I would like to thank everyone who is making B-DAZZLED a part of their breakfast, lunch and dinner.
48,000 hits in 332 days is something that I was not expecting.
I would like to thank everyone who is making B-DAZZLED a part of their breakfast, lunch and dinner.
48,000 hits in 332 days is something that I was not expecting.
June 29, 2009 at 7:33 am (2008)
Miss Ellie celebrates her win in the World’s Ugliest Dog Contest’s pedigree class at the Sonoma-Marin Fair on Friday, June 26, 2009, in Petaluma, Calif. She is a blind 15-year-old Chinese Crested Hairless.
Seeing this, made me love Valerie much more…. 😉
Terry George leapt up excitedly as the phone rang. It was 9pm and he knew exactly who it would be… the most unlikely best friend a 13-year-old boy could have.
It was none other than his pop idol Michael Jackson, who had been calling his Leeds home like clockwork for the past five months after striking up a bizarre relationship.
But this time the besotted young fan’s excitement soon turned to shock and embarrassment as Jacko’s voice crackled down the line.
“He’d ring at 9pm on the dot three times a week and we became like best friends,” Terry recalled. “But on this night he sounded different. The line went quiet and I asked if he was still there.
“Then, suddenly out of nowhere, he asked me if I masturbated and that if I did, did I use cream? I was puzzled
and said no. I said I didn’t know what he meant.
“When I paused he said, ‘Would you believe that I am doing it right now?’ and I could hear down the line he was making strange noises. It made me feel confused and uncomfortable.”
Yesterday Terry – now 42 and a multi-millionaire businessman – said: “Michael was a musical legend and genius. But what he did when I was a teenager was wrong.”
He was the first victim of the star’s obsession with children which would ultimately cripple his career.
Jacko, accused of abusing several young boys, was never convicted of any crime. But multi-million-dollar pay-offs to families and a warped insistence that it was OK to share his bed with boys has left a permanent stain on his legacy.
It was in 1993 that young Jordan Chandler claimed in a police statement he was abused at the singer’s Neverland ranch.
Yet more disturbing allegations followed. Jacko’s obsession with children started when he befriended Terry in 1979.
They met when the youngster turned up at his hotel and asked his idol, then 21, for an interview.
“He invited me into his hotel room and we got on brilliantly,” Terry said. “As I went to leave he invited me to hang out with him the next day at the hotel.
“We would sit and giggle and laugh together. It was clear he was happier to be around children than adults and enjoyed their company.”
Before Jacko flew out he asked Terry for his telephone number so they could keep in touch.
“It made me feel special. I got a buzz knowing I had a direct line to a celebrity so I agreed and he promised he would ring me.”
Just a week later came the first of Jacko’s regular calls from America. Terry recalled: “He’d often ask if my parents were in. And when I explained that they had gone out to play bingo he would relax.
“We would chat for hours about silly stuff.He’d sing songs to me down the phone and we’d talk nonsense. We became like best friends.”
Then, only months into their friendship, Jacko abused his trust with the call encouraging Terry to pleasure himself.
“He knew that I wasn’t happy with what he had done and that I felt uncomfortable about it.”
However, they stayed in touch, taking turns to call. That ended when Terry rang up a massive bill and his parents’ line got cut off. In 1981 they met face-to-face again in the UK – but this time Jacko was frosty. “I’ve no idea why his attitude towards me had changed,” Terry said.
They lost contact soon after. Then, suddenly in 1993, Terry got a call from LA detectives on the Chandler case.
Terry said: “The police told me that they felt Michael’s behaviour started with his friendship with me.
“Although I knew what he did was wrong I believed him to be a very confused person rather than a paedophile.”
Yet the investigation which followed suggested a very different story. Dozens of children and former staff, including cancer survivor Gavin Arvizo, came forward claiming he’d abused kids.
He was accused of forcing kids to drink “Jesus Juice” – wine in Coke cans – and watch porn in a hidden room off his bedroom.
His alleged victims claimed the King of Pop pleasured himself in front of them – and insisted on “teaching” them how to do it.
