it feels good to be out by the river after work, simple friend-dinners, cool river breezes, walkways lingering silently devoid of the normal sun, office buzz and gawking tourists… it’s so quiet that even the restaurant staff but beckon halfheartedly at us, so quiet that even the lights around us seem dark. i think the [...]
It’s friday, and the clock says 20th November 2009. I suppose we have trickled past midnight, just so. barely so. and then it ticks further and further, an irreversible hourglass dripping with finitely small grains of sands. I feel, in myself, that typical unplaceable state of mind where one has been awake too long and [...]
Today’s feature is on The Pew Forum – this i-dunno-what seemingly official looking site ‘on religion & public life’. Ok, so anyway I came across this while going through my RSS feeds some weeks back and I saved a whole bunch of bookmarks. So let’s go through them:
[1] Religiously Mixed Couples: Cupid’s Arrow Often Hits [...]
“a drop of blood in a bowl of milk”
just read through Time Traveller’s Wife. shucks my money wouldnt last very long if I burned through books like that. But I would probably still be able to afford it but with not enough leftover to build a roof over my head. Anyhow its such a lovely [...]
an evening of photoshopping. couldnt get what i wanted but ended up with this. oh well.
reminds me of my messy stained photographic films. just so.
Picdit brings me more treasures on the web, just as I was starting to think I might remove it from my overexpanding RSS feed list:
kat burn’s photostream on flickr
It sure looks darn impressive, I was pretty surprised that she’s not a professional, and only 18 years old. cool.
I wish there were easier ways to follow [...]
something unrelated to where i am now (even though there are links). actually prompted by zeráfiel on the meaninglessness of life.
it reminded me of Camus, and his idea that one of the critical points in life is when you actually decide whether to commit suicide or not. or perhaps, when you find that life is [...]
4 tables away stood a man. How peculiar and at the same time normal he looks. Thick hair, half dyed blonde. A largish head compared to his stunted height. I suppose he has short legs or something, he doesn’t seem to have normal proportions. He leans onto the table, in front of him stands a [...]