1574.

She said, "I can hang the plastic bag from my ear!" And she did.

1573.

Tonight, she couldn't sleep for worry.

1572.

Heavy hearted.

1571.

Sorrow and grief at the things to come.

1570.

She told her that she should slap her sister one day. She said that she couldn't because her sister was pregnant.

1569.

Troubled.

1568.

In fact, her home was the kind of place where things were put in the most inconvenient place possible.

1567.

Eaten alive by mosquitoes. Her home was very uncomfortable.

1566.

Her mother was a warrior.

1565.

Every time her mother told the story of her holding her grandfather while he took his last breath, she had to hold back her tears.

1564.

She felt a pang of loss for the child that never would be.

1563.

She fell asleep for a split second and dreamt that I was selling a painting. When she woke up, she said that she ought to have bought it as a present for me.

1562.

Birdsong to break the dawn.

1561.

Awkwardly pretending to be self-assured. A past never to return to.

1560.

She looked at herself, actions caught on film.

1559.

But of course that was an artistic estimation. How does one measure the worth of a house?

1558.

And so they moved: five loads and five hundred and fifty-five memories.

1557.

Fresh from the shower, clad only in a small triangular piece of orange, she scrubbed grime off the container in the bathroom.

1556.

Underwear, turned inside-out.

1555.

Poor poor Alice.

1554.

When does a fictional character take a life of her own and start writing the story on her own terms?

1553.

To the old: unguard your hearts!

1552.

To the young: guard your hearts!

1551.

All of her adult life, her dreams were set in the past. Until, suddenly.

1550.

She had even started dreaming in the present tense, which was incredibly odd.

1549.

Perhaps.

1548.

Perhaps she had never adored anyone this much in her life.

1547.

Perhaps she had never been this adored in her life.

1546.

Across the table, she watched her looking at her postcards. She looked most adorable.

1545.

She didn't know why, but thinking about technology calmed her.

1544.

Like a honeymoon.

1543.

How odd that the next hymn they should sing should start with these words: How can we name a Love that wakens heart and mind, indwelling all we know or think or do or seek or find?

1542.

Is that which is unspoken more real?

1541.

Jeanette Winterson, when you write, you move worlds. Thank you for writing...

1540.

In a conversation about Jeanette Winterson, maxims, and John Webster, she came upon the brilliant title of a chapter.

1539.

Aardvark: an animal commonly found in the beginning of dictionaries

1538.

She called her little porkie pie in her sleep.

1537.

Men playing foosball in the living room.

1536.

It seemed like it would be a nice final resting spot.

1535.

She went to take a shower to have a bit of a think.

1534.

She ate cheerios out of a paper box.

1533.

They were so young, strong and beautiful.

1532.

Hijacked! What a girl. :)

1531.

;)

1530.

who won?

1529.

She was challenging the angry birds, so she hijacked her afterthoughts.

1528.

She was sad again.

1527.

How does one scroll through the years with the flick of a finger?

1526.

1526.

1525.

1525

1524.

The annoying ads blocked her view of her posts, so she switched to Chrome.

1523.

But it could hardly soothe the gnawing frustration inside.

1522.

She had half a plate of char siew rice, one fried egg, and a warm glass of barley.

1521.

God was silent as light.

1520.

Even reading made her feel lonesome, because she wanted to read it aloud, to you.

1519.

But then her eyes skipped to the last item, and she lost heart.

1518.

She went down her to-do list item by item.

1517.

She felt fat.

1516.

She went in search of a button badge making machine.

1515.

She bought new shoes cos her little toe was hurting.

1514.

Letters A and D on the toilet floor.

1513.

And repetition (read, happiness) comes in these shapes: a stack of marking and a pile of clothes to iron.

1512.

Happiness really is the search for repetition.

1511.

She was fundamentally a worrier.

1510.

Black Monday socks.

1509.

I wish I were a fixer; I would fix you up inside.

1508.

Surely life is too short to spend in hiding?

1507.

Orange Sunday Socks.

1506.

Whatever happened to May and half of June?

1505.

Am going back to bed now and deleting friends from facebook.

1504.

I think I'm done with today.

1503.

Why does it feel as if it is my fault?

1502.

I can't and I won't, I shan't and I can't.

1501.

when you smile at me

my heart bursts like a field of wild joyous flowers

1500.

Pineapples don't have sleeves!

1499.

What a warm humid morning.

1498.

Sent from my iPhone

1497.

The euphoria of Easter lingered.

1496.

A bus full of sleeping people and one boy furiously doing his Chinese homework.

1495.

The pastor had an altogether odd accent.

1494.

They sang the prayer in a pleading, woeful way.

1493.

She kept dreaming of babies.

1492.

