My wishes

I'd like to see the mythical splendours of ancient Egypt with god-like pharaohs in gold-inlaid barges gliding down the Nile.





Ideally, I'd wake up in a Big City hotel somewhere and during the day I'd prepare myself mentally for my concert at Wembley Stadium;





If I thought about it, I really need the sea-breeze running through our hair, both of our hair, and sometimes I wish I was the best patisserie chef since Anton Careme invented caramel.






I'd like to be invisible when I felt like it, because the possibilities are endless, and it would be amazing to see the lofty Himalayas and the hidden monasteries at the top of the world, where the prayer-flags flutter in the icy breeze.




Pets? I'd like a tiger you can cuddle and whose breath doesn't smell of yesterday's wildebeast.





Finally, I'd like to enjoy a party with my more fun friends, maybe at a music festival, and maybe I'd invite an angel along, to bring a blessing on everyone there.






c/o www.imagini.net

ordering from Roma Mia Cebu

So here I am, groggy from a quick nap & hungry as hell coz I missed breakfast.

After a few minutes of deciding where to order take out from, RL & I were racing to connect to Roma Mia since it was busy when he initially dialled their hotline. I got to connect first.

After the usual phone greetings, the guy takes my order. After which he asks for my hotel room number. I reply 1112. Then he proceeds to ask what floor. Bewildered, I answered 11th. So then he asks what room number on the floor... uhmmm 1112? Funny thing is, this goes on for a couple of minutes until he realizes that 1112 does stand for the twelfth room on the 11th floor. Sheesh!

After that, he proceeds to add our orders up. He mutters... "268 plus 268 equals.... 500 plus!" Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!

Haaayyy... people!!!!