in a race against time

“In the depths of your sadness, never forget that once we not only hunted lions, but slew them.”
Every day is somebody’ birthday.
JULY 26 -- birthday of Mick Jagger. We've got the same birthday. I was glad when I found out. null

just for fun
LEO--The Lion. Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Usually happy, but when unhappy tend to be grouchy and childish. Leo's problem becomes everyone's problem. Most Leos are very predictable and tend to be monotonous. Knows how to have fun. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Very predictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found.

*Ruled by the Sun*
(a parody)
LEO--The Lion. Night is darkest before dawn. Keep patience. The light will appear from behind the next coign. Having not time to understand what’s going on, you’ll get to embrace of happiness. The happiness will be great but without money. Therefore save up money while waiting for happiness. If happiness appears and sees you have no money, then it will disappear instantly. If it sees you have money, then it will stay by you for some time.

the last year essay you can read here:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/07/25/26_july~2702222
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*bound to win*
”You can win if you Want”
You packed your things in a carpetbag.
Left home--never looking back.
Rings on your fingers, paint on your toes,
music wherever you go.
You don't fit in a small town world
but I feel you are the girl for me.
Rings on your fingers, paint on your toes
You're leavin' town, where nobody knows.
You can win if you want
if you want it you will win.
On your way you will see
that life is more than fantasy.
Take my hand, follow me
oh you got a brand-new friend
for your life.
You can win if you want,
if you want it you will win.
Oh come on, take your chance
for a brand-new wild romance.
Take my hand for the night
and your feelings will be right,
hold me tight.
Oh darkness finds you're on your own,
endless highways keep on rollin' on.
You are miles and miles from your home
but you never want to phone your home.
A steady job and a nice young man;
your parents had your future planned.
Rings on your fingers, paint on your toes,
that's the way your story goes.
You can win if you want,
if you want it you will win.
Oh come on, take your chance
for a brand-new wild romance.
Take my hand for the night
and your feelings will be right,
hold me tight.
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*musing:*
L-Lovely
A-Adventurous
R-Refined
A-Amazing,
I’d love to meet a man who would love to take me along with him to visit this place and spending two or three weeks there:
http://www.windsor-hotels.co.jp/en/toya/
The Windsor Hotel Toya Resort & Spa (Premier Style), Toyako, Abuta, Hokkaido, Japan. I enjoy every time I visit a Japanese website. It’s so beautiful. Watching a program about this place on TV, I was impressed. The Japanese people’s attitude towards their wild nature, meaning their national parks and landscapes, is something special to me; it’s paradigm.
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*recipe*
This is a recipe of a sandwich, which hardly can be to your taste, but it is so exotic and spicy.
You cut two slices of rye-bread. One slice you spread with mustard, put a slice of salted lard on it--if the slice of salted lard is not broad enough then two slices--then you take a big pickled cucumber and cut it obliquely in two large slices--you put the slices on the lard (or only one slice, if it is big enough)--then you take four cranberries (you may take more but not less than four) and put the berries into the small holes in the slices of cucumber--then you put several rings of onion on the cucumber--then you put the next slice or two of salted lard, then you spread the second slice of rye-bread with mustard and cover the sandwich with it. The sandwich is complete. It looks very big (a sandwich for a he-man), so you can cut it in four pieces as a sort of canapés. Good appetite!
(I can’t invent a name for the sandwich. Could you help me?)
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*for video-addicts*
It is said, some nice video you can find here:
http://www.homovision.tv/gay-adverts-an-appreciation/
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Greenday--Boulevard Of Broken Dreams (lyrics)
walk a lonely road,
the only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
but it's on the mid, I walk alone
I walk this empty street
on the boulevard of broken dreams
When the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone
I walk alone and I walk up
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shalow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone
Aha aha aha aha
aha aha aha
I'm walking down the line
that divides me somewhere in my mind
On the borderline
of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
what's noft up and everything's all right
Check my vital signs
I know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone
I walk alone and I walk up
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shalow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone
Aha aha aha aha
aha aha I walk alone and I walk up
I walk this empty street
on the boulevard of broken dreams
when the city sleeps
and I'm the only one
and I walk up
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shalow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone
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*Unforgettable*
I dedicate this poem to Mr Blanche’s namesake (1945) and to Harold Acton (1904-1994), and I made the picture below, in which we can see the image of the admirable actor Nickolas Grace as Anthony Blanche (1981):

*summer poem*
Is it the nicotianas aroma?
Is it a whiff of incenses from Rome?
Was it the sunrise as you’ve known
that Fates guarded you?
The angel-like English middy was sinning
in the sunlit, oddly decorated room.
Do you remember?
Do you remember
the crystal sonatas,
the jonquil chair,
Salome’s last dance?
In vain
night rosins fiddlesticks.
Like a moth
my soul flies toward the lime-scented evening,
toward Thame
to see the last sunrays
and the middle parting
of twenties undergraduate
in a maze of mirrors.

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Unforgettable. null
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*nothing personal*
“Nothing personal”, you can hear this from the one who hurts you sometimes. “All this is most personal”, it stands like this when personally I hurt or when I defend something. As T.E. Lawrence said: “I liked a particular Arab very much, and I thought that freedom for the race would be an acceptable present.”
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