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Frightening Blocks That Blotch Feet

Perhaps I’ve seen too many hotels lately, but I feel some ‘fluffy fatigue’ in head and bones when hotels become the topic of conversation. No matter how many stars they might have, after a while they all become the same. There’s one exception though: their location. When someone mentions hotels on 5th ave, and it’s the Big Apple’s miles long ‘spine’, I feel bounced again. It’s not the string of famous names to be found down there, as one might expect, but it’s New York’s ‘green lungs’ Central Park that’s the number one I would like to visit. Even the 2 million visitors each month can’t scare me; its more than 800 acres of various greens and even wildlife provide able space to explore and to wonder. My only reservation is the frightening number of blocks I might have to encounter and blotch my poor feet.

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

From the film ‘Pillow Talk’ in which Doris Day’s apartment shows some shared things and some bedroom problems. It’s not the size of the apartment though. And I would trade in my neighbour for her’s. Instantly. Mine is a pain in the neck. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.. by 2011?

Body Talks, Body Pillow

Having had a handful of international flights in a short span of time, I had to notice again the number of passengers fast asleep or relaxing with a small inflatable support around the neck. That’s clever thinking, but I never come to the day to purchase one myself. To my surprise there’s also a kind of giant version of it: the comfort u body pillow. I’m pretty sure the flight attendants of any airliner won’t allow you to get one of those in, but my body talks when seeing one. Especially my weak backbone would give it a warm welcome. How to accommodate such a thing into my small room, is another story.

A Heart Of Hope

This beautifully made clip can make you sad and give you hope at the same time. And isn’t that fitting for this time of year of saying goodbye to things that have passed, and looking forward to the things that come? Not being sure if I’ll be online again this year, I wish you all a Merry Xmas and a happy New Year.

Tiny Feet Into Tiny Boots

Even at this very moment, with a number of days left to Christmas that equals the number of toes in my left shoe, I’m not sure where I’ll be those days. Perhaps the closing of the year also means the closure of my current job here. And that could entail going home or to Singapore once more. Whatever the destination, it’s the wet season down there. So, although the ground beneath my tiny feet is scorching hot at the moment, to consider a pair of kamik rain boots as a Christmas present to myself isn’t that far fetched. Luckily, tiny feet fit into tiny boots; my favourits are those pink kid’s boots for just about ten bucks. It’s not just a child’s heart that’s easily made happy.

Oh Dear, That Reindeer!

What have we got here? A lot’s going on here; there’s a cosy gathering of a whole team of family members, there’s food, there’s presents, there’s even some kind of reindeer participating. Still I’m not sure if I would like to have a xmas dinner like this one.

Christmas Camels And Snow Stockings

It’s been exactly a week ago that I mentioned how I missed all the familiar preparations for Christmas. Except the ubiquitous presence of Dark Kings from the East, there’s not that much around here that’s even close to the Feast of Light. One week of nothing elso done than hard work, a fast bite and restless sleep passed, also means I just got ample time for the only option left to me; to show a handful of dear people that I haven’t forgotten them and Send Christmas ornaments from Personal Creations. My personal favourit to send and to receive is the applique Snowman in Snowfall velvet stockings. If I whip up a local camel the sending still will be successful. The receiving part is another Christmas Tale that might need another year to be told.

Skills Not Always Save Security

Not only auctions can become places where people play with fire. No matter the undoubtful skills of fire fighters, a higher bid at the very end can become of a sudden impact. With no safety net available you certainly need a strike of luck by then.

Auction Skunks And Skills

One doesn’t have to be a gambler to enjoy the excitement of some sort of competition that might end up in win or lose. Might end up, because scores of people like to watch, to be present, but not to participate. Think of sport events. To step into an actual arena and become really a part of it has been scary to a lot of people till pretty recently. Think of public auctions of real estate. With the possibility of an online auction these days the number of people who don’t feel intimidated but rather feel at ease, has grown rapidly. And it doesn’t have to be international names such as Sotheby’s or eBay either. National and even regional auctions online or sites with comparable elements of bidding attract more and more people. With not all of these people being altogether reliable, actually being plain skunks, to strike lucky still takes the same skills as in the old days.

A Graph Off One’s Guard

Got some muscles working here, and some attached wires too. A nice and available piece of contemporary technique as well. A slight awareness of a danger creeping up...no, unfortunately. I sense an abnormal rhythm causing a local damage though.

