Not the same

D’oh!Posted
by Gala Mon,

November 30, 2009 21:52:55

Having a 1 pax audience lil’ film fest: The Godfather from start to finish;
ADORE Al Pacino and even the brief appearance of De Nero has managed to make me
reconsider him as an actor, but still undecided: he is De Nero in every role,
he is the character, the character does not possess him EVER, regardless drama
or comedy.

I had a craving for something salty and a bit of wine: an offer I could not
refuse.

Normally I would have some manchego cheese, a good Rioja, some Marques of
Whatever… -minor royalty wine is normally of respectable quality- and Jabugo:
the best Spanish ham in the WWW (whole wide world); Italians shyly try to
imitate through prosciutto… not even close, not even Il Padrino and all its
tarantellas could convince me otherwise.

Regardless of my desire, no such luck: ham is prohibited (along with
miniskirts) in Muslim land. Wine not allowed either but I manage to smuggle.

In a desperate attempt to satisfy my craving I looked at what I got at home…

Sad, very sad indeed.

Wine which comes out of a box and peanut butter are not a good mix, pitiful
substitute…

Boy, today I sure miss the Free World.

Abracadabra!

D’oh!Posted
by Gala Fri,
November 27, 2009 14:59:28
Magic day!! getting my way all the way

It is a good thing I use my super powers sparingly and not for evil but for good
causes (MY causes).

Life IS unfair, but I love it when
it is unfair to my advantage.

Happy Daze

PhotosPosted
by Gala Fri,

November 20, 2009 17:03:51

I know I complaint
A LOT about this place lately, but one thing is for sure, it has helped me
appreciate the smaller things in life…

Some of my
happiest Island moments have been:

-The day a wash
machine was installed outside my room… granted, I have to manually fill it it
with water, watch it ever so slowly spin and manually drain it (same process
all over again for rinsing) and then take soaking clothes to another part of
the machine and press a button while it spins it to semi wet condition, but
hey! that means I can have fresher smelling -albeit not necessarily clean- gym
clothes as I no longer need to wait for laundry day once a week!

-The day I got a
box FULL of chocolate bars… expiry date was within a week and had to be
pulled out of Guest Villas, it was really yummy posh dark chocolate, my tummy
hurt for a week and I had to spend 2 months in the gym after that, but it was
worth it.

-The day (today!)
an extra set of bowls magically appeared in the staff’s restaurant, each one
was filled with all my favs: lentils, chick peas and some organic wheat thing,
yummy!… perhaps some day I will see spinach again, but don’t wanna get
greedy.

So yes, life is
simple, sometime dull, but then something extraordinary happens like a bowl of
yogurt or chocolate chip cookies, that leave me delighted for days. I wonder if
it is reasonable to get so terribly excited over eggplant?

Oh! and ofcourse
there are the sandy white beaches and those sunsets which almost make me forget
the complete and utter absence of… ya know, err… joy?

smells

D’oh!Posted
by Gala Wed,
November 18, 2009 18:39:40
Boob sweat smells like cream cheese

Chocolate instead,
please

D’oh!Posted
by Gala Tue,
November 10, 2009 14:55:44
Last night at about 5.30 pm I woke up with an eerie feeling, I looked t the
door and sure enough, there was a man standing there, staring at me as I was
asleep; he ran away the moment he realized I was awake and by the time I got
dressed (embarrassing detail to the story which I choose not to share…) he
was long gone, ran like a rabbit… the bastard!

I was so sure I had locked and latched my door.

This is the 5th time this happens.

No need to mention all other attempts to open my door in the middle of the
night or rather jiggling the doorknob to see if by any chance I had come in so
knackered I might have forgotten to lock. On another occasion somebody broke
into my room, nosed around leaving dirty foot prints which showed his trail to
my refrigerator, and stole my posh scented candles… at east that one had good
taste; I admit that one was my fault: I went on a trip and left the window semi
open so the room with air, I had made sure it was on the Mosque side though,
figuring that their religion and fear of God so overwhelming in every aspect of
their lives would guilt them into nor breaking & entering… I was grossly
mistaken. I also have seen tiny little hands with mobile peep through my shower
window trying to get a snap shot.

