Feet Under Water

Enough said.

It was a bumpy, long, ride home. I was more than restless when the plane touched down in Kuala Lumpur International Airport. So much to do, so much to do... While waiting for bags, my mind was shifting from people's faces and the list of tasks I knew I needed to do right away. Let's see... ...1. Check emails ...2. Hug mum ...3. Nail the interview.. ...4. find a way to not live at home.... yeah right? 'Chill,' I told myself. Chill . More sternly. God. It will be alright. You are an adult. You are 27 year old woman. Just Chill, girl! The Airport didn't feel at all welcoming. It felt very, very foreign. Like I was foreign. Perhaps it was  I that had changed. I couldn't see Dad after I was done at the immigration point. I wondered if again, they had forgotten me. It was not uncommon being among a big family unit. Surely enough, after twenty minutes perusing the shops for last minute chocolate gifts for the kids I hear my name called. It wa...

today is about how other people work. what they see, what they like. browsing the craft of others always somehow inspire me to try attempt my own in a different perspective. its good practice.

Do I go? Do I stay? I keep running in circles. Do I go? Do I stay? S.O.S

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...