Friday, September 29, 2006
Hmm... Borrowed a book yesterday from the library with a chinese title "Let's Go. My jellyfish." Quite nice actually, comprising of ten short stories. Suspect that the author is a gay from the stories he wrote. But his talent cannot be denied. Was reminded of two very good books, A Painted House (John Grisham) and The Little Friend (Donna Tartt), where both main characters are small kids, smart, witty, and sad. Why was that I felt more engaging in sad stories?
Second book-out day yesterday. Suddenly missing my bunk in Tekong. You might think I am crazy. Perhaps. I have never thought of myself as a sane person.
Quite a peaceful day for me. Sitting in my dimming living room, things looking peaceful and serene. Adruptly understand that it is not really peaceful or serene. Dreamy is the word. Never really felt fully awake since I matured. Is it that I can't wake up, or don't want to? I don't know, will not know until then...
Wake up, danny boy, wake up...The voice calling out...
ZZZzzzzzz...
it is just sooner or later
3:28 PM