To Measure Muscles And Modesty

Once you have seen someone you know in a hospital’s IC attached to all sorts of wires and machinery, you’ll never forget how fragile a human life is. The more surprised you might be, hearing that some rather simple precautions can prevent a lot of these situations that muscle into your life. Take an ecg machine for instance. Within fifteen minutes, this inexpensive and harmless procedure will trace many (possible) abnormalities of your heart that you weren’t even aware of. Yet. Prevention is still better than cure: things like modesty and awareness are other, really free-of-charge ways to a healthy 2011. I toast to that. In all modesty, of course.

A Surplus Of Soap

With not that much around here that reminds me of Christmas; decorated trees, familiar sounds and faces, anything that comes close is welcomed by me. Even if it’s made of bubbles... that reminds me that I still have to do the laundry.

Not A 18k Knot

For girls with diamonds in the eyes, the summit of the season is approaching. One doesn’t have to remind them though, they’ll know. High expectations might compete with the tallest christmas tree in any place in the US or Europe. In the part of the world I am it’s not that all present or self-evident. A few at random shades of red coloured items evaporate here almost as quickly as many a perfume that escapes from its bottle. To stay in touch with what’s to be found under the christmas trees, I surf a lot and bumped into sites where they sell everlon jewelry.

It might be me, or the 18k gold here that’s pretty much standard, but what I saw looked a bit cheap to me. Despite that, some of the prices make my intestines go into a knot. And like with opening a bottle of perfume, for a split second I got a cocktail of stunning impressions, like the image of someone flying to the Emirates with his loved one, buying a piece of jewelry here. All 'n all, it won’t be cheaper, but an experience that will last forever. Because the sales lady was giving me the looks, I reluctantly closed the bottle again.

A Wedge To Wriggle For

Twelve mouthwatering seconds here, a true Tantalus cup to me. I feel a cold running down my spine, despite the scorching heat outside. I wish you all a nice weekend with lots of blackberry pie. Endulge yourself and save a wedge for me please.

To Carry A Berry

Drop the name of blackberry, and two things might happen: I get the tantalizing itch to order a gigantic wedge of this long-sought-never-found delicacy in the Emirates, or it brings me back to this year’s month of August when the smartphone of the same name got banned for a while in Dubai. Out of the blue, it wasn’t that ‘smart’ anymore having a Berry with you. And I’m told half a million were walking around in the Emirates by then. That might be a bit strong, but let’s say ‘many people’? At the time I wasn’t there yet, but was preparing to go there. All things considered and looking back, it wasn’t much more than a sandstorm in a mint tea-cup. But then again; one might get burned by hot tea, and carry the marks of it till Kingdom comes. And the power of sand should be known by people who live with it. I crave for the welcoming smell of a blackberry pie even more than ever. I wonder why.

A Sunday’s Sneeze

Just for the fun this clip, although it’s not a Sunday. It has a sniff of neanderthal and going back to nature. I’m not sure if you’ll be proven to be allergic for this kind of humor, but you can give it a go. The equivalent of a prehistoric sneeze is also present.

Give An Itch An Inch

I can imagine that even among the Neanderthal population a sneeze was nothing special and therefor nothing to worry about. Unless you were hiding under the poison ivy shrubs with a stone axe to see if the evening meal would be so kind to pass by. I can even picture our ancestor under that shrub being focused, and not being disturbed by a sting of some sort of bee, not even blink a watery eye or getting a rash. But those days of roaming around nature are far behind us.

Today’s jungle is made of concrete, steel, glass and, so it seems, too vigerously cleaned homes and offices. It’s good to know there’s the today’s equivalent of a medicineman and much more reliable; an allergy doctor austin, just a corner away in that same concrete jungle when you need him. But I would stop worrying about some dust and dirt around you and not confuse a mountain with a mole-hill and give nature some time and an inch to give us an itch.

A Future Fling For Flimsies

A few samples of beach outfits that I’m not able to wear in the next two years. Or I should choose one of the mentioned beaches for my future holiday destination. Lets see it from the sunny side: those two years of restriction give me enough time to work out and to fit in those flimsies again when the day comes.

Wearing A Win-Win

Force of habit it might be, but looking for something new to wear brings me in a jiffy to the old and a bit weary familiar places. Not very surprising that the latest purchase won’t be that ‘new’, in the sense of being refreshingly different. Walking a less trampled down pavement for a change I’ve come across rocawear lately. This not very obvious line of fashion to me provided some lounge wear such as tees and pants I can use as a smart and out-of-the-ordinary beach outfit that I wasn’t able to find. It covers a lot of skin, being very appropriate and handy for some public beaches over here. At the same time, I feel good. A clear win-win situation.