At a trial that followed, Jacko was found not guilty of all the charges.
Yet friends say the claims sent him retreating into his own secluded world.
Earlier this year in a shock call to Terry, Jacko laid bare his misery.
Terry said: “He phoned me out of the blue and we both made our peace about what had happened in the past. I’ve forgiven him for what happened.
“He told me he had been under a lot of pressure recently. I think he was a very confused man who never grew up and lived a tormented life.”
He went on: “He said that people were forced to say things that they later regret.
“But he insisted his love for children was entirely innocent.”
Terry also revealed that Jacko had taken a strong interest in the website he’d founded, Gonetoo soon.org – where users post tributes to people who die young.
“He had been on the site and said he was touched to see some of the messages,” he said. “It had left him very sad and emotional.
“It’s unbelievable that three months on he is dead. After all the strain and torment he has lived through I thought he would live forever. And I am sad that he is gone.”
EXCLUSIVE by Nick Owens 28/06/2009 of www.mirror.co.uk
French President Nicolas Sarkozy yesterday risked outraging Muslims by calling for the burka to be banned.
He claimed the traditional, garment was a “debasement” of women – and not welcome in France.
He added: “In our country, we cannot accept that women be prisoners behind a screen, cut off from all social life, deprived of all identity. The burka is not a religious sign. It’s a sign of subservience, a sign of debasement.
“I want to say it solemnly, it will not be welcome on the territory of the French Republic.”
The French leader spoke out in the first presidential address in 136 years to a joint session of France’s two houses of parliament.
He backed recent calls for a commission to study a small but growing trend of wearing the full-body gown. Last week French Communist party deputy Andre Gerin launched a campaign to make it illegal for women to hide their faces in public.
He said: “We find it intolerable to see images of these imprisoned women when they come from Iran, Afghanistan or Saudi Arabia.”
Women’s rights activists are also supporting the proposed ban, branding the burka “a symbol of oppression”.
But the national Muslim Council of France accused politicians of wasting time on a fringe phenomenon.
Mohammed Moussaoui, head of the council, said: “To raise the subject like this is a way of stigmatising Islam.”
Good evening B-dazzlerzz…Good day to everyone around the world. My friends back home. My college, high school mates in the different parts of the world. To all my avid readers who finally reached a count 0f 6.
Thanks for the continuous patronage. I really appreciate it (with a teary eye). ;- )
Hugs and kisses from me and my cute daughter Valerie, who remains to be the most adorable bitch of Jumeirah. Just like no other. Like me, she wants to extend her big welcome to everyone out there who continues to be B-DAZZLED.
What a beautiful day.
Though it is really a wonderful day, yesterday was really sad. You certainly know what I mean. As everybody talks about how they were inspired by the late Michael Jackson, I started recalling how MJ has inspired me too. I remember when I was still in High School, I have a complete collection of his hits. Way too many to mention. All I know is that, why I got inspired to dance was certainly because of Jacko.
What an Icon? Seriously, I really didn’t see it coming. It was actually the last thing on my mind as I wait for his most awaited come back concert. I was talking to Faisal yesterday and he was telling me that he and his friends were planning to see his UK concert but was hesitant because rumors are spreading that he might ditch all of the scheduled performances.
How ironic could that be?
Life is indeed full of surprises, here is one.
You all live your life to its fullest coz we really never know what lies behind the next slide of those curtains.
Enough of the sad moments. At the end of the day, we all have to live our lives and continue to see how beautiful the road will be. It might be MJ’s end, but we just have to continue and live our lives for him. I am sure that’s what he wants.
I got addicted watching So You Think You Can Dance last week. Just imagine, I was able to finish the entire Season 4 in 4 straight days. No wonder, if you’ll see me, eye bags is all over my eyes. That’s horribly grooooowss! I was a bit disappointed that Joshua emerged as the eventual winner. I was rooting for Katee Shean. Too bad America went for the second best. And twitch became the runner up??? Seriously?? Sorry Sabby! I know, for you, Twitch was a “Buck”. We all have different opinions. For me, he was not good enough to even become part of the Top 4. And Will——out of it. Phullleeaasse!
