I have always
found your smile intoxicating
I am saddened to discover
that it still stirs me
In the way
only you can conjur
I know now
this will never change
All I can do
is try to forget
That you will always be there

Other than a daily dose of Perez Hilton, it's this. Definitely not the new WYSIWYG blogdrive format.

Here's a recipe for PEPPERMINTINIS that I want to try. Lifted it offa this blog.



INGREDIENTS:
1/2 cups coarse sugar crystals
1/4 cups chocolate syrup
4 (1/4 cups) scoops peppermint ice cream (dryers is yummy)
4 oz creme de cocoa, chilled
4 oz gin or vodka, chilled
4 chocolate dipped peppermint sticks

Freeze the martini glasses.
Rim (I know it sounds naughty) the glasses with the sugar crystals
Swirl chocolate syrup around the inside of the glass and place in freezer
Blend together vodka, ice cream and creme de cocoa
Fill glasses and garnish with peppermint sticks

Serves four.

They say that it takes a bigger man to walk away from a fight. The problem with this is that it doesn't resolve anything and they will still keep hounding you no matter how many times you let it go. What is the point of being a bigger man if the little troll, who highly resembles a termite, will stop at nothing to bring you down? Sometimes, it's just better (and more satisfying) to take the bitch by its horns and give it a good kick in the head.

...If only there weren't legal repercussions.

I had the strangest dream last night. I knew everything and yet nothing was the same. It was an afternoon but it was dark out. The rain clouds were heavy, and you could practically taste the rain in the air, but they never broke.

I was suddenly back in the old Park Place Hotel near the rotunda at Fuente Osmena but it wasn't a hotel per se. It was like a hotel/apartment/dormitory. Each floor had an open air garden in the middle that separated all the units and our floor had a patch of bermuda grass right in the center. Some residents kept pets and in this dream, I came out of one corner unit and scooped two patches of dog poop and dumped it in the drain. I know. Ew. At least it was made by my dog. There was someone in the room with me. She came to visit and she was sad. I wasn't affected because I knew it was all part of the drama she creates to make her life more interesting. It wasn't that I couldn't kick her out, its that I thought it would be impolite if I did.

Sometime later in my dream, I met up with an old friend at the ticket booth in a movie theatre that looked like a renovated Ayala. She told me that she was seated next to me and beloved but we never saw her during the screening. When the lights came on, she was sitting in an empty section (Section I, Seat 27, I believe) and her sister (the other identified drama queen in my life) was seated about 2 seats away from her.

It wasn't a regular dream. It had a different feel to it. A premonition, or a call from my subconscious perhaps? Maybe it's a sign of the Apocalypse. Go figger.

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I know I made a resolve never to mention the crazy prick living next door but HE is just to darn hard to ignore. He is comparable to that really foul body odor that just seeps into your olfactory receptors no matter how hard you hold your breath until you pass out. His presence lingers, very much like the Platypus's b.o., in the ire he set before noon. How the other neighbors manage to ignore his b.s. is beyond me. It's not that I expect them to give him the silent treatment just because he keeps throwing bad food in our yard to make our dogs sick, or that his kids lead the other neighborhood kids to throw stones at our dogs... I know they have no part in this fray but I did not expect them to spend a lovely saturday night camped out on the sidewalk till 3 in the morning. I believe in giving people enough rope to hang themselves with. But I am impatient. I confess. If I saw him having a heart attack in his driveway and there was no one around to help him, I'd leave him there to die. Judge me if you must, but I will not change my mind. I do not wish him dead but I do not wish to prolong his existence either. If that makes me evil, so be it. I make no apologies. The world will be a better place without rude, loud, foul-mouthed, miserable, pathetic, old men who call women cunts.

Did I mention he lives with his wife and two young daughters? If what they say is true, they will grow up to marry men like their father. I guess that would be their karma. Poor kids.

Does this mean that if you swim in the Thames long enough you get a buzz?


Cocaine traces detected in River Thames


LONDON (AFP) - So much cocaine is being used in London that traces of the white powdered narcotic can be detected in the River Thames, the Sunday Telegraph newspaper said.

Citing scientific research which it had commissioned, it said an estimated two kilogrammes of cocaine, or 80,000 lines, spill into the river every day after it has passed through users' bodies and sewage treatment plants.

It extrapolated that 150,000 lines of the illegal drug are snorted in the British capital every day, or 15 times higher than the official figure given by the Home Office.

"Because of the long-term complications of cocaine use, we are looking at a healthcare time bomb," clinical toxologist John Henry was quoted as saying.

Cocaine use has been in the headlines in Britain after fuzzy images of supermodel Kate Moss apparently enjoying some lines in a London recording studio were published in a tabloid newspaper.

She soon went into detox after losing some of her most lucrative contracts, but is already making a comeback, appearing Sunday on the front page of several newspapers -- including the Sunday Telegraph.

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!