In the spirit of true altruism, I would like to send without cost to recipients at least six tablets of "Fire" [see post below] to the first five interested parties who shall post their comments here.
They should be residents of the Philippines and willing to provide a narrative of their experience. Offer is good until March 25, 2010.
Go get them.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Too Hot to Handle
In a neat, little DHL Package today came a surprise that's too hot to handle -- ten small medicine boxes each of which contains blister packs of the world-renowned pill popularly known as Viagra. Suggestively branded as "Fire", the product which retails in India was sent out of London by a work colleague [who I trust is not Captain Hook or any of his cohorts].
I couldn't agree more that sildenafil citrate (aka Viagra or Cialis; 100mg tabs) reflects advancement in science along with other drugs designed to stimulate or dull the senses. On the upbeat side, they're promoted as 'male sex enhancers' but are medically considered as remedies for erectile dysfunction. It appears that the drug is available locally and globally.
The note attached to the package specifically said that the product was for "tests" which I took to mean seriously. Neither have I tried this drug before nor do I intend to do so now. While I was certain that there will be 'takers', I have asked someone to offer it to some individuals who might be interested in trying out.
Experiences anyone?
Let's await the next episode!
I couldn't agree more that sildenafil citrate (aka Viagra or Cialis; 100mg tabs) reflects advancement in science along with other drugs designed to stimulate or dull the senses. On the upbeat side, they're promoted as 'male sex enhancers' but are medically considered as remedies for erectile dysfunction. It appears that the drug is available locally and globally.
The note attached to the package specifically said that the product was for "tests" which I took to mean seriously. Neither have I tried this drug before nor do I intend to do so now. While I was certain that there will be 'takers', I have asked someone to offer it to some individuals who might be interested in trying out.
Experiences anyone?
Let's await the next episode!
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Peter Listens To This Too
Here's an idyllic piece from Africa that I think you'd enjoy listening to in the same way I did. The performer is Tito Paris from Cape Verde. Courtesy of Antonio Cardoso.
Saturday, 13 March 2010
Going Home
"Have you tried smoking shisha?", said the airport agent as I checked into my flight to home. For a while, I didn't know what to say as the question was totally unexpected. "Haven't", was my response.
From what I know, shisha smoking is a tradition held in the Arab world. It is the result of tobacco mixed with fruit bits and bundled into a neat sensation and more interestingly smoked through what they call a hookah. Last October, after a dinner cruise in the Bosphorus in Istanbul, my colleagues took me around a menagerie of riverside bars frequented by local rich kids smoking shisha. I was asked if I'd like to try which I politely refused not due to any lack of adventure but perhaps due to exhaustion over the last few days of sheer work. With that spontaneous airport question today and then looking back to Istanbul, I thought that I may have then missed an opportunity.
Apparently, the shisha question posed was prompted by a group of middle Eastern tourists lining up with the adjacent counters. I however thought that shisha was an interesting and knowledgeable way of opening up conversation with a passenger. Novel indeed. Some more exchanges between us [being from my own country of origin too] suggested flirting with me but I simply let it go anxious to get going with my long trip to home.
Au revoir mes amies et a bientot mes cheres.
From what I know, shisha smoking is a tradition held in the Arab world. It is the result of tobacco mixed with fruit bits and bundled into a neat sensation and more interestingly smoked through what they call a hookah. Last October, after a dinner cruise in the Bosphorus in Istanbul, my colleagues took me around a menagerie of riverside bars frequented by local rich kids smoking shisha. I was asked if I'd like to try which I politely refused not due to any lack of adventure but perhaps due to exhaustion over the last few days of sheer work. With that spontaneous airport question today and then looking back to Istanbul, I thought that I may have then missed an opportunity.
Apparently, the shisha question posed was prompted by a group of middle Eastern tourists lining up with the adjacent counters. I however thought that shisha was an interesting and knowledgeable way of opening up conversation with a passenger. Novel indeed. Some more exchanges between us [being from my own country of origin too] suggested flirting with me but I simply let it go anxious to get going with my long trip to home.
Au revoir mes amies et a bientot mes cheres.
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Allez chere chanteuse
You'd think that someone French must be lording the hit charts in Paris. Nope, it is still Lady Gaga whose songs are undisputedly mimed and sung. One hit after another have made the Fame Monster which I will attribute to her ability to capture a new genre combining danceable tunes with critical lyricism.
"I want your psycho, your vertical stick. Want you in my room when your baby is sick. I want your love, love, love." "Want your bad romance, caught in a bad romance."
Peter Pan is a fan, are you?
"I want your psycho, your vertical stick. Want you in my room when your baby is sick. I want your love, love, love." "Want your bad romance, caught in a bad romance."
Peter Pan is a fan, are you?
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Bonjour Paris
Truly bonjour! Peter Pan's disguise failed to deflate his arrival in the French capital today as on the way out of the terminal he was suddenly halted by a group of customs officials who were on a regular tour of questions and inspections.
That was a surprise indeed which nevertheless proved irritating. This little incident thankfully was not enough to dampen my spirits upon entering what I have always considered 'home' in Europe regardless of my London relations. Clear skies and sunny. Very cold though. Snow in the south of France -- what!
My 'home', the Hotel Sevres Saint Germain on beautiful 6th arrondisement, was all decked to welcome. Old friends were there -- Valerie at the front desk, Maria in the kitchen, and the rest including Ahmed, Larissa, and Cecille (the manager). The usual chambre on the 2nd level has been reserved and I was all set to take that afternoon nap, much deserved after waking up at 5 in the morning to catch the 9am flight.
Now I can relax and then plan the next days ahead. A tout a l'heure.
That was a surprise indeed which nevertheless proved irritating. This little incident thankfully was not enough to dampen my spirits upon entering what I have always considered 'home' in Europe regardless of my London relations. Clear skies and sunny. Very cold though. Snow in the south of France -- what!
My 'home', the Hotel Sevres Saint Germain on beautiful 6th arrondisement, was all decked to welcome. Old friends were there -- Valerie at the front desk, Maria in the kitchen, and the rest including Ahmed, Larissa, and Cecille (the manager). The usual chambre on the 2nd level has been reserved and I was all set to take that afternoon nap, much deserved after waking up at 5 in the morning to catch the 9am flight.
Now I can relax and then plan the next days ahead. A tout a l'heure.
Monday, 8 March 2010
In Her Honor
It is International Women's Day. I have noticed that men and women are carrying long-stemmed flowers around Budapest but in a manner I have not been used to -- upside down. Apparently, it is a red-letter day in this country which says a lot about what it went through. That thought prompts me to ask what a nation needs to experience in order to accord love, respect, and equal rights to women.
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