There were a handful of higlights during the season and I really can’t name all of them. All I know is that I loved every single minute of it. And Mia Michael’s contemporary routines? The Contempo dance that Chelsea and Marc did…..I was talking about the wedding thingy….Fabulous as ever. I just felt odd when she had a nasty comment when the time Brandon hit the stage that even Mary Murphy can’t seem to stand. It sounded so………envious.
I thought that was it. I am currently following So You Think You Can Dance on its 5th Season wherein Janette, Brandon, Jonathan and our very own Karla are my strong bets. Jonathan got booted off last Thursday. Now, the show lost a very cute face which makes the show a little bit boring having such commoner faces brought by the remaining guys.
Janette Manrara is a great move to beat. She doesn’t cease to amaze me. Having partnered with Brandon was a sure spot in the Final Four. I just love the team up. The couple is definitely a hard one to beat. Watch out for these two bitches and hores. If she wins? I won’t be surprised at all.
Tyce Diorio——–He is now part of my fantasies. I never fell in love with a gay man….not until I saw him. Sizzling hot.
Seeing all of them makes me miss dancing so much. So badly that I wanted to go back and do it once again. The moves…the grooves. Lovely. I miss my days. It’s not too late I guess. Dancing is my passion. I can’t wait to find my track back.
Our Darling Sari finally took off for her new life in Michigan. She’ll be studying Urban Design. I admire her for that. With such a strong willed woman like her, no doubt she’ll ace it.
Jokes apart, I am starting to miss her already. We all do. The fun that she brought to that small cabin where we all just laugh our heart out.
Michigan…Oh Michigan. Bring home a white boy for me sassy.
Make sure that you will give us a buzz once you land back to Dubai. Keep in touch bitch……I am sure you will. Stay connected thru FB and my Blog…
The awkward dream. 3 days back when I was driving my way to the office, I suddenly remembered that I had a weird dream that morning. I was trying to remember it. When I did, I was laughing my head out.
I just had sex with somebody in my dreams. This time, it was a clear love lust making.
That was lustful. Really full of it. Of all the people that I can think of, why him?
I tried to recall every part of it and it started to become wild—–eeeer.
Oooolalalla… I was surprised to know that I had a little bit of excitement over there.
Charged to experience.
Wanna know who is the mystery guy????? I can’t……Definitely not from the Masseurs when I had a Moroccan bath last week.
Did I hear an echo?????
NO spilling for those who knew! It will never be good for the health.
It’s just sad. I have been informed that somebody is leaving us after Sari. It is sad because we are not talking about just 1 but 2. I have to zip my mouth until it is confirmed. But I am just sad to know that recession is finally hitting us. I wish my turn won’t be anytime soon.
I will keep you posted.
But for sure…that is going to be sad.
…….and Bill? It was really sad loosing such close friend. How can I explain what I just really felt. I was really saddened about it. How sudden?
It made me cry.
Gee- moving in with Sabby was fun. I am proud to say that I took part of this. She seemed to be very happy with her new nest. I just never thought that seeing all of her things piled up were as massive as China’s population. I finished my Thursday night with a big smile on mah face knowing that she is finally is good hands. lol 😉
Of course, prior to that, we had dinner at IBN Batutta Mall. I forgot the name of the resto. Gee, please remind me what was that. It’s been a while since the last time we had this gathering. Not to mention, the gathering of bitch thoughts. Mean Mina and cuty allen joined us of course. It wasn’t part of the plan. But as always, things that aren’t planned occurred to be the best.
I almost lost B-DAZZLED. How atrocious is that?
A couple of days back, I was frightened, exhausted, devastated….all of it just ends with -ed.
I almost lost my wordpress account password. I thought I tried everything. I just totally forgot what my password was. All I remember that it was my ex-boyfriend’s surname. One fine day and voilaaaaaaaa….it was not accepting my password input. I thought that was the end of my B-DAZZLED genre….
