do you like stories?

ah its been so long since i visited i have to dust off the drawers, clear out the unused files. empty space for more life. nothing much to say these days really, the only thing i can feel about is channel news asia news. i cant really feel alot for books. anyway, what purvis [or conrad] said about 'fascination of the abomination' strikes me as quite true. i saw the black guy who lost his wife, his home, all he had in it with one sweep of the waves. and it makes me feel so small and sullen and go silent, thankful, and inexplicably sad at the same time. so little i can do. so i prayed. and there are prolly so many more apart from him.. unseen by the world eye and suffering alone.

then i look at my books and they lose colour and taste [if they ever had them in the first place] and think about how i feast my mind on the melancholy like Dolly in Silas Marner, and think again how true the fascination of the abomination is.

funny how people like purvis and benuel are so unlikeable, how they're so contrary to my values my liking, and yet how often they creep into my thoughts. more often than any other nice person in school. i recently heard many uncanny stories about love. [ugh i hate write-over, if u type in Word u'l know what i mean.]

yes, love. purvis liked this woman in his twenties. one day she broke up with him, and he heard she was with this other guy. after a substantial period of time he decided to go look her up in sheffield, where their university was, where they first met. a professor had died, and he attended the wake. anyhow, he called her mother up in those red phone booths. she wasnt in, but her mother kept urging him to look for her, and said that she would change her mind, she would pick purvis. in fact, she said she should be in town now, in sheffield, since she just left the house. purvis turned around, and there he saw her, outside his little phone booth, walking with her fiance.

...

speak about coincidence. he didn't go up to speak to her.

and he has regretted ever since.

[he's married. still full of regrets. if there's sth u should know abt purvis, he lives in the past.]

like we all do. until something, someone that promises us the future leads us to look beyond.

newspaper forums crack me up. ever read that complaint about hawker centre seats too near the table such that when this guy's potbellied mother sat down she fell off and broke her arm?

dunno whether to laugh or roll my eyes. not too kind of me. ('.-)

have a think about freedom in captivity.