I Am A Gracious Host

The recent MMS shock about the Chinese nation in a lock up brought me back on Earth. What have we come to?

On Friday, we had a little get-together in the back office. We hosted with many Oreo's, cakes, butter cookies, pineapple tarts and all the Pringles you can eat. We played host to many people who came and went. It took some pride and joy and lots of reaching out. Let's just say we had our dose of humble pie, thus full...

It is me, I'm doing it again. Instead of "we", I use "they". Intead of "us", I use "them".
I need to reach out and connect... somehow.

Has it been so long? Has it been so long that I have forgotten We Are Ladies & Gentlemen Serving Ladies & Gentlemen? Now I Am A Gracious Host?

Well, hosting graciously was what I did, with vicious by-comments.

I spent Saturday at the City Centre, watched a movie with my trusted No. 2. Teary, sad-but-happy movie. Just Like Heaven.

The title of the movie was a song by The Cure, I know it. But it just didn't register in my head when the song played at the end of the movie. (Silly...)

I did more damage with expensive purchases from Gaultier and Dior and some lace. Returned home with a smile and lazy bone.

A fellow colleague passed, with advanced lung cancer. A friend of Steve passed, from an accident where the BMW proves unreliable ABS.

Where the world is small and stuffy, you really can't tell what and how things are. How tomorrow would be. The passage is a maze with twisted plots and traps.

"A Really Complex Job"

I went to Qert's office to use his lappy in uploading songs into my miniature Pod. I corrupted his Library with tunes from Top Gun, The Cure's Galore, one cheesy Chinese song and some sappy David Gray along with a jiving Madonna hit.