What saved my day was when I finally remembered the e-mail address that I have used to create this account. I have asked them to resend it to my email with a new one. I got chills. Then I got a new one and logged in. Crossed my fingers and……EUREKA. I got it back.
Oh boy! That was really close. Now I really have to start copying some of my write ups. They are valuable to me now. I mean they have always been valuable to me. Specially after that close encounter. Thinking about it just really made me sad.
Thank God it’s all cool now.
Twitter and its influence. It’s been a while since the last time that I have had my thoughts published. I wish I can do it everyday. I wish I can blog everyday. I wish I can share with all of you what is running behind my head everyday. I wish I could. I would be very thrilled to do so. I just wish I could. There are tons of crap that is running my mind in the past few days. Twitter does make it easy for me.
Every time I drive…..
before I sleep.
The moment I wake up.
I just thank God I am still alive. I just thank God that I am surrounded by such wonderful family and friends. Truly exceptional. I really couldn’t ask for more.
I told myself that at the age of 30, I will be a millionaire. I am turning 27 this November. That remains to be my humble plan. You bet I will still be.
A Sad Sunset once again. I always feel sad every time Saturday ends. It feels like I am melting…..thinking that tomorrow is a Sunday. Work and slog my butt out once again. Feeling lazy day by day. I wish I could crack a break soon. That would be awesome.
I love my work. I really do. I just felt something is missing.
What do you think it is?
A boyfriend? Nahhhhhh…..Passed that…
I say “Pass” once again.
I happen to hold one of the most valuable item on earth that even the most expensive auction houses doesn’t have. Behold….the renowned “love can”.
I love you all. I will always do.
LOS ANGELES – Michael Jackson, the “King of Pop” who reigned over the music world like no other, died Thursday as he prepared for a comeback bid to vanquish nightmare years of sexual scandal and financial calamity. He was 50.
Jackson died at UCLA Medical Center after being stricken at his rented home in Holmby Hills. Paramedics tried to resuscitate him at his home for nearly three-quarters of an hour, then rushed him to the hospital, where doctors continued to work on him.
“It is believed he suffered cardiac arrest in his home. However, the cause of his death is unknown until results of the autopsy are known,” his brother Jermaine said. Police said they were investigating, standard procedure in high-profile cases.
Jackson’s death brought a tragic end to a long, bizarre, sometimes farcical decline from his peak in the 1980s, when he was popular music’s premier all-around performer, a uniter of black and white music who shattered the race barrier on MTV, dominated the charts and dazzled even more on stage.
His 1982 album “Thriller” which included the blockbuster hits “Beat It,” “Billie Jean” and “Thriller” is the best-selling album of all time, with an estimated 50 million copies sold worldwide.
At the time of his death, Jackson was rehearsing hard for what was to be his greatest comeback: He was scheduled for an unprecedented 50 shows at a London arena, with the first set for July 13.
As word of his death spread, MTV switched its programming to play videos from Jackson’s heyday. Radio stations began playing marathons of his hits. Hundreds of people gathered outside the hospital. In New York’s Times Square, a low groan went up in the crowd when a screen flashed that Jackson had died, and people began relaying the news to friends by cell phone.
“No joke. King of Pop is no more. Wow,” Michael Harris, 36, of New York City, read from a text message a friend had sent him. “It’s like when Kennedy was assassinated. I will always remember being in Times Square when Michael Jackson died.”
The public first knew him as a boy in the late 1960s, when he was the precocious, spinning lead singer of the Jackson 5, the singing group he formed with his four older brothers out of Gary, Ind. Among their No. 1 hits were “I Want You Back,” “ABC” and “I’ll Be There.”
He was perhaps the most exciting performer of his generation, known for his backward-gliding moonwalk, his feverish, crotch-grabbing dance moves and his high-pitched singing, punctuated with squeals and titters. His single sequined glove, tight, military-style jacket and aviator sunglasses were trademarks, as was his ever-changing, surgically altered appearance.