Local paparazzi, infinitely less glamorous.

I don’t feel threatened at all: I could seriously take any of these tiny little
men and break them in half with my left while I apply lipstick with my right.
What I feel is annoyed. First and foremost about my own stupidity: I know I
must barricade myself at nights, so damned absent minded! The fact that I know
I see these people several times a day and they probably greet me with a big
friendly smile while in their heads they are thinking “Ha! I just saw you
naked” and WORSE! me responding like a friendly fool “good
morning!” and smiling back like an idiot… that SERIOUSLY pisses me off.

Needless to say, I refuse to switch accommodation, I will NOT allow a sorry
little scumbag to punk me out of MY room!

I just wish my Fans would show their adoration by means of leaving chocolates
and a nice fruit basket by my doorstep, rather than stalking me in the wee
hours…

Meetings

D’oh!Posted
by Gala Sun,
November 08, 2009 12:57:57
Meetings…

If these people went around in circles any further they could create a small
tornado, rendering these meetings a natural disaster.

The outcome is a chaotic nonsensical series of “ideas” designed to
keep people busy in the illusion that what their jobs are important and
meaningful.

Sorry to break it to you mate…

Holy Mating,
Batman!

D’oh!Posted
by Gala Fri,
November 06, 2009 21:53:17

One of the few land animals in the
Maldives are Fruit Bats; flying all around the island most of the day and for a
break they hang upside on those palm trees, munching on young green tender
coconut seeds; when done they intentionally (I am certain) drop them on the
heads of innocent bystanders.

It is now Bat mating season so this
usually quiet creature becomes very VERY vocal: similar to a rat with a panic
attack they make these ear piercing squealing rackets like about every 10
minutes so we are constantly reminded that there is some sexual activity going
on the Island… at least SOMEONE is getting some…

Being so aware of their presence, I was
thinking the other day: these lil’ animals are as blind as…well, bats really;
they are able to navigate with remarkable precision thanks to their sensitive
hearing: they send inaudible-to us- signals and by the bounce back of this
sound are able to determine where to fly at no slow speed mind you!.

So I was wondering, if what they need is
distance to know how to move about, what do they do when they are getting… err…
up close and personal? Could it be that this insufferably loud mating sounds
are non other than the females yelling instructions? “To the left, left… your
OTHER LEFT, you idiot!, there! There! No! that’s my ear! Oh, for crissakes! Let
ME do it, Wait, yes, ok now steady ready? OK… … WHAT???? You are DONE
already????!!.

OR

Perhaps all the commotion and screaming is
just the OTHER type of mating, that is, when the males are telling all their
mates they just got lucky with some lady Bat “yeah man, she said I had a really
massive set of… wings.”

Mating does not change in any species.
“So your cave or my cave, my sweet
Coconut?…

…Oh Dear! Do excuse me, Percival
couldn’t see it was you… say, that’s quite a snout you got there, mate”

Viva la
Revolucion!!

D’oh!Posted
by Gala Tue,
November 03, 2009 10:47:59

I just had to cancel a 4 day getaway to
Singapore and I am seriously pissed off.

It seems that I can’t be done without for
3 bleeping days, which is a load of crap.

You would think getting rid of me for a
few days would be incentive enough to let me go, but naaaaa.

I am deciding wether or not to make a
little revolution…

I am feisty today.

Pre Xmas Carol

D’oh!Posted
by Gala Sun,
November 01, 2009 21:00:32
The ghost of Christmas past just popped up on my screen, full force.

I would have thought that 10 years should be enough to get over that one,
apparently not.

Had forgotten how beautiful that particular phantom was… damn!

PS
I just had a very healthy reminder of what a dumbass he is and I am actually
patting myself on the back. Don’t you jut love those reality checks that make
you go “MMhhmmm, THAT’S why it happened!”

Memory does play tricks on us, doesn’t it????!!