The kids frolicked in paint and mud.

1491.

A sinking heart.

1490.

She went online to look for her jetsam.

1489.

Restless in class.

1488.

Sometimes she felt clever, sometimes she felt dumb.

1487.

Sometimes she liked to be noisy, sometimes she liked to be quiet.

1486.

She said, why are you so clever, but really, it wasn't very clever at all.

1485.

She rather liked the quiet cocoon of the exam store.

1484.

Sometimes all she had to look forward to was a yellow stapler.

1483.

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

1482.

Happy Christmas little potato! :)

1481.

I love you

1480.

remember me for I am there.

1479.

every time this watch you wear,

1478.

from yours with the shock of hair:

1477.

For my baby Girl,

1476.

In 2011, she met the person who could possibly be the love of her life.

1475.

They had lunch at Binjai Park.

1474.

She didn't know where the words came from.

1473.

See you tomorrow bunny-in-a-burrow!

1472.

Christmas morn, and she was in love.

1471.

Time for a post-prandial nap!

1470.

She called the chicken rice that she brought her to eat magnificent!

1469.

She spent the morning paying every bill conceivable. 

1467.

Two grown boys under a multicoloured umbrella.

1466.

Dear Ellie, You have notifications pending. Facebook team.

1465.

Watching her sleep.

1464.

Where is Tracy Williams?

1463.

Suddenly, the smell of bacon.

1462.

She wondered if all she did was to ruin lives.

1461.

Her love came as a whole pack of guava and a huge slice of pineapple.  

1460.

The first sip warmed her head.

1459.

No point saving it, frankly.

1458.

She opened the bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass.

1457.

That's more than the number of afterthoughts here.

1456.

They had exchanged 2,976 messages and 25 photos in the span of a year. 

1455.

They had a precise, efficient conversation over their half-an-hour lunch. 

1454.

She wished she could be light-hearted.

1453.

She told him that she felt morbid too.

1452.

He told her that exams reminded him of trench warfare.

1451.

The days grew dark and the shadows grew long.

1450.

Because the kids couldn't see themselves clearly, she had to envision it for them.

1449.

But this was by far the saddest of the three.

1448.

And for the first time in his life, the 18 year-old pondered whether to have a $30 haircut.

1447.

She never thought that after working for 35 years she would come to a point where she would not have enough money for a MacDonald's breakfast. 

1446.

To her dismay, she realised that she had no money in her wallet.

1445.

She slouched on the chair with her shorts pulled way above her belly button.

1444.

Chocolate and strawberry.

1443.

I think I'll have me a wang wang.

1442.

She couldn't be a fruit seller. She wouldn't know what to do with the rotting fruit.

1441.

She couldn't be a butcher. She couldn't kill a chicken.

1440.

She couldn't be a prostitute. She couldn't sleep with someone for money.

1439.

She couldn't be a cashier. She liked sitting down.

1438.

Just when she thought the couple were too absorbed in their own food to notice each other, the guy put a piece of bak kut in the girl's bowl, and just as quickly, the girl put it back in his.

1437.

Yet, being emotionally expressive is not the same thing as having faith.

1436.

Personally, she preferred standing or kneeling, with hands lifted up.

1435.

Position engenders attitude.

1434.

Some dance, some sing -- it is all the same, really.

1433.

Because they did not lift their hands, they put everything they had in the songs they sang.

1432.

She needed to hear her voice so that she could learn to be strong as well.

1431.

Does love always involve an element of risk?

1430.

She was dressed to be undressed.

1429.

mis_nomer loves you.

1428.

hold your toe! | hold you close!

1427.

10011101011011010101011

(that says, eye heart ewe)

1426.

o ou a! 

1425.

They spoke in vowels.

1424.

Freudian slips — chicks and coke! clean and lick! click and poke! clit and spoke! 

1423.

She was a little lost without her.

1422.

Christmas songs are strangely comforting.

1421.

Between the black sky and the blue, I love you.

1420.

HQ is mad.

1419.

Friedman's penchant for mixed metaphors: when the walls came down and the windows went up.

1418.

Writing defers madness.

1417.

A bag full of ants.

1416.

A pocket full of red pens.

1415.

Reconvening at 3:30pm.

1414.

You step out of the door and I think, "I miss you."

1413.

Smelly shoes at the door. :)

1412.

She was lazy.  She didn't want to do anything.

1411.

Hostel living rocks.

1410.

Perhaps she only thought so because knowing that it wasn't about her was a weight off her shoulders.

1409.

Perhaps it would have been like a weight lifted off his shoulders.

1408.

She wondered if he had been told earlier if it would have made a difference.

1407.

She wanted to tell Colin that it wasn't about him.  

