue The smell mixed with lavender scent The flesh of a loving lover Reaching final destination In the center of her universe
Inspired by book 36 Views: A Play, by Naomi Iizuka. Image taken from the book cover design.
what comes in between ? not necessarily in this order. purity, innocence, curiosity, absorbing, growing, learning, playing, responsibility, vanity, attraction, lust, greed, ambition, sex, confusion, ambiguity, arrogancy, humility, pleasure, insecurity, wealth, poverty, sophistication, happiness, sorrow, cultural, creativity, confidence, shallowness, romance, love, hatred, sickness, family, lies, betrayal, friendship, sensitivity, ignorance, repentance, spiritual, peacefullness, death.
 The figure stood there in the dark half illuminated by the lamp clock coming from the access ramp. Its long figure stretch out in the night in a stand still yet fervently awaited a charge of energy that produced some mechanical thrust of solid throbbing piston like movement that will take it to reach an excited destination. Once in a while there were hissing sounds of breathless grunt that came from the pulsating broiler working over time. The steady flow of energy produced sent a wave of heat throughout the complex blood veins like maze and added the thick humidity already hanging in the damp and sticky air. The figure appeared to stretch further as the hissing sounds exhaled a rush of excess heat like warm breath cutting through a cold winter air. As it stretched and vibrate the figure came to life when the unseen force within created motion at slow steady pace. It was as if the slow burning coal from the broiler commanded all the mechanical muscles to moved action and in reaction with such perfect precision. As the pace increased the scent of wet and slippery lubrication from inside the axis grew stronger while clatter of motions grew louder and faster in orchestra – like harmony echoing the combustion of more heat breathing into the night. Fully charged motion at steady pace was moving with yet unknown destination but with controlled precision as if it was afraid to lose the power that would break the already perfect mechanical movement. Working in deep intimacy with one another, every mechanical muscles and its counter – part explored the crucial spot of every protruding parts to discover multiple height of momentums as the motion raced with time. Traveling through this seemingly unending journey the momentum reached certain new height gestured by a floating like bursting explosion that caused the motion to slowly relax and finally arrived at a complete halt. The figure again turned into a stand still while letting out last excess of hot steams into the night. With its now well lubricated axis the figure approached a silence station with its empty benches. The dark cold night once more accompanied the now lone figure staring at another lamp clock eagerly awaiting its next embarkation with anticipation of yet another breathtaking destination. Picture sources: Train - SORE's debut album "Centralismo" cover design by Mayumi Haryoto Woman and Clock - Louis Vitton Print Ad (source N/A)
 Imagine saying this when ordering something to drink in a cafe or coffee shop. When associated with sex perhaps the drink that come to mind would be something alcoholic in nature. However, it couldn't be more wrong as it turned out the world would choose coffee. This reminds me about an ad series by Absolut Vodka with a copy by William Shakespeare which says drinks "provokes the desire but takes away the performance". Curiously it makes me wonder how a male populated vodka drinkers in certain parts of the world are rated on their bedroom routine?
Getting back to the coffee issue, there have been scientific evidence relating caffeine to be not only act a stimulant that increases blood pressure but also to improve sexual functionalities of both men and women. It was recorded that after coffee was introduced in Europe there were more madames in the brothel houses of Europe that have a patented coffee making apparatus than men. This is simply a wonderful example of economic forms between the oldest profession in the world and a brand positioning that says coffee rules the bedroom.
It was also told that there was a petition by women in England in the 16th century against this liquor substance called coffee because it made the men think better. Now this for me is a little bit confusing. Was it bad that coffee makes men think better or was it just unthinkable that men were better in bed? Is this the same as saying that men think better with their penises? If truth were to be told, I have been accused of not using my brain and thinking rather from between the leg but trust me this definitely was not seen as being equal to brilliantly charming or clever.
Whatever the effects are of caffeine on the body metabolism, coffee has the heritage and history that relates to the mind and spirit. As well as to improve the process of oneness in physical intimacy for pleasures of the flesh, coffee was also known to help clear the path to enlightenment during spiritual process to achieve oneness with the divine.
