A Different Kettle Of Karaoke

Why didn’t I ever think of this way of karaoke? In this way, ‘Wherever I lay my hat, is my home’, might come closer to reality, save me some embarrassment and the ear drums of others.

A Sore Cat And Karaoke Songs

Every now and then I meet some Pilippinas here in Abu Dhabi. Not that hard to do, they’re easily recognized. And we do what loads of foreigners do who work abroad: gather together after working hours. Usually it’s in bars and restaurants. Home is an evergreen topic of conversation. Some of them have spotted a local difference. Because there’s no sign of karaoke bars, they’re not able to sing the karaoke songs that they’re so fond of. For me, as a cat with a sore throat, this void is a blessing, and perhaps for the girls as well.

Have Fun, Be Foxy

To get in tune for a foxy weekend with no restrictions, why not start listening to this rather surprising laid back version of Jimi Hendrix’ Foxy Lady? Have fun.

The Full 14 And Foxy

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. At least that’s how the saying goes. The fascinating part is how this image fluctuates through centuries and cultures. We all know for example how luscious Rubens’ women look like. And perhaps wondered why they were considered attractive, having become familiar to the much more hour-glassed models and actrices of our own era. Not that this did much good to the tens of millions of women ‘with-a-bit-extra’. But there are signs of improvement, of a change. And for sure, unlike Rubens’ women, today’s ladies with a Full 14 and more can lay their hands on fitting plus size lingerie. And be very foxy. Maybe today we witness the casting off the last strait jacket; the one and all dominating image that restrict us to see beauty in all its appearance and glory?

Pretty Blooming

Late bloomer as I am, recently I am hooked up to FB games. It is like: once tasted always wanted because as soon as you even consider a nap you don’t want to stop. It’s addictive. And I got addicted all right. When my friend Rbubilyn introduced the game to me I was just curious. At the time it lasted only an hour. I did not like the idea of running all the time to do some planting and harvesting. It was tiring and I rather used my time for the rituals of blogging. Today, my beautiful butt doesn’t like to move once I have started to plant and harvest. However, it is not only Farmville, I enjoy a handful of FB games these days. A rich picking, one might say.

Getting Things In Gear

To set your teeth in a target while not using the right optics. And what happens then. That’s how to describe this clip. A warning: watching can make you blow hot and cold.

Tool With A Tusk

Being on the pretty exhausting prowl for a job once more I wonder what the equivalent for spotting scopes is. If there is any. What could give me, job hunting, the advantage of these telescopes with special optics used for surveillance and observation, and more innocent; birdwatching? How can I spot a suitable target? What Tool with a Tusk is there so I can set my teeth in something of substance? The end justifies the means, they say. I got a few weeks left to find out. I keep you posted. But hush, no sounds, or my prime object might escape.

A Frisky Facial

Maybe this clip shows one of the exceptions why one should be moderate at any time. I personally don’t see bad side effects of long training hours of facial muscles and tissue. A smile a day keeps the trouble away, right?

Pores Fall A Prey

It seems ages ago to me that I wrote about drinking tea as a healthy acne treatment. Charming and for sure more tasty than any other treatment I knew of, I also wondered how much of that tea one needed to drink to get the full benefit, to get it working. I still don’t know and I’m not able to read tea leaves. Being moderate in general is still the best healthy thing. Enough has been said about a well balanced diet, that a skin will show it. One thing that keeps on bugging me though since I’ve set foot in the Emirates: sunshine boosts the start of vitamins essential for the skin, but too long hours in the sun gets you burnt. So, that’s beneficial to my skin. Then why am I missing the days on the beaches at home that terribly? Apart that stress blocks pores, that can’t be healthy.

A Very Ductile Dog

Some other pavement in some other country showing a really double Lucky Dog. But what a breed, what an upbringing: he’s so modest just taking his portion. I wonder if it was the right training or just..mm..lucky?