1406.

A sign in a magazine: Coffee drinkers make better lovers.

1405.

Perhaps not.

1404.

The name shifted persons.

1403.

She went crazy with the stickers.

1402.

And now she would get back to work.

1401.

They laughed about their psycho goldfish.

1400.

And when she woke up for a bit, there was hot water by her bedside.

1399.

While she slept, her girlfriend did two loads of laundry, washed the dishes, and ironed her clothes.

1398.

She said it felt like her first time.

1397.

They each had two states: happy-sad and content-discontent.

1396.

She said she worked like a man.

1395.

Heck. I will bring you back.

1394.

She played the piano like one of those wind-up music boxes.

1393.

She called her a rare unicorn.

1392.

Grammar rule 33: double negatives are a no-no.

1391.

When she wasn't with her, it felt as if her life was on pause.

1390.

Om nom is impervious to gravity.

1389.

Headache. Cold coffee. Longing for sleep.

1388.

Annoyed. Annoyed at being annoyed.

1387.

She was stressed.  Things weren't getting done.

1386.

She wanted to spend time with them wholeheartedly; yet, all these things nibbled at her for her attention.

1385.

Next year, she would fly away for a month.

1384.

Why does work always fall on the ones who are available and dependable?

1383.

How do we get to Plah-tee-noom?

1382.

A green glass bottle tree.

1381.

Coming back to the girl with her heart on her sleeve.

1380.

Like too much rice with too much gravy.

1379.

A scooby doo van with strobe lights and a disco ball, serving drinks.

1378.

Life's too short to be chicken.

1377.

She wouldn't trust him with plastic forks and spoons but she would
trust him with her life.

1376.

It was the perfect day.

1375.

They saw a baobab!  And a flaming tree! 

1374.

Were they blushing because of their name?

1373.

The heliconias were sexy pink.

1372.

and 5. two Very Large hives of Mysterious Flying Insects

1371.

4.  a pink towel hanging in front of a green shirt

1370.

3.  a branch balanced on a shoulder

1369.

2. two girls climbing over an Obstacle In the Path

1368.

The photos were singular memories of
1. the sound of water in an underground tunnel

1367.

As they walked, they took photos and hummed "Top of the World".

1367.

They took a walk along the railway tracks. 

1366.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

1365.

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

1364.

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

1363.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

1362.

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands

1361.

e.e. cummings

1360.

Only erotic poems are worth the writing.

1359.

Elderly lady perched on the arm of a wheelchair, feeding her husband a
bun.

1358.

Snoopy got thrown across the living room for a kiss.

1357.

She was verbose and she hadn't even had any coffee.

1356.

Her father was cleaning the house with a sock attached to the end of a bamboo stick.

1355.

Remy slept between her and Botak.

1354.

On her off days, she liked to sleep, have breakfast, read a story, and write.

1353.

Falling in love is unbecoming of a 34-year-old.

1352.

Linus was the perfect name for a small and somewhat cute lion.

1351.

Hero was his going-out name.

1350.

Where were her missing afterthoughts?

1349.

They were happy.  They grew fat.

1348.

A tense lesson.

1347.

They were the ghosts of Christmas past, Christmas present and Christmas future.

1345.

She told her a never-ending story at a bus stop at Leng Kee Road.

1346.

Tell me a story.

1344.

Sometimes they were children, sometimes lovers.

1343.

Fluffy got a new name.

1342.

Fluffy was Fluffy when he was alone, Snuggly when he was with Linus.

1341.

In between scripts, she indulged in a little daydreaming.

1340.

Note the rhythm of the lines,

structurally representing, 

wave upon wave,

of pleasure.

1339.

It's okay if you touch it.

1338.

It's okay if it tears.

1337.

It's okay you don't know.

1336.

She had a crush on the girl with the curl in her hair.

1335.

Napping was her superpower.

1334.

Little tooth brush
Coy blue brush
Brush blush brush
Curl with a crush

1333.

His toothbrush asked her toothbrush why it had a curl on its head.

1332.

Her toothbrush had a crush on her.

1331.

It was possibly the most quirky, original and romantic thing anyone
had ever said to her.

1330.

She said, "If I had three hands, one would be holding yours all the
time."

1329.

Free in all; free for all.

1328.

It was strange, perhaps sacriligious, how her thoughts ran from making love to God's amazing grace in less than a single hour.

1327.

Like prevenient grace, when God ran.

1326.

Like the prodigal son, except they didn't meet in the middle -- they met where the son stood.

1325.

The tiniest movement, and they met in the middle.

1324.

Making love with shorts on.

1323.

The God of life who is stronger than all kinds of death!

1322.

Friday was sorrowful.
Saturday was sleepy.
Sunday, euphoric!

