Friday, September 5, 2008

NEEDLESS TO SAY- THAT NIGHT I COULDN'T SLEEP.
I WAS TOSSING AND TURNING, I JUST COULDN'T MAKE UP MY MIND WHETER
TO GO TO THE COPS WITH THIS, OR TO FOLLOW THE LEAD MYSELF
AND SAVE THE DAY.
I GOT OUT OF BED AND POURED MYSELF A LARGE SCOTCH, TOPPING IT
OFF WITH CRUSHED ICE FOM THE FRIDGE. SAT DOWN IN MY ARM CHAIR
WHILST LOOKING AT THE BAY VIEWS BELOW THROUGH THE WINDOW.
I READ THE NOTE AGAIN...
AT THAT MOMENT I GUESS I DECIDED TO FOLLOW THE LEAD MYSELF.
I DECIDED TO GO DOWN TO THE YAGHT BASIN FIRST THING IN THE MORNING
AND CHECK OUT THE SCENE.
to my good friend Kenson Chen... welcome to my blog. hope you enjoy the stories.
ಹಲೋ ಟು ಮೈ ಗುಡ್ ಫ್ರೆಂಡ್ ಕೆನ್ಸೋನ್ ಚೆನ್ ಆಲ್ ದಿ ವಿ ಫ್ರೊಂ ಚೀನಾ.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

I HELD THE PAPER TO MY NOSE AND BREATHED IN THE ROSE SCENT THAT THE AUTHOR HAD SPRAYED ON IT, THEN I STARTED TO READ AGAIN FROM THE BEGINNING:
"TO THE ONE WHO FOUND ME-
I BELIEVE OUR PATHS WERE DESTINED TO CROSS. JUST AS I INTENDED YOU TO FIND THIS MESSAGE, YOU ARE INTENDED TO READ IT. MY NAME IS PAMELA AND I AM A TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD WOMAN BEING HELD CAPTIVE BY A DERANGED MAN WHO IS BESOTTED WITH ME. I AM HELD AGAINST MY WILL IN A ROOM ON A YAGHT SOMEWHERE IN THE DURBAN YAGHT BASIN. PLEASE HELP ME. THE YAGHT IS BLUE IN COLOR AND IS FARELY LARGE. THATS ALL I CAN REMEMBER."

I LET THE CONTENTS OF THE NOTE SINK IN FOR A MINUTE. WAS IT CO-INCIDENCE THAT I HAPPENED TO FIND THIS NOTE OR WAS IT FATE? YOU SEE- I'M A PRIVATE "DIC" AND I SPECIALISE IN FINDING LOST PEOPLE...
TUNE IN TOMOROW FOR THE CONTINUATION:
A STORY FOR YOU:
BY COBUS ESTERHUIZEN

DAY ONE:

IT WAS A QUIET, WARM SUMMERS DAY IN DURBAN- SOUTH- AFRICA. THE WAVES WERE ROLLING IN GENTLY FROM WHO KNOWS WHERE IN THE WORLD. I SAT THERE ON MY TOWEL JUST STARING OUT AT THE SEA WHEN MY EYE CAUGHT A SPARLE WASHING UP ON SHORE. I GOT UP AND WALKED OVER TO IT- IT WAS A GLASS BOTTLE AND AS I BENT TO PICK IT UP, I NOTICED THAT IT HAD A ROLLED UP PEACE OF PAPER IN IT. ANXIOUSLY I TUGGED AT THE CORK THAT SEALED THE BOTTLE AND WITH A "POP" IT GAVE.
A SWEET SMELL EMITTED FROM THE BOTTLE. I TURNED IT UPSIDE DOWN AND THE PAPER SLIPPED OUT. HASTILY I UNROLLED IT AND STARTED TO READ THE MESSAGE IT CONTAINED.
(WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED? TUNE IN TOMOROW)


this is my daughter- one of them any way. Aint she cute? She is a little princess- in my eyes any way.

sometimes a little naughty but what child aint?





what is it that makes a guy do things like this?


what makes ones skin so elastic?



and then you get the guys who just don't know when to shut up...
hey what's up out there? i bet there's a lot of guys who are up tight this minute...
but then that would mean the chicks are "down" if you catch my drift...
send me some pics and i'll send you mine. chow for now...
be "up" be "down" be whatever; just do it to the best of your ability and you will make me smile.