He is Jealous

I asked you if you could come today since you'll be traveling next week and when you come back, I'll be gone camping.

Him: Whe're you going, where are you camping?

Me: In an island beach with my adventure buddies.

Him: I'm jealous.

Me:  (Satisfied evil smile :-) So, could you come today?

Him: But I'm really jealous...

Me: For sure after the camping I would have hangover  so I'd just be sleeping.

Him: That's why I'm jealous, you'll be drinking again.

Me: (rolled my eyes)

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h'appy h'alloween!

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Hallowe'en

By John Kendrick Bangs

The ghosts of all things past parade,
Emerging from the mist and shade
That hid them from our gaze,
And, full of song and ringing mirth,
In one glad moment of rebirth,
And again they walk the ways of earth
As in the ancient days.

The beacon light shines on the hill,
The will-o'-wisps the forests fill
With flashes filched from noon;
And witches on their broomsticks spry
Speed here and yonder in the sky,
And lift their strident voices high
Unto the Hunter's Moon.

The air resounds with tuneful notes
From myriads of straining throats,
All hailing Folly Queen;
So join the swelling choral throng,
Forget your sorrow and your wrong,
In one glad hour of joyous song
To honor Hallowe'en!

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That Challenged Look in their Eyes

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Once, or twice, when I was traveling by myself, curious individuals asked me how I can manage to go traveling despite that I come from a country whose most people only find themselves abroad as workers and not as "pleasure and leisure travelers."


Belgian: Did you rob a bank in your country before you came here?


Me: (surprised and confused) What do you mean?


Belgian: How are you financing your travel?


Me: Oh, it is simpler than you think. I robbed a man, not a bank.


Belgian: (smiling), poor man, he is.


Me: So now you know. I'm dangerous.



The other guys sitting around the table got amused and interested upon hearing our conversation.



French: How dangerous are you?


Me: I'm hot.... so don't come near me.


American: whew! (and whistling).


French: What else?


Me: I bite, so don't tickle me.


French: Uh-huh? (smiling)


Me: I ensnare, so don't touch me.



By this time, I sensed the excitement of the 3 or 4 men I barely knew (at least at that time) who were sharing the social room table of the hostel I was staying in. They were smiling and nodding with curious and sparkling eyes. I stood up to leave and told them, "Caution, I'm hot, I bite, and I ensnare. Keep away from me, boys."


From that time on, they regarded me with a mix of curiosity, fear, respect, and that challenged look in their eyes.



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Bitchicism Gone!

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My bitchy-love blog is gone (vitchie-bitchicism.blogspot.com).
and given no second chance.

Apparently, I have unknowingly violated a thing in Gmail's terms and conditions and in half a moment, every internet function associated with the email address I use for that blog, was gone!

I was sort of stunned when the screen stared back at me with the severe words: "Your are Banned!"


So, gone forever, that blog.


Well, not unless i do either of the two things Gmail is requiring me to do in order to recover my email address, my blog (and all the good things I used to enjoy with that email ad.) would be restored - but within the grace period of 29 days.


I found it too much trouble complying to Gmail's punctilious request, so here I am creating a new blog of expression instead.


Let what has been gone be gone... for they say there are no accidents.

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While I was thinking what to name this new blog, I was coincidentally listening to Tina Arena's song: WOMAN. I heard the words: "when you're a woman," and I was like, "yeah that's it!" 

So that's how this blog easily got it's name. :-)







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