1321.

She said, "I have a weakness for macadamia nuts!"

1320.

soft. (no, not soft) smooth. (yes) soft and smooth.

1319.

close. (how close?) close close.

1318.

Tell me.

1317.

Discuss.  Describe.  Delineate.

1316.

Expound. Explicate. (what's explicate? like capitate) Expand. 

1315.

The youthful 40-year-old marveled at how "talented" the four "foreign talents" living beside her were.

1314.

Consecutive numbers, like the age she turned this year.

1313.

Two thirteens side-by-side.

1312.

Like reckless teenagers, they stayed up late into the night.

1311.

And every living thing that could dream dreamed of love.

1310.

A warm, wrapped-up, dozing burrito.

1309.

To control the temperature, control the water supply.

1308.

So she married someone who looked like her first boyfriend.

1307.

The time went by, and then it was time to go.

1306.

Blowing out candles on a cake.

1305.

Moving out. Red suitcase in tow.

1304.

The JC boy touched the cheek of his younger brother with the back his
hand.

1303.

Today she was effervescent orange poop.

1302.

Which made her laugh and tear at the same time 'cos not only was she
bereft, now her husband thought her a moron as well.

1301.

To which her husband said, "You know it isn't real, right?"

1300.

It got complicated figuring out who was dreaming about who, and she
couldn't call her friend to ask.

1299.

In her dream, her best friend said that she would go to bed earlier so
that she could dream about her.

1298.

She dreamed of her best friend dreaming.

1297.

She left smiley faces on her fingers and the fat of her hands.

1296.

She, on the other hand, bit her knuckles.

1295.

She did so in two different ways: hard-ly, drawing blood, and tentatively, with a mischievous look.

1294.

She bit her lip.

1293.

Falling in love. Perhaps.

1292.

The PE teacher was lean and muscular, always lighthearted, almost ditzy, but at breakfast, she told a story of vulnerability, anxiety and trust.

1291.

She didn't think it quite possible, humming in those circumstances, but it was, and it was rather nice, in a friendly-intimate sort of way.

1290.

They got used to each other's horizontal faces.

1289.

An asymmetrical nail.

1288.

A folded square.

1287.

She was late again.

1286.

A blue checkered handkerchief in her left jeans pocket.

1285.

And baby kiwis.

1284.

Succulent stawberry lollipops.

1283.

Their demeanours matched their positions in their family.

1282.

They had almost the same hair and the same eyes, but a rather different demeanour.

1281.

They searched for an adverb in vain.

1280.

She loved reciprocally.

1279.

They sat at a bench on the beach by the sea with their sandwiches and vitamin water.

1278.

She wrote four and deleted two.

1277.

She declared the 12th of March to be the National Day of Spontaneity.

1276.

Two pasts, one present.

1275.

Two watches, one time.

1274.

Yesterday, she lost both her meatballs.

1273.

The bak chor mee was close to perfection -- al dente noodles tossed in vinegar, chilli oil, mince meat, stewed mushrooms and fried lard, topped with a meat dumpling, fishball and an exquisite slice of abalone mushroom.

1272.

Her polka dotted panties matched her polka dotted socks.

1271.

"I am the ultimate gemini multi-tasker!"

1270.

The dead bodies piled up in the bottom right frame of the page.

1269.

Quiet and productive, she was in her own cocoon of music.

1268.

An afternoon of rest, recuperation and reading together.

1267.

Kick kick kick kick kick kick!

1266.

She put on her necklace for her.

1265.

Her old friends stood and sang; the song echoed in the tiny Armenian church.

1264.

Her dreams betrayed her.

1263.

Marking in drips and draps, here, there and everywhere.

1262.

The mole anchored a string of lights and a bright red kite.

1261.

Due to Unforseen Circumstances, her bath time was shortened.

1260.

He was worried that his face would betray the love he felt.

1258.

The Heroic Rescue required 1. a Kite in distress, 2. a Kayak, and 3. a Kayak-rower and Kite-rescuer.

1259.

He was a man of two names and two oars.

1257.

They witnessed the Heroic Rescue of a Kite in Distress.

1256.

They were licensed to hug.

1255.

Two birds: one killed and one let free; one Christ who died and rose again.

1254.

Bible study engendered a smorgasbord of emotions -- fear and
excitment; tiredness and resolution.

1253.

Five sons.

1252.

"Great danger is afoot."

1251.

How many ways to kill a king?

1250.

The swifts swarmed about a single tree.  Swifts fly very swiftly.

1249.

FIREWORKS!  and then there was coke...

1248.

1247.

1246.

1245.

Cobbled-together words that made perfect sense.

1244.

Because lights don't turn off on their own, time ambled along at her normal pace.