Coffee or Qahwa as it was known during the Ottoman Empire and throughout the Arabic Peninsula was widely used in Sufism as a stimulant to leap from the earthly body in flight to becoming one with the grand universe.
In general terms Qahwa means wine but somehow the meaning was changed as the intake of any alcoholic substances was prohibited in Islam. Being denied the substance that was most common in other religions and cultures in order to reach nirvana, coffee then was discovered as the substance that helps clarity of the mind to reach the blessed state with God. Judging from this fact then maybe those women back in England did have a point that this Qahwa or the Wine of Islam do really make men think better.
Interesting as it is about the history and heritage of coffee I do wonder now if the term "let's go have coffee" should have a sexual implication attached to it? 
 | Category: | Books | | Genre: | Literature & Fiction | | Author: | Haruki Murakami |
A fiction about lost love of the past and the middle age crisis of a Tokyo business man. Murakami's literate poetic language tells the story surrounded with old jazz ambiance taking us into the quirky mind of a jazz owner club in Tokyo full with longing of undying childhood romance found again with renewed sensualities and dark complexities... 
The noise of busy airport terminal always sounds soothing to me. That female voice announcing flights flying off to cosmopolitan cities like Frankfurt and Prague or exotic destinations like Morocco and Bali is like an open invitation to escape the current dreading reality of my life. The transit terminal that morning smells of freshly brewed coffee from the coffee shops that just opened their doors to the global commuters from all around the world. By now I have a little less than an hour before its time to board the plane again continuing the flight to my final destination. I sit there in my usual corner table in one of the coffee shop with a cup of hot coffee in front of me. No, I never set foot in this place before but there was once upon a time that I declared every corner table all over the world to be mine. As expected this corner table in this busy transit terminal has my name on it.
I watched people come and go around me. The rush of business travelers hurried to meet their plane as if missing the next board meeting in some cities will proof to be deadly to their corporate careers. In deep contrast to the business travelers earlier I saw a couple of backpackers with their laid back attitude with all the time in the world on their side. My eyes caught the site of several stewardesses in different color uniforms with their compact hand carrier walked by in fast paced ignoring all the signage around them as if their beautiful long legs know exactly where to go. There is something comforting and intimate about stewardesses in the way they speak to you in a friendly and polite tone attending to your every need. I wonder how these women can manage to look so smart and attractive this early in the morning. Well, maybe Im just crazy about women in uniform.
I stared at a piece of white form in front of me wondering if I should fill it out now or later on board. I looked at my watch and saw that I still have enough time to leisurely finish my coffee and fill out the form if I wanted to. Secretly I have this longing desire to hear them announce that my flight would be delay therefore prolonging the time I can sit at my corner table. This could well be the reflection of my life at this moment which could use some transit time of its own from its everyday routines. Suddenly, I can just see my life sit at my corner table drinking my coffee in a busy international terminal without a care in the world while deciding which flight it choose to take to be the next destination, may that be an exotic or cosmopolitan ones.
I looked again at the white disembarkation form distributed on board earlier by a sweet looking oriental stewardess in a high split Chinese dress. I decided to just go ahead filling out the form. I filled out all the required information like name, passport number and flight number. After filling out the spaces stating my boring destination I see the boxes to check for Male or Female. This part always amuses me and I wonder why they use Sex as a heading instead of Gender. I felt like adding additional two boxes to choose for, Occasionally and Self Inflicting Pleasure.
Shattering my wish for the delay, I heard the announcement of my next flight. Grabbing my stuffs I start heading towards my gate. Choosing to walk instead of taking the automatic walkway I passed by the immigration counters with several line of people queuing. I noticed separate counters for Foreigners and Resident Passport Holders. They should have made one counter for me that marked Alien as I just didnt feel like belonging to this universe right now.
Thinking along that line as I entered and smells that familiar scent of an airline cabin staring at the sweet smiles and greetings of the stewardess I wondered maybe I shouldve chose Female in that form before and that might turn my life around a little bit. Emerging in my next boring destination re-born as a new person could be well what I needed now.
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