blight
all hail the wind that blows before me
swirling from the inkpots of the dark hate
cold is the breeze that confronts my footsteps
whose firm echoes flee into the shadows of the rear
it is a cursed path on which i tread unforgivingly
of which evil intent rises sardonically as light falls
walking with my hands folded gently in my [...]
The book by Jostein Gaarder. The one released before The Orange Girl. just some interesting paragraphs which caught my attention.
Pg10
And then I began to cry. Perhaps I cried for a whole hour. As always, it was my mother who comforted me. I didn’t cy because the story was sad. I cried because I was [...]
the Tale of
11.10pm 23rd December 2004
I sit on the bus, speeding silent and fast into the night. It is a quiet bus. From the purr of the engine to the pale whispers of the few passengers. Outside darkness passes silently, barely penetrating in.
The bus had arrived quickly, far too quickly, no doubt it was [...]
my black psycho box, with the greyish boring bag. and the nice black bottle!!! with the spray tube still unattached.
hehe, my Calvin Klein paper bag with the white balloon i stole.
my new book, from my favorite author.
haha. okay so matthew din complain about my expensive tastes this time round. what an exception. [but i know the reason why, coz he also ate expensive stuff on his birthday..] bleh. what a fun weekend!
thurs Marche dinner
fri Meritus Mandarin dinner
sat met Bmt gang but couldn’t stay with them for dinner. then went to Raffles [...]
amusing. surprising. intriguing. the feeling of being 20, at last. after an entire year(almost) of rightful denial. in truth, i do always feel like i’m a year younger. all year long i insist so much that i’m 19, that i do feel like i’m 19. 20 doesn’t seem associated with 2004. and im barely 20 [...]