1243.

ai sio pa ah! 

ai sio ba ah?

1242.

They stood in the courtyard and gazed at the moon.
In space, one grows old slowly.

1241.

The children walked across the stage in their oversized court shoes and oddly-fitting blazers, grinning self-consciously.

1240.

An intimation of an elephant on her shoulder.

1239.

Her hands were smaller than the rain.

1238.

"An overweighted sentence."

1237.

The lion wore converse sneakers.

1236.

A lion sat in the corner of the cabin.

1235.

But if life were broken and messed up, no amount of Organisaton would make it right.

1234.

1, 2 buckle my shoe! 3, 4 shut the door!

1233.

The taxi driver was convinced that Organisation was the key to
obtaining happiness.

1232.

1232 was the number of her car, her friend's personal locker and the year Anthony of Padua, patron saint of lost items, was canonised.

1231.

In the dark, she soothed the baby back to sleep with a song she made up.

1230.

Foot-on-foot.

1229.

The promise of a wonderful Saturday began with prata, teh tarik and apple-orange juice with a friend.

1228.

She found a piece of dried noodle stuck on her skirt.

1227.

She said, "Better to be single wishing to be married than vice versa."

1226.

At twilight, they stood hand-in-hand in front of a huge tree with spreading roots.

1225.

It felt like the most natural thing.

1224.

Hola sweet twin of grace! Fair your greeting across the sea! Gladdens the heart to think of Him, who's Abba father to you and me! :)

1223.

Howdydoo, my soul's twin! What glad tidings the moonshine brings! Hope's sweet song in the air still rings, as we recall the King of kings! :)

1222.

Eating alone is one thing; eating alone while standing beside a dust
bin is a whole other thing.

1221.

Lord, teach me how to teach.

1220.

She liked mynahs. They were possibly her favourite birds.

1219.

At McDonald's thinking about the McDonald's birthday party she threw
for her.

1218.

A little birdy fell in the water. It was picked up gently by a lanky
teenage boy in the cup of his hands.

1217.

She danced with an imaginery partner in a playground at the park.

1216.

Small mynahs played at the back of a trailer that had stopped at the traffic light.

1215.

The smell of steamboat wafting from homes into the streets.

1214.

Sola sola sola fide!

1213.

"We shall be saved by fish fillet only." ~ Papa

1212.

Two bottles of nuts for two precious mothers.

1211.

"Life is squeezing between two big cars and thanking God for a lot." ~ Totoro

1210.

I must be quite a larky girl.

1209.

A tiny green donkey in a little circle.

1208.

She said hello to the space between them.

1207.

She decided that she should put herself through their own wishful-
thinking 6 year SEL course, beginning with self-control.

1206.

Drained. Need a drink. Need a nap.

1205.

Her mother was right -- it did go click clack clackity clack clack.

1204.

She felt neither brave nor true nor right; she distrusted herself intensely and knew that it was simply one decision in a chain of other scummy ones.

1203.

Everything had a little sadness in it: tau huay in a bowl, breakwaters at Phillip island, even a visit to kinokuniya. In all these little things, she knew that she had been loved, and that it was in the midst of passing away.

1202.

Because she was reminded of breakwaters, she decided that she would cycle to East Coast Park in the evening.

1201.

Flotsam and Jetsam -- riffraff twins.

1200.

1200 is ten times 120 and oddly enough, exactly five years and 11 months from a man and his sister-in-law standing on the breakwaters watching and waving at the planes flying in.

1199.

A mole and a scar.

1198.

And suddenly it's a brand new pen!

1197.

Pit stop to get water, change cartridge, poop, return stationery.

1196.

They bickered like children and made the other ask their father.

1195.

Salvation worthy above all ode thank o how sweet Jin jia ho! beautiful

1194.

She hummed eight songs in one afternoon.

1193.

And public buses.

1192.

Back to crying in public restaurants.

1191.

The story of my life, scattered all over the place. (Okri, Tales of Freedom)

1190.

She was bright-faced and smiling first thing in the morning. It made her friend's day instantaneously better.

1189.

The children were hungry.  She needed to do her part to keep them fed.

1188.

She gave up and played the guitar instead.

1187.

Boy with pants half unzipped, explaining why he was late.

1186.

The ground was wet with rain. The cat sat on top of the electrical box
with her feet tucked underneath her body.

1185.

The two students had an intense conversation about whether media was one-way or two-way.

1184.

The forerunner of whispery voices.

1183.

Fruits need to be grown.

1182.

In addition to the macabre missing girls who ended up being served as
meat, she also dreamt that her friend made her cry.

1181.

Script-reader -- they never did put that in the job scope. 

1180.

