Sunday, April 10, 2005

I want! --

CHOCOHOLICS, brace yourselves. The Manila Peninsula is bringing back its chocolate buffet!

Get ready to taste chocolate crepes, cakes, ice cream, truffles, drinks and more! Executive Pastry Chef Berndt Beitmann will serve chocolate in every imaginable form. Seventy percent of the menu is new, so if you loved the Chocolate Nights Buffet last year, you'll love this even better.

It's pricey at P495, but true chocolate lovers will definitely not pass up on this one. Get your fix of everything chocolate and eat to your heart's content beginning April 8.

The Chocolate Buffet will be held every Friday and Saturday night at The Lobby of the Manila Peninsula from 8:30 pm to 12 midnight. P495 for adults and P295 for kids, including coffee and tea. For
reservations and inquiries, call +63 2 8872888.

<-- got this info from one of M's LJ friends.

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I like this poem --

Variations on the Word Love
by Margaret Atwood

This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It's the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts. Add lace
and you can sell
it. We insert it also in the one empty
space on the printed form
that comes with no instructions. There are whole
magazines with not much in them
but the word love, you can
rub it all over your body and you
can cook with it too. How do we know
it isn't what goes on at the cool
debaucheries of slugs under damp
pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-
seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
among the lettuces, they shout it.
Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
their glittering knives in salute.

Then there's the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.
It's not love we don't wish
to fall into, but that fear.
this word is not enough but it will
have to do. It's a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.

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