TROY POLAMALU'S CURLY LOCKS

by: MisS VictoriA DaviD

His long curly hair amuses me and his charming face melts my heart so slowly!!!

I love men especially the ones who has a bewitching looks and more importantly, virility. Being an ordinary woman all I can do is to appreciate who they are and what they have behind their clothes (naughty!). Every time I see a good looking man walking, it tickles my body and boosts my day, too. Men are like tonic water that relieves body pain after sipping a few drops.

So much about men, we better talk about a NFL Football Player and his long curly hair.

Troy Polamalu was born on April 19, 1981 in Garden Grove, California. He is a retired U.S. Professional American football for the Pittsburg Steelers of the National Football League. As a football player, Troy is a member of the defense whose responsibilities usually involves pass coverage towards the middle and sidelines of the field, respectively.

I read in a money magazine that Troy Polamalu's long curly hair has won him sponsorship deals. His trademark hair has been insured for $1m by shampoo maker in the United States, Procter & Gamble Co. A fortune 500 American multinational corporation that manufactures a wide range of consumer goods.

Troy's long curly hair is not just a trademark, it is a valuable curly locks!!!

* Photo courtesy of Google Images

TEARS IN MY EYES

by: MisS VictoriA DaviD

Huhu..huhuhu...huhuhuhu! This is the melancholic sound response or noise of someone when weeping...

 

A person's deep emotional response can be shown or released by simply shedding tears. In which, flowing tears from our eyes as a result of emotion will purify the fluid that surrounds the pupil. It is also treated as physiological catharsis which is both therapeutic for the well-being of our fragile hearts and in the relaxation of our weary minds because of the shouldered woes.

On a more scientific note, a drop of watery fluid continually secreted by the lacrimal glands, between the surface of the eye and the eyelid, serves to moisten and lubricate these parts and keep them clear of foreign particles. Moreover, it is also part of a parasympathetic rebound effect in which tears serve to discharge arousal.

It is recorded that women burst into tears for 47 times and men for 7 times in a year. 

*Photo courtesy of  www.naijastories.com

QUEEN VICTORIA'S BODY LANGUAGE

by: MisS VictoriA DaviD

A woman's body curve is a man's weakness, perhaps. You can correct me but I know am right!

Women deliver themselves to masses in different ways such as wit or intelligence; sexiness or leanness; modesty or gracefulness; facial gestures etc.

  

I am not the sexiest woman in the world nor one of them. However, it doesn't connote that I cannot flaunt the beauty that lives inside me. Taking photographs using either my cellular phone or digital camera during my loose days changes my languorous spirit to groovy. My creative persona as a woman emerges whenever a camera is pointing towards me. To be more  specific, the flickering red light; the flashes and my effortless poses give me eagerness to show who really I am behind my attractive face.

You need to have a firm courage to appreciate and adore yourself. Do not be afraid to show your masterpieces as each comment they give, good or bad, provides fortification for you to be sexier and much more beautiful than the rests.

DELIGHTFUL SUNDAY

by: MisS VictoriA DaviD

It started at 13:00 but I appeared around 14:00, in my coordinated pink outfit... 

(Aunt Zeny's cute dog)

The weather was very mild outside as I walked towards a friend's house. It was a grey and damp day, so I was looking forward to the warm welcome I would receive. Upon my arrival at their home, I rang the doorbell and was greeted warmly by the lady of the house, Miss Rosa Constantinou. I was soon having a lively chit chat with the people I know and met before, that made me feel very homely. It was as if we were bonded by blood and not just our common interests in life.

I heard the kids voices upstairs and to see them again all grown up was so astonishing. Why would I not be mesmerised as most of them were the same height as me in my 3 inches stilettos or taller than their adorable parents. It was like being with some of the kids in my home town who are no longer dependent children.

I handed over the cards to the people who are very close to my heart and after that, I headed to the festive dining room which had been decorated with all the usual Xmas colours; greens, golds and shimmering reds. I wasn't talking about the dance floor... Lol!!! 

(Aunt Liway, Sister Tina and I)

(With the Blooming Aunt Liway)

(Aunt Zeny, Sister Tina and I)

(With Forever Sistah Tina)

The buffet was scrumptious, specifically the king prawn dish; the rice noodle with shredded broccoli and the fried chicken pieces. Despite it being 'finger licking good', I didn’t eat much as prior to my arrival I ate 2 slices of cake. Silly me! Which filled me up but did give me the energy to walk to Miss Rosa's home. 

 (Miss Colombia, Miss U.S.A and Miss Philippines)

There were gathered 3 groups of people in the house which was predictably common; handsome men, beautiful women and the lively children... 

All the women settled in the dining room where we tasted the delicious food in front of us. When I say, in front of us, it was literally in front of us on a family table. The men behaved themselves in the living room which overlooked the back garden. Where they watched a show on the television and chatted as they enjoyed the Filipino cuisine. The children were enjoying themselves too, catching up and playing games like no tomorrow. We could hear them shouting and laughing, even though they were upstairs. 

The party yesterday which started at 13:00 and finished later in the evening was filled with delicious food, loving people, a home-made yet entertaining trivial pursuit night as well as the very welcoming hosts.

MEN IN THE 1930s

by: MisS VictoriA DaviD

In the 1930s, middle class men in the United Kingdom were much more traditional with their clothes compare to the men of today's generation. The fabric was made from wool and cotton lining, befittingly, these clothes are tailored and wear when visiting countryside places like farms.

 

I haven't seen a man from the 1930s and probably you as well, my dear readers. The picture above portrays how they look like and it also reveals more of the trend before!

Their socks were colourful and showy; trousers were up and high-waisted and a checkered bowtie was once fad and compatible for their virility.

Their outfit looks amusing and eldritch, but inside lives a gentle and loving man!