She was quite taken by the bald, Cantonese-speaking Tung Lok chef.

1179.

A small little whispery voice.

1178.

"Hello! I'm Spongebob!  Hello! I'm Patrick!" 

"看车看车!"

1177.

Her teacher taught her never to use the word "nice"--too vague! he
said, but she continued to use it precisely for that reason.

1176.

1.263576 103.803806

1175.

Like a tree planted by streams of water.

1174.

Fireworks at the stroke of midnight.

1173.

Dog and girl. (2006, Labrador Park, Singapore)

1172.

Reclaiming her dead life.

1171.

The Muslim man sat cross-legged in front of a wall by Nagoya Mall,
Batam and played a strange tune on an upright violin.

1170.

She fell in love with a man with a huge wart on his nose.

1169.

Not the speed, but the destination.

1168.

Touched by the hands of random strangers.

1167.

On her knees, the little girl chased the marble in between the racks
of clothes.

1166.

Her mother heated up breakfast. It tasted like Christmas.

1165.

She had an impromptu dinner with a dear friend who was finally happy
again.

1164.

They both died blind, laughing, and brave.

1163.

A bicycle in the trunk, shiny and blue.

1162.

All your base are belong to us.

1161.

Frankly, do you like cleaning your friends' teeth?

1160.

Two penguins holding each other in a cardboard box in Mustafa.

1159.

Christmas day, and she was sad.

1158.

"Everything we are is at every moment alive in us." Arthur Miller

1157.

She had lunch with penguins at her back.

1156.

Sixteen years for a cupboard full of drugs.

1155.

She realised she worked just as hard as a Japanese.

1154.

The preacher had such a big topic and so little presence to deliver
it, yet God works in mysterious ways.

1153.

He found Oasis in Punggol.

1152.

Things always seem better in the mornings.

1151.

As a defence against the foreigners, the Japanese built a man-made island in 1854.

1150.

Chisaii Nippon boy in high white socks and blue rubber boots, carrying a chisaii blue umbrella.

1149.

So that's how hair looks like when you wake up from the dead.

1148.

Deep-set wrinkles and a grin that lit up the room--he was the man of the house.

1147.

His hands were large and red and strong.

1146.

Different versions of falling in love with a robot.

1145.

Did you know that in Tokyo, people stand on the left, while in Osaka, people stand on the right?

1144.

It is "a neighbourhood of strangers and pointless quantity; a world of fragments and discontinuities." (Neil Postman)

1143.

onemillionafterthoughts is a decontextualised information environment.

1142.

Curious smiling dolphins who like to play ball with you.

1141.

Only when he stepped out into the Nippon cold, did he realise that he had been missing the smell of winter all this while.

1140.

She was afraid to be quiet as she was afraid of what she would hear.

1139.

She missed cycling in winter.

1138.

Nihongo warakanai.

1137.

Do you have a sword in your luggage?

1136.

He was deaf to half the world.

1135.

She told her that she was her favourite.

1134.

She missed her imagination – the fantastical world of the half-mad.

1133.

A bellyache and the Monday grumps.

1132.

The little boy, with his mouth half open and full of soft serve
vanilla ice cream, stood stock still in the middle of Bugis Junction.

1131.

She was a paranoid instructions giver.

1130.

She loved how she loved her.

1129.

She woke up completely lost — what day was it, where were her pillows and why was it so bright?

1128.

Israel got voted "happiest nation" way back in 450 B.C.  (The Message, Malachi 3:12)

1127.

Did Jesus also die for her?

1126.

The Christmas lights drizzled light in the daytime.

1125.

On the last day of 2009 and the first day of 2010, she met up with her best friend.

1124.

And so, China came to them.

1123.

Cycling to godforsaken boon lay did not make it any less godforsaken.

1122.

In fact, it was so huge that she could hardly tell whether it was her phone or her wallet in her pocket.

1121.

Her phone was so huge that when it was in her pocket, she found it difficult to reach her foot to put on her shoe.

1120.

Some days he felt so old, as if he would never ever think a new thought again.

1119.

So she looked up an imaginary camera that he brought on his real vacations.

1118.

Doubly desperate; doubly damned.

1117.

"There are only two stories in Literature: someone goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town." John Gardner

1116.

"We made people unhappy because we ourselves were made unhappy in irrevocable ways." Zadie Smith (Martha & Hanwell, 48)

1115.

"Better to die fat than to die skinny," she thought.

1114.

Fat women have heft. Sometimes she wanted to be a very fat woman.

1113.

Singapore sank.

1112.

Grandma — umbrella in one hand, grandson in other, a wet limp cigarette hanging from her lips.

1111.

Afterthoughts is self-referential.

1110.