“For Michael to be taken away from us so suddenly at such a young age, I just don’t have the words,” said Quincy Jones, who produced “Thriller.” “He was the consummate entertainer and his contributions and legacy will be felt upon the world forever. I’ve lost my little brother today, and part of my soul has gone with him.”
Jackson ranked alongside Elvis Presley and the Beatles as the biggest pop sensations of all time. He united two of music’s biggest names when he was briefly married to Presley’s daughter, Lisa Marie, and Jackson’s death immediately evoked comparisons to that of Presley himself, who died at age 42 in 1977.
As years went by, Jackson became an increasingly freakish figure a middle-aged man-child weirdly out of touch with grown-up life. His skin became lighter, his nose narrower, and he spoke in a breathy, girlish voice. He often wore a germ mask while traveling, kept a pet chimpanzee named Bubbles as one of his closest companions, and surrounded himself with children at his Neverland ranch, a storybook playland filled with toys, rides and animals. The tabloids dubbed him “Wacko Jacko.”
“It seemed to me that his internal essence was at war with the norms of the world. It’s as if he was trying to defy gravity,” said Michael Levine, a Hollywood publicist who represented Jackson in the early 1990s. He called Jackson a “disciple of P.T. Barnum” and said the star appeared fragile at the time but was “much more cunning and shrewd about the industry than anyone knew.”
Jackson caused a furor in 2002 when he playfully dangled his infant son, Prince Michael II, over a hotel balcony in Berlin while a throng of fans watched from below.
In 2005, he was cleared of charges he molested a 13-year-old cancer survivor at Neverland in 2003. He had been accused of plying the boy with alcohol and groping him, and of engaging in strange and inappropriate behavior with other children.
The case followed years of rumors about Jackson and young boys. In a TV documentary, he acknowledged sharing his bed with children, a practice he described as sweet and not at all sexual.
Despite the acquittal, the lurid allegations that came out in court took a fearsome toll on his career and image, and he fell into serious financial trouble.
Michael Joseph Jackson was born Aug. 29, 1958, in Gary. He was 4 years old when he began singing with his brothers Marlon, Jermaine, Jackie and Tito in the Jackson 5. After his early success with bubblegum soul, he struck out on his own, generating innovative, explosive, unstoppable music.
The album “Thriller” alone mixed the dark, serpentine bass and drums and synthesizer approach of “Billie Jean,” the grinding Eddie Van Halen solo on “Beat It,” and the hiccups and falsettos on “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin‘.”
The peak may have come in 1983, when Motown celebrated its 25th anniversary with an all-star televised concert and Jackson moonwalked off with the show, joining his brothers for a medley of old hits and then leaving them behind with a pointing, crouching, high-kicking, splay-footed, crotch-grabbing run through “Billie Jean.”
The audience stood and roared. Jackson raised his fist.
By then he had cemented his place in pop culture. He got the plum Scarecrow role in the 1978 movie musical “The Wiz,” a pop-R&B version of “The Wizard of Oz,” that starred Diana Ross as Dorothy.
During production of a 1984 Pepsi commercial, Jackson’s scalp sustains burns when an explosion sets his hair on fire.
He had strong follow-up albums with 1987’s “Bad” and 1991’s “Dangerous,” but his career began to collapse in 1993 after he was accused of molesting a boy who often stayed at his home. The singer denied any wrongdoing, reached a settlement with the boy’s family, reported to be $20 million, and criminal charges were never filed.
Jackson’s expressed anger over the allegations on the 1995 album “HIStory,” which sold more than 2.4 million copies, but by then, the popularity of Jackson’s music was clearly waning, even as public fascination with his increasingly erratic behavior was growing.
Cardiac arrest is an abnormal heart rhythm that stops the heart from pumping blood to the body. It can occur after a heart attack or be caused by other heart problems.
Billboard magazine editorial director Bill Werde said Jackson’s star power was unmatched. “The world just lost the biggest pop star in history, no matter how you cut it,” Werde said. “He’s literally the king of pop.”
