A super super super ménage à trois

So it’s been a couple of weeks since the French Bitch and the Belgian Jealov graced cold, cold London with their warm, sunny dispositions (Riiight.)

Their trip was short and sweet and as expected, I had a long and bitter time getting over it. But as we’ve said countless times to each other, that most recent farewell didn’t, in any way, feel like goodbye at all. See you in Manila, bitches. You better lick it. For syrious. And no, Rick. It still hasn’t gotten old. In my head at least. Sorry, folks. Private joke. 🙂

The fiercely intelligent and outspoken French Bitch, Isabelle. One of the geniuses behind mashallanews.com, a website that gives you well-informed commentary about the things that matter in the Arab regions.

It’s his Elvis impersonation, he says. I say it’s more Conan O’Brien than the King of Rock ‘n Roll.

What’s a proper reunion without some bubbly?

Rick and his dead possum.

Ah, the note that ended my panic attacks. Thank you, Electric Airwaves. And thank you, Rick and Isabelle, for remaining calm while my nerves were in a state of frenzy.

London, check. Next stop: Manila!

The Pathetic Excuses of a Deliquent Blogger

I know. I’ve been a bad, bad blogger. But lately, life has just been too good to spend most of it in cyberspace. I haven’t been taking lots of photographs as well. I guess that explains the extreme lack of posts. Hopefully I will get back into the swing of blogging regularly. After all, the clock’s a tickin’, and my time here in Londontown is fast approaching its demise. 😦

Enough of sad musings and onto the happy thoughts! After all, it’s the happy thoughts that keep me warm in this wintry, wet weather.

Reunited and it feels so good

Before a certain group of friends and I parted ways back in July, we casually suggested that a reunion of sorts would be held in December in London. It seemed like the polite thing to say to new found friends. Admittedly, I personally didn’t think it was ever going to push through. But what do you know, four months after that casual suggestion, Isabelle, Rick, and I find ourselves together again in the city that introduced us to each other.

This is definitely going to be a crazy/amazing/chaotic week.

The Unamusement Park

On my way home from work, I came across a traveling theme park in Leicester Square. It had all the usual stars of a fair – bumper cars, cotton candy, a carousel, and tons of rides that would make heads, stomachs, and worlds spin. What caught my attention though weren’t the visitors who came, shrieked, and conquered the dizzying rides but the fair employees who yawned, stared into space, and yawned once again.

Can’t blame them for the lack of enthusiasm though. Smiling and being all jolly good for twelve hours straight is a superhuman ability.