A handkerchief travels with me

A handkerchief
Because Africa's hot, silly!

A wallet
Because I couldn't put my money in my handkerchief.

My ATM card
Would you rather I kept it in the bank vault?

My favourite pub's "Loyal Member" Card
Oh, so you don't like drinks at half price?

Obama's Special Olympics & Other Random Questions

Will Obama bowl in the Special Olympics?
Will Spring 08 change global politics?
Is Google freeloading on Eric Carle?
Shall we call the US lawmaker "Darl"?

The Layoff Game

This afternoon, the internet dealt me a bolt from the blue – the “Layoff Game”! It is a game craftily created and christened to sinister-commemorate the ailing global economy, and meant to make megabucks out of it for internet game developers. Similar to Bejeweled, you have a grid of workers and you match three of the same type to eliminate redundancies in order to save your corporation some money, blah blah blah. People are making “sick” money in the economic crisis!

Shoe Dazzle & Other Random Questions

Is Shoedazzle really that fabulous?
Why are all Popes condom-rebellious?
Why are they mad about strikes in France?
Are we all ending the Obama romance?

The Need

Craving your airy essence
In the stillness of last night
I lavished six squirts
Of your fancy, fresh fragrance
Onto the soft, virgin pillow
On your vacant side of the bed
I drifted to the verge
Of where you’ve lain luscious before
And savoured six senses
Of your virtual body and soul

[P.S. Last night, an old feeling I'd not felt in ages, overwhelmed me, and would not let me sleep. A poem in me, inspired by strong emotion, wanted out. This is what I got. I really liked writing it, and I hope the person I wrote it for would relish it just as much].

Random Questions

Should the AIG bonuses be paid?
Isn't Ravalomanana Ratsiraka replayed?
Can Pope Benedict heal Cameroon?
Will Zadari his wife's name ruin?

A Song for You

it’s your smile,
your smile,
your open, flirty, strawberry smile,
threatening to sweep me off my feet.

it’s your ways,
your ways,
your easygoing, waltzing ways,
almost bringing down my walls.

it’s your eyes,
your eyes,
your pretty, playful, island eyes,
lighting a hot flame in my heart.

it’s you,
just you,
all that i see in you,
that makes me dream and hope.