hey salsa girl!!!!! I'm now forever gonna be online cos i got me own laptop today!!! and I can connect with this funky wifi sci fi thingie, so It's greta, I'm dancing with me laptop today!!!

Woohoo!! Kayo's got a laptop - he's gonna dance all over the keyboard....

Melons are ripe and raring to go...

Khall - can you drive i'm a bit drippy in the back - off season.

Where is the flamenco babe? Miss her..

Och, well they come and they go go go.

Melons are ripe and raring to go...

Khall - can you drive i'm a bit drippy in the back - off season.

Where is the flamenco babe? Miss her..

Och, well they come and they go go go.

You mean Glauka right? She's been truly ruly busy more than the rest of us apparently.... but yeah - I wanna see her frilly dresses and hear her tapping shoes again toooooooo....

Shall we play Gypsy Kings to summons Glauka back to Club de Bedlam????

OH MY GOD!!! Guess what happened to me this week?

There I was minding moi own business.. working my tail off - editing a short film script on the side (written by a friend), which triggered my memories and thoughts of a few certain people in my past.

Lo and behold - the very next day - I received a phone call that one of the key people from this memory 'trigger' was on Phuket (from Oz) searching for me....

Having not seen or heard from this person in 5 yrs, I freaked out a little bit - to say the least

Life's like a box of chocolates...... HOW BIZARRE!!!!!

OH MY GOD!!! Guess what happened to me this week?

There I was minding moi own business.. working my tail off - editing a short film script on the side (written by a friend), which triggered my memories and thoughts of a few certain people in my past.

Lo and behold - the very next day - I received a phone call that one of the key people from this memory 'trigger' was on Phuket (from Oz) searching for me....

Having not seen or heard from this person in 5 yrs, I freaked out a little bit - to say the least

Is this the start of a Harlequin novel, sis?

INDESCRETIONS IN PHUKET

by Squiggy

. . . Shock. That was the predominant feeling rushing through her every fibre. But the pleasant kind that caused a rash of goosebumps to appear over her tender skin and butterflies to flutter uncontrollably in her sleek stomach.

It was another humdrum week of too much work, climaxed only by some pleasant memories of bygone friends now almost forgotten. She was feeling quite bushed when her mobile unexpectedly rang.

"By jingoes," she mentally exclaimed as recognition of the warm and pleasant voice on the other end washed over her. No doubt she was chuffed but tried hard not to sound overly so in her reply. "Is this possible," she mused to herself, "that no sooner do I reminisce of an old cobber and he should, unbeknowst to me, be searching me out in the same moment? Could this be the dinky di?"

. . . (not yet The End)

Life's like a box of chocolates......

I ate the whole dam.n box years and years ago. Where does that leave me now?

I ate the whole dam.n box years and years ago. Where does that leave me now?

Snickerless?

Go on ...... show me no hershey

OH MY GOD!!! Guess what happened to me this week?

There I was minding moi own business.. working my tail off - editing a short film script on the side (written by a friend), which triggered my memories and thoughts of a few certain people in my past.

Lo and behold - the very next day - I received a phone call that one of the key people from this memory 'trigger' was on Phuket (from Oz) searching for me....

Having not seen or heard from this person in 5 yrs, I freaked out a little bit - to say the least

Is this the start of a Harlequin novel, sis?

INDESCRETIONS IN PHUKET

by Squiggy

. . . Shock. That was the predominant feeling rushing through her every fibre. But the pleasant kind that caused a rash of goosebumps to appear over her tender skin and butterflies to flutter uncontrollably in her sleek stomach.

It was another humdrum week of too much work, climaxed only by some pleasant memories of bygone friends now almost forgotten. She was feeling quite bushed when her mobile unexpectedly rang.

"By jingoes," she mentally exclaimed as recognition of the warm and pleasant voice on the other end washed over her. No doubt she was chuffed but tried hard not to sound overly so in her reply. "Is this possible," she mused to herself, "that no sooner do I reminisce of an old cobber and he should, unbeknowst to me, be searching me out in the same moment? Could this be the dinky di?"

. . . (not yet The End)

Life's like a box of chocolates......

