[SenorJalapeno]

Kavita ji, are you defending Tayba ji or trying to pick a fight with me? Huh? Huh? Never thought I'd see the day you would get all rowdy and stuff Lmao! As for the stalking, I get stared at a lot when I'm at the lake, but thats probably because I usually don't have any clothes on.

[SenorJalapeno]

Almost always (Unless its a skimpily clad voluptuous blonde besides a broken-down convertible on a isolated highway…either because I'm concerned that if I stop to help, I may soon need help myself or because I'm afraid I may erm help myself to too much of her. Lmao!).

Shame Kweschun Puhleez.

[SenorJalapeno]

Aren't they endangered? Yuck anyways.

Eggs Sardou (Shrimp, artichokes, spring onions and capsicum on toasted foccacia, smothered in hollandaise sauce, served with two poached eggs, melted emmenthal cheese and roasted tomatoes on the side)?

[SenorJalapeno]

(I'm soothing! My self-imposed uniform of choice! Excellent choice).

Heart of glass. There is something poetically just about a life that feels too much and shatters within than a heart that feels too little and shatters others. Do you have a book of questions? You and Ninja are my favorite 'Question-ers.'

Same question please!

[SenorJalapeno]

Friend

[SenorJalapeno]

I've loved. I've been loved. Problem is, I haven't been loved when I was doing all the loving, and I haven't loved back when I was being loved. Sounds too simple to be complicated? Actually it is so complicated it seems simple. Blaise Pascal once said: 'Human things must be known to be loved, but Divine things must be loved to be known.' I was loved and did not know. I knew and was not loved…except by God.

I am as one between memory and hope. I often think of the one that loved me with all that she had, only to realize, that I was orbiting myself and sadly had no love to give. I regret that season of selfishness when future possibilities are hopelessly lost in the caustic fog of present immediate gratifications.

It is a miserable truth that I swallow as a bitter pill each time I reminisce. Yes, I am yet in love with the memory of being loved. It is but a pathetic compromise, since I can no longer have the love of the one who loved me, for she loves another and is loved in return. I can only hope that true love will yet again find me if only to chastise me gently that I have searched in all the wrong places and uncovered all sorts of feelings but yet to discover the one thing that eludes my soul. I pray and hope with everything in me that when I do find the love that makes life worth living, I would receive it humbly and cherish it fiercely.

Enough of my pain. Here is another's:

So I'm waiting by a phone
For the blessed ring
Like a Holy Grail
For a fisher king
Time is ticking down
Like a metronome
Rythmn for my brain
And its ceaseless scares
I never seem to play them to the beat I hear
Though my heart beat is a beat
That beats so near

So we had a talk last night
About the heavy blow that you dealt in fight
Your back against the wall
It was a puzzle piece
Important to the whole that I may not find
You placed within the hole
I never seem to put them in the gaps I see
Like a puzzle where the pieces lost you and me

So Im changing who I am
'cos what I am's not good
And I know you love me now
But I don't see why you should
And I don't see why you should
No I don't see why you should

So I drift into the end like a moth to light
Down the boulevard to a coffee shop
In the land of song
In the land of wait
Beat is bearing down on this lonely town
I never seem to write them down as good as you
Like I some where lost the keys that let me in

So I'm changing who I am
'cos what I am's not good
And I know you love me now
But I don't see why you should
So i'm changing who I am
'cos what I am's not good
And I know you love me now
Though I don't see why you should
And I don't see why you should
No I don't see why you should

Leigh Nash singing Matt Slocum's words in Six Pence None The Richer's album, 'Divine Discontent.' He writes the words I dream of writing and she sings with a voice I wish to God I heard in my heart and dreamt of every night.

[SenorJalapeno]

Kavita ji, all that glitters is not gold and at times the occasional flash may not capture a moment and freeze it forever in our memories as much as it provides a moment for others to discover or perhaps disdain. If people wish to see my erm pedigree, they are free to do so at their own risk, but it is not for them that I bare myself…it is for the sake of my spirit…for when the obelisk of the south is erm let loose along with its rotund companions, so follow my heart and soul, unfettered and free. Yippee for the Hippee whose pantalones will soon go unzippee!

[SenorJalapeno]

Ah Tayba ji, weird people seek out others like them…Lmao! Sorry you have to deal with an idiot. Problem is you may have to repeat the performance again, several times, in the near future. You see, idiot population abounds around us. I join their ranks every once in a while…especially when I provoke the Hobbit and she goes ballistic. Lol. How is your weekend?

