Feet Under Water

What keeps me in bed these days: * A game of Frozen bubbles (eventhough I lose * Iced Chocolate /Iced Coffee straight off the oven top courtesy of SquareHead Mc Windy A lady with a lot achille's heel...

Fingers drumming on the car window, she was clearly bored. Sun glasses perched high up on her small nose, he couldn't see or guess if she was grumpy or moody again. "Do you know this song?" he breaks the silence? She turned to him, eyebrows arching? He begin throwing the words out. " When I get older losing my hair, Many years from now. Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine?" "Sure, if you tell me which one to get," She replied. "But you know I don't drink." He went on singing despite her reply. " It's a beatle's song, sweetie... If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door, Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four. You'll be older too, And if you say the word, I could stay with you." "I could be handy, mending a fuse (you know this is so true!) When your lights have gone. You c...

"As the Arabs see the Jews" - in an American Mag 1947 Share Friday, January 16, 2009 at 1:57pm In the grimm events of the still-going Palestenian war, my inbox of late has been bombarded by all kinds of writings and group fwds from fellow friends, family and acquantainces from corners of the globe; all basically highlighting the cruelty and suffering of the civillians involved and how each of us should somehow try in any way possible to protest this intolerable violence towards humanity. Be it by words or actions, these passed-on messages are taking quite a life of its own, both to my delight & dismay. Considering the wide-ranged backgrounds of these people that I know, it never fails to amaze me how much each individual feels affected to these events,albeit slightly for different reasons. Sometimes I wonder if these voices are about anger of the war and its inflictions, or is it all just for the sake of having an opinion against something controversial? Wh...

What day was it? Thursday? Yeah? Yes, of course. About a week after New Year's. He and I were at the beach along side the Surf Highway number 2, mapping out and checking off the attraction list from the guide books I've insisted on taking with us. Black sand beaches. "Have you seen sand like these before?Look at this. Amazing isn't it?" He gestured towards a wall of rock formation just about a meter from where we were standing. Rushing over, he pointed over to the layer of copper-coloured erosion lines. " Rust ," he mouthed confidently, grinning ear to ear.As always, his enthuthiasm is rather infectious. "Of course," I agreed. Iron rich, hot-to-the-touch sand were burning my feet as I kept on walking and breathing in the scenery around me. I hear water splashing from behind and I knew without turning he was already in the water. Chilly, chilly, pacific cold water. Yes. I have seen black sand before. Langkawi Island, up ...

You turn nine this coming April no longer eating crayons or trying out mum's heels just mediating into the boys-are-silly-they-are-so- messy-but-they're-kinda-cute phase asks me about boys now, party invites are piling up, my kid sister the social butterfly. my dad must be worried. You can't work the web cam, or type as fast i see you in my mind anyway, partly frustrated, as screaming "just you wait," into the small mic behind the pc. You tells me you're 'sorta smart' You say mum and dad thinks you're trouble just like me but a lot nicer. "You were the guinea pig, after all. It's not your fault." This coming from the baby of the house. Big 9, huh? Welcome to an almost double digit age, mini me ;)