I ate the whole dam.n box years and years ago. Where does that leave me now?

Well, actually Tippy bro', it was more like... ring ring, editor of local paper calling. "Some dude named BZ from Oz is on the island lookin for you," .... Squiggy drops phone!

Picks up phone, "<deleted> did you say?".... "OMG, OMG, OMG, OH MY GOD!!!"

... to be continued.

ps. do you need directions to the chocolate shop?

I wish i had a "sleek stomach"

"She tooke out the compact from her Prada handbag to check her hair and was siping some excess powder off her nose when the short, fat Burmese bouncer opened the door for her.

The room was crowded and a festering odour of stale smokes and flat beer permeated the room. All she could smell was sex as she looked around the room searching for this man from her past; this man who could clarify all the unexplained phenomena of her past. This man who , after all these years of searching the worlds most exotic and less exotic place, would finally explain to her where all the chocolates went. "

And why she still had a sleek stomach

"She tooke out the compact from her Prada handbag to check her hair and was siping some excess powder off her nose when the short, fat Burmese bouncer opened the door for her.

The room was crowded and a festering odour of stale smokes and flat beer permeated the room. All she could smell was sex as she looked around the room searching for this man from her past; this man who could clarify all the unexplained phenomena of her past. This man who , after all these years of searching the worlds most exotic and less exotic place, would finally explain to her where all the chocolates went. "

Thus began a period of her life, that try as she might , she could never quite describe (perhaps because it was just too painful) to those who demanded answers about what really happened.

It was a blur. A blur of beaches, clubs, passions and hangovers! A merry-go-round from which she screamed to alight, yet couldn't make herself do so.

Her emotions were in turmoil. Why had he suddenly walked back into her life just when she was once again in control and determined never to be hurt again? And, who was the dark woman at his side with the two precosious brats? He insisted she just worked for him, and was there to care for his children when he worked, but that didn't explain the hatred that extruded from the womans eyes every time she looked at her...................

Is this the start of a Harlequin novel, sis?

INDESCRETIONS IN PHUKET

by Squiggy

. . . Shock. That was the predominant feeling rushing through her every fibre. But the pleasant kind that caused a rash of goosebumps to appear over her tender skin and butterflies to flutter uncontrollably in her sleek stomach.

It was another humdrum week of too much work, climaxed only by some pleasant memories of bygone friends now almost forgotten. She was feeling quite bushed when her mobile unexpectedly rang.

"By jingoes," she mentally exclaimed as recognition of the warm and pleasant voice on the other end washed over her. No doubt she was chuffed but tried hard not to sound overly so in her reply. "Is this possible," she mused to herself, "that no sooner do I reminisce of an old cobber and he should, unbeknowst to me, be searching me out in the same moment? Could this be the dinky di?"

. . . (not yet The End)

Life's like a box of chocolates......

I ate the whole dam.n box years and years ago. Where does that leave me now?

Well, actually Tippy bro', it was more like... ring ring, editor of local paper calling. "Some dude named BZ from Oz is on the island lookin for you," .... Squiggy drops phone!

Picks up phone, "<deleted> did you say?".... "OMG, OMG, OMG, OH MY GOD!!!"

... to be continued.

ps. do you need directions to the chocolate shop?

Jeez, sis, it's a goddam.ned cliffhanger. Is he still good looking after all these years? Did you guys hook up at Club Zanzibar? Out with it and no more intermissions!!

. . . and, yes, send me some chocolates.

"She tooke out the compact from her Prada handbag to check her hair and was siping some excess powder off her nose when the short, fat Burmese bouncer opened the door for her.

The room was crowded and a festering odour of stale smokes and flat beer permeated the room. All she could smell was sex as she looked around the room searching for this man from her past; this man who could clarify all the unexplained phenomena of her past. This man who , after all these years of searching the worlds most exotic and less exotic place, would finally explain to her where all the chocolates went. "

Thus began a period of her life, that try as she might , she could never quite describe (perhaps because it was just too painful) to those who demanded answers about what really happened.

It was a blur. A blur of beaches, clubs, passions and hangovers! A merry-go-round from which she screamed to alight, yet couldn't make herself do so.

