It took a lot of effort to get it all to work, and at times it seemed impossible, but we FINALLY got it all together last Friday. A pair of business class flights to Los Angeles scheduled on November 9 was then only 12 days away. When we heard about the hurricanes bombarding the southeastern states, the Hamster got to joking: "Oh dear. I hope the hotel is still there after the hurricane passes." She must be psychic. We just got word on her handy Blackberry that the hotel got blown away. Conference cancelled. Motherfucker.

Maybe it all worked out for the best. But this is the second time in 12 months that a "natural disaster" fucked up my plans. You scorn me, Mother Nature. I despise you.

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Is it by some sheer, wierd coincidence that all these war and natural disasters happened when bush stepped into power??? The western world calls it "Natural Disaster", the Chinese call it "The Wrath of the Gods". If there was a God, I think she has just spoken.

The night before:
HAMSTER: Can you help me fill out this form HR gave me? One of the things says
I have to write a story of some sort about this guy in a sailor-captain outfit.."

This morning:
Hamster throws a bitch-fit where I am on the recieving end.

ME: I'm going to write you a Popeye-Captain Stubbing love story so crazy,
your HR is going to call in the men in white coats!

Bigger bitch-fit ensues.

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:: @ KLCC renewing insurance.

:: Got cruised by a 70 year old dyke outside Kinokuniya.  The hamster
concurs I attract the strangest individuals (animals included).

:: Sat outside Topshop, waiting for lunch date to arrive.

:: Moustached total stranger comes up asking if he could have his picture
taken with me.
Thought in head: (insert loud alarm bells and bright flashing red lights here)
Answer out loud: A polite "No, thank you (sweet smile)".

:: Lunchdate arrives. Made me sign a written promise on the back of a Carrefour
grocery receipt that says I shall never ever
coerce her to eat at Nando's chicken ever again. :((

5.59 pm: Traffic is bumper to bumper outside. Looks like more rain.
May go to KLCC for buka puasa with friends later. I just want coffee.

MEMO TO SELF: Must retrieve and destroy Carrefour receipt.
Future satisfaction of Nando's Peri-Peri sauce cravings depend on it!

for u to read when u not work right now so u can say "oh my vegtables" and haha for u to have good day but i know i bad so do not spank if u do not have leopard hair and leader straps okies? http://chona.blogspot.com/ more power always! :))

Miss Philippines won the Miss International 2005 pagent. I saw her pic and as beautiful as she may have been, there was nothing in that winning picture that gave me the impression there was anything extra ordinary about her looks to set her apart from the other beauties. But then I read her answer to the final question in the forwarded email my friend, Althea sent me:

The question given to her was a bit hard.

Q: "what do you say to the people of the world who have typecasted filipinos as nannies?"

A: "i take no offence on being typecasted as a nanny. But i do take offence that the educated people of the world have somehow denegrated the true sense and meaning of what a nanny is. let me tell you what she is. she is someone who gives more than she takes. She is someone you trust to look after the very people most precious to you - your child, the elderly, yourself. she is the one who has made a living out of caring and loving other people. so to those who have typecasted us as nannies, thank you. it is a testament to the loving and caring culture of the Filipino people. and for that, i am forever proud and grateful of my roots and culture."


She deserves that win. Best on-the-spot answer I've heard... ever! Congratulations Precious Lara Guigaman, Miss International 2005.

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... so she must know something.

"You have a cocky air about you. You don't do it on purpose, but it emanates from the way you talk and the way you look. You can't help it. It's not that you are cocky, although we all have our moments, but that is just the impression people get when they meet you", says she. "The good news is, unlike other people, you pull it off rather well."

Go figger.

On October 14, 2005, Malaysian singer/actress, Sharifah Aini was attacked outside the studios of TV3 in Bandar Utama by two assailants who allegedly dragged her out of her car, beat her up, and gave her two shots of unknown substances in her neck with a syringe. A kind man stopped by minutes after the attack and helped her out, but did not witness the attack. The studio's security surveilance also failed to capture the incident.

Yesterday, I saw an article in the Sun, the Star, and Malay Mail saying that Sharifah Aini has published a book on the incident called: "Breaking the Silence: 55 Reasons Why Sharifah Aini is NOT Lying" Take note that the letters of the word "not" in the title were printed in all caps on the cover.

All three papers show a picture of her holding up a copy of her book which will be sold at local bookstores for RM99.00 (USD$26.00). The book, which was co-authored by a "body language expert", was written to dispell rumors that the veteran celebrity has lost her marbles. I mean, it's understandable that you don't want people to think you've bought the funny farm, but I never thought she was nuts until I read this article. Who on earth would buy her book? For one, if she's soooo desperate for people to hear her side of the story as she tells it, she shouldn't sell it for so much. At this rate, it'd be cheaper and more fun to think she's crazy.

Dear, friend.

I would like to think me smarter than this. I know better than to ever let anyone hold anything over my heart or my mind. And yet, you did. In amounts unthinkable and too terrifying to measure. Whether or not it was intentional on your part, you abled yourself into my endearments. That in itself is an accomplishment. But what amazes me most is your longevity, a term that is coming to an end.

As I finally wrap up this chapter on you, I confess, I loathe you not. More than that, I pity you, not for your loss, but for the loss you will never realise, or even acknowledge. I have been asked: "How do you get over someone you once loved?" I remember the usual answers: "Throw yourself into your work." "Find yourself a replacement." And my favorite, "Imagine them constipated and grunting away on the toilet." Sexy, eh? Truth be known, my therapy had always been sad songs. For over a decade, I thought that was the whole process. But after all these years, I discovered that in order to get over you, I had to destroy myself. I kept coming back for more of your non-chalance, your disinterest, your cold air. Each time I left I was wounded, bleeding, and scarred. But I was never gone from you. I was always there, waiting, ready to catch you should you take a step back. I kept coming back for more. I reeked with so much desperation, I wouldn't have give myself the time of day either. And now, I'm done.

For all you've done to set me free, I do not thank you for you were not the one who had to piece back together the broken heart you so carelessy tossed aside when it was discreetly handed to you with the purest intentions.

You once told me you wished to grow, and you did. You no longer resemble the beautiful soul I once placed on a pedestal and admired, that mémoire of yourself that you still loathe. You have grown, and I'm finally, finally over you.

Just the same, I wish you all the well. May you find your peace at last.


Most Sincerely,
Me.