Jackson’s 13 No. 1 one hits on the Billboard charts put him behind only Presley, the Beatles and Mariah Carey, Werde said.
“He was on the eve of potentially redeeming his career a little bit,” he said. “People might have started to think of him again in a different light.”
Associated Press Writers Derrik J. Lang, Solvej Schou and Thomas Watkins in Los Angeles and Virginia Byrne, Hillel Italie, Nekesa Mumbi Moody and Jocelyn Noveck in New York contributed to this report.
……..It’s nice to go back AND read whatever I have written a year back…….haaaar….haaaarr…… 😉
The way I was…. Very pleasant to read it back knowing how desperate and disturbed I was, back then!
I guess this is not meant to be posted coz’ I am already running my second edit about this topic.
I believed and trusted you. It all started as rumors, gossip which one by one stroke me with a flag of truth. There is really more to see rather than hearing it… I saw it. Never winked at it…but whatever it is..we ended up us no brainers with less brain activities.
Thanks for showing me the real ”YOU”. The unmasked version..in born fake. Everything just blew up in a click of a finger.
To her: it’s going to be the same script…but with a different cast. This is just a retake of my life in which I was his star for many nights. Now roles are starting to change and you are now the leading lady of his life..LIGHTS, CAMERA…smile coz your “ON”….thanks whitney…
I cannot say that she is lucky..its not even debatable. Knowing what she will be going though makes me wonder how she can deal with the same pain I’ve been through. Let her enjoy it now…coz it won’t last..same words…different cast
Inside of me still wishing that it wasn’t really over…But this hopes start to drown me now. Enough! We were happy when we were simple…uncorrupted…endless…Look at us now. I nodded …then it sunk in to my head once again that it was really the end of the rope.
I’ll miss you…I do. But let’s end it there….
trapped in the losers den,
I wanted to open my laptop and blog this. But until now, I was still shocked about what just happened so I am just going to do this quickly through my mobile.
I left office early today since boss V left the office early as well. It’s been a while since Dianne tried to reach, called, bugged and cursed me just to see her. Finally, I had the time. I called her to ask the hotel and the room number and told me that she’s residing at Ramada hotel, Room 218, in Al Barsha. I hurried up, found the place, parked my car and went up. I rang the doorbell and voila…..Dianne welcomed me with her naked body. “I am having sex with my boyfriend who is inside. Come on in, we are almost done.”
It was really a very awkward moment. I noticed that the yahoo webcam was open and Dianne was letting everyone back in the Philippines to see her live doing the lustrous thingy. 😉 jeeeezzzz. I was embarrassed when she and her boyfriend invited me to become their audience. I wanted to click pictures….but Di told me that the guy doesn’t want to. Weird. They are viewed by everyone through the webcam. I don’t remember also if I got my camera click in silent mode….so forget about it.
WOW! My mouth was zipped. I was shaking but I was loving it. …. until the guy asked me… Wanna join? 😉
TO BE CONTINUED…..because I am really sleepy. Buh bye.kisses here.
June 13, 2009 at 10:59 pm (2008)
Fresh from the Pattaya. Dianne strikes again.
Who says our government can’t spare us money for Cosmetology?
I say they can…..She did! 😉
I will always love the transformation Di……..goodness gracious, you look hot now.
Umm Al-Quwain (Arabic: أمّ القيوين, umm al-quwwayn, literally “Mother of two powers”) is one of the emirates in the United Arab Emirates. It is located in the north of the country. The emirate was ruled until his death by Rashid bin Ahmad Al Mu’alla, who was a member of the UAE’s Supreme Council since 1981. The emirate had 62,000 inhabitants in 2003 (making it the least populous emirate in the federation) and has an area of 750 square kilometers. Accepted alternative spellings include Umm al Qiwain (used on its former postage stamps) as well as Umm al-Qawain, Umm al-Qaywayn, Umm el-Qiwain, and Umm al-Qaiwain.
Indeed, this weekend was a different twist of my daily normal life where I just usually pick up a pen, answer all my emails, shout on the phone, do some exhausting site visits, miss a couple of my to-do list and the rest of it which completes my 24/7 roller coaster week.