Her emotions were in turmoil. Why had he suddenly walked back into her life just when she was once again in control and determined never to be hurt again? And, who was the dark woman at his side with the two precosious brats? He insisted she just worked for him, and was there to care for his children when he worked, but that didn't explain the hatred that extruded from the womans eyes every time she looked at her...................

He still looked quite dapper; perhaps even more so than the faded images in her memory. Or did the spicy, ambrosial scent of his cologne actually accentuate his sexy looks? His immediate presence began to rekindle remembrances of more than a few private interludes . "Oh, my God, did we really do that?" she thought feeling a bit abashed at the recollections. Nonetheless, a smile touched her lips.

. . .

I wish i had a "sleek stomach"

555555555555555555555! Jealousy!

Mai pen rai, Patsy. We can write a story about you, too. How about Zanzibar for a setting? A tall, dark, dashing type for companionship. What size cup would you like?

"She tooke out the compact from her Prada handbag to check her hair and was siping some excess powder off her nose when the short, fat Burmese bouncer opened the door for her.

The room was crowded and a festering odour of stale smokes and flat beer permeated the room. All she could smell was sex as she looked around the room searching for this man from her past; this man who could clarify all the unexplained phenomena of her past. This man who , after all these years of searching the worlds most exotic and less exotic place, would finally explain to her where all the chocolates went. "

Thus began a period of her life, that try as she might , she could never quite describe (perhaps because it was just too painful) to those who demanded answers about what really happened.

It was a blur. A blur of beaches, clubs, passions and hangovers! A merry-go-round from which she screamed to alight, yet couldn't make herself do so.

Her emotions were in turmoil. Why had he suddenly walked back into her life just when she was once again in control and determined never to be hurt again? And, who was the dark woman at his side with the two precosious brats? He insisted she just worked for him, and was there to care for his children when he worked, but that didn't explain the hatred that extruded from the womans eyes every time she looked at her...................

He still looked quite dapper; perhaps even more so than the faded images in her memory. Or did the spicy, ambrosial scent of his cologne actually accentuate his sexy looks? His immediate presence began to rekindle remembrances of more than a few private interludes . "Oh, my God, did we really do that?" she thought feeling a bit abashed at the recollections. Nonetheless, a smile touched her lips.

. . .

NOT!!! It was more like... he knows me so well, I can't hide from myself and yet, I can - cos I'm different now. I'm not the same woman - I've grown, am more wordly and womanly and ... stop looking at me like that - it doesn't work anymore!

It doesn't, it didn't, it won't ever again!! Anyway, he is the one who can't get original... went to South America (MY DREAM!)... and now leaving for India (MY favourite escapism!) - what does this all mean?

He's leaving soon.... GOOD!!!!!!!!!!

This is the fisrst stroy to bring tears to my eyes in a long time.

We're friends, we're friends.... happy happy joy joy!!! He likes Phuket, we're mates again... he gives me hugs, we laugh, we talk, we remember who we are in the grand scheme of the universe....

so wonderful to have a true friend back on my new soil! Just like old times, but in a different country, Yay!!!!!

KhaAAAAAALLLL!!!!!

How did go your VRun?

Hope you misbehaved mightily!

KhaAAAAAALLLL!!!!!

How did go your VRun?

Hope you misbehaved mightily!

Vrun? what Vrun? No idea what you're talking about?

On the other hand... I've has sooooo many kwazy experiences lately khun signor wabbit - you would just not believe!!!

Did you read my story in the VIVA! Latin America Live? Volcan Pacaya Book ... ?

Do pop in! It may take you an hour to download... (I'm on p153)http://news.vivatravelguides.com/0979126401text.pdf

Gawd - what a week or 2 or 3!!! The Never Ending khall Story.... Where's all the othe cute emoti's btw? (Are we on a budget here now?)

So anyways, I take off for BKK last week and head off into secret Issan country, then up to Vientiane and down to Singapore...the people I met, the places I went - life will never be the same again! The doors swung wiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.... and I walked inside!

Stay tuned for the next exciting episode....

I'm tuned, I'm staying... I'm not very excited.. I got a head ache...

Melons are polished and raring to go

gettin' more excited now....