And there is the conundrum: if it contains itself as an entry, then it is no longer not self-referential; but if it doesn't, then it is not a catalogue.

1109.

If she were to compile a catalogue of all books that are not self-referential, would the catalogue contain an entry of itself?

1108.

Those who don't shave themselves are shaved by the barber.

1107.

The steps to Binchang were steep, narrow and winding.

1106.

The auntie had a whole row of buck teeth.

1105.

The cash converter shop was a sad collection of abandoned hobbies.

1104.

And so she reaped where she did not sow.

1103.

It was dark. And in the dark, it seemed easier to be truthful.

1102.

I am Samaritan.

1101.

I pray for him.

1100.

The boy desperately wanted to grow up. At home, he would put on his
cadet uniform and pretend to be stronger, older, more manly... But
when he was in school, he cried because he missed home.

1099.

The company of friends and family was sweeter than honey, more precious than gold, and as comforting as a grandma-sewn quilt blanket.

1098.

Christ is risen!

1097.

It made her happy, so happy that she started to sing.

1096.

Grilled pork with a rind of fat that melts in your mouth.

1095.

Regular people had pets or infants or cars as their babies; she had an entire country of 1.15 million people.

1094.

The poem took on a life of its own.

1093.

The picture, tagged with an email address, travelled through the world
wide web, hopped onto the blackberry network, and popped up on her
sister's mobile phone.

1092.

Children who play with fire get burnt.

1091.

Young man in old man's cardigan.

1090.

Shivering.

1089.

It was an animated mask.

1088.

The teacher sat in the staff room with a waxen, expressionless face.
In fifteen minutes, she would go to class and be a different person.

1087.

Steps in sets of 8. Twelve sets will bring you to the bus stop.

1086.

She counted her way to work.

1085.

我们是新加坡公民，誓愿不分种族， 言语，宗教， 团结一致，建设公正平等的民主社会， 并为实现国家之幸福，繁荣与进步，共同努力。

1084.

The wounded healer; the wounded teacher.

1083.

Feeling blue, so she hung around her parents and a noisy tv.

1082.

None of this fancy-nancy modern toilet bowl stuff.

1081.

Squatting, after all, is the best position for shitting.

1080.

He tried anyway.

1079.

If he wanted to squat on the toilet bowl, does that make him autistic?

1078.

Sitting on the toilet, she wanted to pray; but she thought it somewhat disrespectful.

1077.

也许他的梦想会成真。

1076.

十五夜

1075.

Old men eating their dinners at the coffeeshop. Young women waiting for their dinners at the coffeeshop.

1074.

It was the night of the fifteenth day of the new year.

1073.

It got dark slowly; so slowly that perhaps we should say, it got blue.

1072.

She wished she had the words to describe the strong wispy pine swaying in the deepening twilight.

1071.

Craving prayer.

1070.

A chronicle of the descent into madness.

1069.

Who wants to lie here, and sleep all day?

1068.

You want to lie here, and sleep all day.

1067.

Somebody wanted to lie there, and sleep all day.

1066.

He wanted to lie there, and sleep all day.

1065.

She wanted to lie there, and sleep all day.

1064.

I want to lie here, and sleep all day.

1063.

For a pineapple.

1062.

Repetitive behaviour: at risk.

1061.

Nomads travelling north, west, north, south.

1060.

Platitudes.

1059.

The tongue is like the bit of a horse. Though small, it controls the whole animal.

1057.

My kingdom for an armadillo.

1058.

For an aardvark.

1056.

Their memories were shards of glass.

1055.

Nonsense jabberwocky words to keep her sane.

1054.

A tractor! A tractor! My kingdom for a tractor!

1053.

She was not well.

1052.

Indian construction workers at the back of a pickup truck with packets of teh.

1051.

It seemed more comforting in church.

1050.

A comforting thought: that Christ is the author and finisher of his faith.

1049.

Thinking about the future was like walking into an empty room to look for a chair that was not there.

1048.

It was as if he had a frontal lobotomy: he found it impossible to imagine the future.

1047.

Dustu bacha! - Na!

1046.

A present in crumpled gold paper, with words in black marker pen: "Happy birthday P.!"

1045.

A singing choo choo train weaved among the diners.

1044.

Drunk in a museum.

1043.

He stumbled upon happiness.

1042.

The man had a withered hand.

1041.

She was afraid. She did not know how to stop being afraid.

1040.

A Teochew reply: "Dang Dang Ju Yi"

1039.

A teochew greeting: "Xing Jia Ju Yi"

1038.

Again, she flew away. But the feeling was ordinary now.

1037.

Not forgetting the vinegar and chopped spring onions.

1036.

Ground garlic and sliced chilli in a sticky black sauce. What am I?