A colleague, the lass who has got a very strong personality, has decided to venture into another chapter of her life. She decided to threw a farewell party before she departs to Michigan. She invited all of us to be part of it. I must admit, I was really not looking forward for this day. Maybe because I was just too busy with work that even the word “fun” was totally abolished in my vocabulary.
We started the night with a get together Dinner at TGI Fridays in Dubai Mall. Overlooking the enchanting dancing fountain, (the one where ces was so crazy about) we were able to make a simple hap into something extra ordinary. I was always curious when I was seeing the balcony when I was standing from Souq Al Bahar. Finally, I experienced it myself.
Twelve souls…..twelve smiles.
I love it. I just love it. The heat was a sure torture, but still we had fun. Sweat was dropping out of my body.
It was good to see that I was able to complete the whole gang of goofballs and it feels great. It feels so great.
Umm Al-Quwain, I just thought Al Ain will always be top on my list. I completely address that what I have experienced there was a complete different league. Quwain was like a taste of Jupiter.
Summer is really on. The humidity was enraging. I am clueless on how are we going to break a leg with this kind of weather.
I kept on asking myself, will it ever get nice around here?
Summer in my fourth year. Every year, I always think that this is THE worst that I can ever remember here. It feels like it was endless. Hopefully, I’ll be able to salvage July and August. In any event, I bundled up and went down to spend the joy in water with the rest of my colleagues.
Palma Beach Resort. A small beach around the counter. Still in the outskirts of Quwain. A true example that looks can really be deceiving. The quality and not the quantity. A boat escorted us on the way to the island. I stood in front of the boat while I enjoyed the mild breeze that’s coming from the running water.
Now we are talking!!!!!!! I just really don’t remember what was the name of that Paradise. I am sure, by now, you totally know that remembering was really not my expertise. All I remember was that there were a major bunch of people. Most of them was of my race. I missed the waters so I immediately ran and sunk myself into the waters. The water was extremely salty. I can smell it from where I stand. I suddenly remembered the story of why the sea was salty when I was in grade school. I started to have doubts that it was true and not fictional. 😉
I really don’t advice that you carry a Tequila drink in an Island. That was based on a personal experience on a recent occurrence. 😉 We totally rocked the island. “I” totally rocked the island.
Surely, I did something crazy. I mean a lot.
Surely, it was captured.
Surely, it was caged properly. Uhhhhhhh!!! On my list, what I just did there falls on the no. 2 spot. The first incident was when I got drunk and got naked back when I was back in Cebu. I got berserk to a certain extent that even my friends kept throwing a towel to cover me up but instead, I just kept on throwing it back.
The Party just came on its own. Booty shakin’, how could I ever miss that? I was a gold medalist in that category. I will never let the day end not until I get to dance the remarkable “Jai-ho” performance. Hoooooolllaaa! Doll domination.
I was surprised to see that there is still a lot of character concealed behind those serious faces. I was not the only one who beat the odds. Certainly, we all did. I always worry that it is going to be a water and oil standpoint. But it didn’t. There was really more to explore which is seen by the naked eye. There was never a dull moment.
We had fun. I really did had fun. I was loving it.
SOMEBODY KNOWS WHAT WE DID THIS SUMMER!
We talked from the heart. Everybody was emotional. I became emotional. The outgoing colleague had a teary eye. I know that she doesn’t want to leave. We had differences before, but I guess our personalities just collided. Now we are cool. I built my name where it is supposed to be kept. She did too.
We all waited for the sun to get up from its thrown. It was alluring. I fell asleep but I saw it in my dreams. Its rays started to touch my skin. I shimmered like a Gold.
They say that I don’t really write from the heart. That they don’t feel whatever that comes from mind. This time, I am sure you all felt what I just felt. Now what I have was just an effigy of what we had. What we had was truly worth remembering. It’s all in my mind now. Encrypted.
Different cultures, different moods, classified characters, ONE AIM. To have fun.