A truism..

USA is like an underwear. Its the Dick that makes the mess, but its the Bush that sticks out!

Setting in the land of the rising sun!

Sun sets on the American Air.

Apocryphal sun,
words indifferent , actions uneven.
Swaying like a new tree in the wind,
figment of a fertile mind
on green grass deranged
sinking in a hurry,
apocryphal death.
Rising again,
a new dawn blazing
eternal hope and
apocryphal happiness.

Motivation...

is the spark that lights the fire of achievement.
is the fuel that drives the engine of glory.
is hope feed.
is the drive born out of desire.
is the seed of inner strength
is the road to self-knowledge
is the blind man's light,
is the cripple's crutch,
is the mute's tongue,
is the sinking man's piece of wood,
is the silver lining on a dark cloud!

is so friggin hard to come by when you need it most!

Ecstasy.

Ecstasy is looking out the window as u wake up and see a cloud just outside the balcony!
It was like I had died and gone to heaven.
I know , I know.. That was so presumptuous.
Maybe it was the cloud 9 express to salvation!

A hard night's party in the city. The bartender took a fancy to me I must say. She was a real hottie too. Appropriately named Brandy. I got free shots of Vodka, each time I went to buy a drink at the bar.
Did you guys know that Vodka doesnt have any sugar in it ? Brandy is a diabetic and I bought her a shot of Grey Goose. Coz, thats all she drinks.
Oh! and she made beautiful espresso martinis. With pink rose petals on the top. An artist, I must say. The way the cream was poured, such that it stayed as a layer, right on top of the alcohol. Marvellous.

Does all the above explain the cloud I saw this morning ? Maybe! *wink*

I must end on a word of caution though. Never get too pally with a hot bartender. You get too drunk to even get her telephone number.
*sigh* There is always a next time.