Dog’s Doggery And Dinner

It has taken me some time to notice, but there aren’t many Men’s Best Friends walking the pavements here. We’re talking dogs here, to avoid any possible misunderstanding. Maybe their absence is a blessing in disguise. My personal experience with dogs is, let me put it mildly; of mixed feelings. I still don’t know for sure if it’s the animal or the human being to blame for. I suspect people not realizing enough that their cute puppy will grow and eat their ears off, if not literally than for sure financially. Things like dog training aids to control all those muscles and weight of the beast aren’t a luxury. Dog collars are perhaps the first and most important choice. After having made the right choice of breed, being prepared to remain calm, patient and consistent at any time and give much love. Then we all might turn into Lucky Dogs. Me included for not getting regarded anymore as Dog’s Dinner’s prime treat.

Shoddy Signs Of Significance

The choice for these signs from the Philippines show I’m slightly suffering from homesickness. Some signs however show that street advertising isn’t always telling very clear the message and misses the point. But I don’t.

To Mediate On Mail Within Measure

With one month extra to find a job in the Emirates, being my last shot, one can speak of a deadline, that’s for sure. Through the regular channels it hasn’t been a successfull enterprise so far. I didn’t expect a dead easy undertaking, but neither a tough nut to crack like this one. If I understand the gist of direct mail marketing -the shortest line possible to the target group- I ought to think of using ways such as flyers or street advertising. But living in a different and very unfamiliar culture I don’t dare, being afraid to be marked as offensive. Then again; I might get response that could be proven useful and a well investment. So, to mail might mean a good measure?

The Trouble With Tea

For those who wondered where I was hanging around these days: I still find myself among the Emirates' tea drinkers. That can be called a surprise but I might see the bottom of my possiblities here pretty soon. Many things here aren't my cup of tea. Therefor a clip about a cup of coffee.

A Whimsey About Weight

At first there wasn’t any of my bells ringing the moment water pills were the topic of conversation. That’s because we’re using the more prosaic name of P-Pills down here. That some people use them to lose weight, or try to, or have expectations of, isn’t a surprise to me. Neither is the guaranteed disappointment that follows not much later. All that will show to have lost weight is one’s purse. I suggest a good chat with a friend over a cup of strong coffee; works as perfect as those pills, it’s cheaper and more tasty.

Blue Toothed, Blue Eyed Boy

That bluetooth has its pro’s and con’s is beyond question. Nothing’s perfect. To get yourself embarrassed in public is one thing, inside your own home is another. One thing’s sure, it’s questionable who’s embarrassed the most; the one who’s wearing the set or the one who’s watching him.

Don’t Boggle At Being Blue Toothed

When you look rather silly while, at the same time, you’re thinking you look pretty cool you’d better think again and scratch the back of your ear. That is, if you’re not wearing a Bluetooth headset. It might drop. Then again, it might not be the looks that raise an eyebrow. It might be the way, the behaviour of a tiny group of wandered off people using a headset like this. Personally I don’t mind a black sheep or two with maddish mutton manners. They can be a laugh. It’s the flock of people driving cars almost blindfolded while having their cellphones against their ear that annoys me. A good shearing is what I recommend, and a bluetooth headset.

A Prank And A Putt

I might have found a shred of evidence for the reason of the low Hong Kong birth rate. A glance of a very tiny piece of the dragon’s tail. That won’t cover the whole story however. Some bits and pieces are still unknown, and a wrong interpretation is lurking. A putt of that tail is a possibility.

Resolutions And Revealing Rates

Next to fireworks, statistics have been flying around the globe the past couple of days. Very likely you have seen the first and missed the second. No hard feelings; I still wish you all a blessed 2011. May all your resolutions still be alive. But like always, no matter how young this new year is, I stumbled upon a few totally non compatable issues (at first glance). Take the average birth rate for this world. The highest rate should be in Niger, and the lowest in Hong Kong, so it seems. What started me brooding over is the following: would there be clear evidence of a high and low rate of unique baby shower invitations between these two? Or between any set of countries or continents? At the moment, I’m still somewhere halfway Niger and Hong Kong. With not much chance I’ll end up in the first, but might visit the latter sooner than expected, I might take a second look overthere for a real unique find. If I do, I’ll let you know.