[SenorJalapeno]

Lol. Im going to save my provoking for later. Right now, Im going to smile and enjoy being SenorOopsMyBellySticksOuttaLot. Have fun over the weekend. Shouldn't be that difficult. All you have to do is be yourself. Lol.

[SenorJalapeno]

Hmm a teacher with OCD. Lmao! Have a great weekend as well. I plan on flashing my hindside to the helpless inhabitants the live around a lake a few hours away from my house.

[SenorJalapeno]

Maybe its both. Lol.

[SenorJalapeno]

Boo, I'm glad you like wild flowers. They have more 'charisma.' If I can get the three noisy (two nosy as well) ones, Boo, Ness, Kavita and Alie in one place, it would be awesome! It could quickly become awful if I happened to get on the 'dark' side of two in particular…one that is against being provoked and the other who doesn't think much of sloppy kisses. Lmao! Oh, please don't trouble yourselves to respond. Lol.

[SenorJalapeno]

Erm red is just not my thing. How about Black and brown?

Pale blue and Charcoal gray OR Ivory white and Nutmeg brown?

PS: Oi Alie, just buy me the dang Jaguar. You wouldn't need to walk around with a finger to my heart.

[SenorJalapeno]

Poor dude? Amen! Lmao!

[SenorJalapeno]

I travel a lot. Too much if you ask me. But, I somtimes wish that I lived in a world where I could step out of my home and find myself flying over land and sea to greet a friend. Forums, email, chat and 3G mobiles aside, it would be awesome to just knock on a friend's door on the other side of the ocean and surprise them with a bunch of wild flowers; a coffee-stained, dog-eared favorite book with stick-notes on your favorite pages; a generous chunk of cheesecake; and a thermos filled with hot-chocolate made from ground toblerone with a pinch of cayenne…smother them with a bear-hug and a sloppy kiss and waft away back home. Sigh!

There are a few people in here with whom I would love to share a cup of coffee and a croissant stuffed with chicken-salad and romaine lettuce. Life is so complicated, Tayba ji. But, thank God for friends. The ones we see everyday…and the ones we've never seen but feel within.

[SenorJalapeno]

The World according to Garp is an amazing book…a cult-classic similar to Heller's Catch-22. I just started reading Patrick Lencioni's 'Three Signs of a Miserable Job.' If you are starting out in your career path, its a great book to read. His other books are: 'Death by Meeting,' 'The Five Dysfunctions of a Team,' 'The Five Temptations of a CEO,' 'The Four Obsessions of An Extraordinary Executive,' and 'Silos, Politics and Turf Wars.' You could pick up any one of them and be satisfied if you are in management or leadership career path.

Just finished Shashi Tharoor's India: From Midnight to Millennium and Beyond. Very interesting. If you like a different perspective on India from its pre-colonial past to its post-colonial confusion, this is a great book to read. Yesterday, I was looking for something and saw a copy of Barbara and Allan Pease's wonderful book: 'Why Men Don't Listen and Women Can't Read Maps.' No need to elaborate. Lmao. Read it and laugh or weep.

[SenorJalapeno]

Jaguar? Oh God! XJ Super V8 with 400 Horsepower Supercharged engine, 6-speed ZF automatic transmission, 20-inch Callisto wheels…now if only I could get my hands on USD 95000.00. Any philanthropists in here?

Sigh! Comedies it is. Romance is above. I am broken-hearted. So, here is the question: Cars or motorbikes?

[SenorJalapeno]

A not-hobbit apparently genuine she-husband and a yes-ninja she-wife as well…good grief…this is more than a mere mid-summers night dream…its a faustian nightmare of gargantuan proportions. I need some Vicodin and Dr. House…or my very own Knight in shining hijaab. (I can see Ninja brandishing a metal roti-roller in her hand going 'Shriek Shriek Shriek…'

[SenorJalapeno]

Uh huh its the axe. Lmao! Oh, Tayba ji, how come everyone has heard the sound of your 'Lil Baba' laughter and I haven't? This is so not fair. Fly over erm South East Asia's major cities laughing as loud as you can…and I assure you I would hear it. Wear a bright hijaab and fly at one-quarter impulse speed so I could clearly see you. Lol.

[SenorJalapeno]

Blue. Cannot explain why. Just cannot imagine wearing any other color and being as happy.

Same question please.

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