1035.

A roomful of economists stumped over the price of bah kwa.

1034.

Who could put Humpty Dumpty together again?

1033.

Oh, to be a man!

1032.

The tyranny of experts.

1031.

She liked working with her hands. Why did she live off the business
of words?

1030.

She wanted half a bowl of Maxwell Market Chicken Porridge.

1029.

Going to bed hungry.

1028.

But not human dignity.

1027.

There was something about the air, something in the water, that broke hearts.

1026.

Equality is a myth.

1025.

She could not explain to her friend that she was scared.

1024.

Planning life in two-hour slots.

1023.

She couldn't stop crying.

1022.

She cried.

1021.

I asked him why he was a priest, and he said if you have to work for anybody an absentee boss is best. - Winterson, Passion, 19.

1020.

A bench in New York in the night-time.

1019.

The hot, dry scent of sand mingled with the aroma of fried chicken.

1018.

Befuddled.

1017.

He was proud that he was a meticulous baby.

1016.

Why is it that everytime he ate at KFC he felt like he had to go for confession and say five Hail Marys?

1015.

She took a bus through Shenton Way. She was glad she was not an office drone.

1014.

As much as she hated her phone, she kept it fully charged up.

1013.

Time to get ready to meet May for coffee.

1012.

... I can't pick up the phone?

1011.

He had an arm strength of 140%.

1010.

Bubbles that floated away into the night, carrying wishes for the new year.

1009.

She would succumb.

1008.

Along a deserted footpath on a night-time run: two men with skin weathered brown, painting the metal fence of the railway station white.

1007.

He spent the last day of the old year in bed.

1006.

It made him cry.

1005.

It was only a matter of punching in the numbers to get an echo of her own longing and want.

1004.

The song was a mirror made of broken pieces of glass.

1003.

"There was Spike, moored between the long piers of Nebraska's legs, lapping at the jetty.  She looked happy, in a silicon sort of way." (Stone Gods, 175)

1002.

A Cantonese saying passed down from my grandmother to my father to me: "Businessmen bend down, pick up a fistful of sand, and sell it to you."

1001.

All her life, she had to say goodbye.

1000.

`But what if we should topple in and find that there is no bottom?'
`Then, we shall fall,' she said,
`and fall into each other's arms.'

999.

`Are you there?' she said.
`We are at the very edge of the world.'
`I know,' she answered.
`But it is not over yet.'

998.

Sometimes, unconsciously, wistfully, she held on to her own hair.

997.

She laughed. And it sounded like rain in the desert. It had been a long time.

996.

Getting her life together may be as simple as following a nursing home routine: shower, breakfast, read, work, fluff(friends), sleep.

995.

Tidiness is next to sanity.

994.

She was angry and so she wrote: "dear GOD WHAT THE HECK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO???????"

993.

She had hope has an anchor for her soul, but she lost her grip on the chain.

992.

Love possesses. devours. extinguishes.

991.

Perhaps it would have been better never to have loved. To live as a pauper to the end of one's days.

990.

Like Frodo on the cleft of the rock at the end of the world, having forgotten the sound of birds singing, the feel of grass, the smell of morning dew. At least Frodo had a friend. God. Where has Samwise gone?

989.

She tried to keep despair at bay but it crept into her life like a wolf, devouring everything that moved.

988.

The sms sucked the hope out of her heart.

987.

She needed something soft — like a pillow — to comfort her.

986.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tune: whispering hope.

985.

Mr M & M had a beanie on his head and an arrow on his hat.

984.

Even her pee smelled of caffeine.

983.

The thick black coffee coursed through her blood and she couldn't
help fidgeting.

982.

It was time for a change: she would cut her hair, work 24-7, be a nun.

981.

Hm, do you remember when I last used the phrase: a piece of cloth
wrung out again and again?

980.

She wore a rainbow carpet on her shirt.

979.

It was the weekend again.

978.

Desperate for forgiveness, perhaps?

977.

She dreamt of a swimming pool again. A pool that she was not allowed to swim in.

976.

Every time you feel this way, please please remember to pray.

975.

Late at night and she was scared.

974.

If a butterfly flies, is the butterfly happy?

973.

She hummed to herself
a little song
Fly, little butterfly, fly...

972.

A hot bowl of noodles out of a handful of frozen peas, carrots and
corn, two pieces of dried scallop, and a packet of shrimp flavoured
ramen.

971.

Her mother made a spaghetti out of buckwheat noodle, salsa, tiong
bahru bao chilli sauce, shitake mushrooms, onions and ground beef.

970.

Cheng tng in a cup with a fat straw.

969.

She had her sad face on, but she didn't know it.

968.

Endless nights.

967.

A dream: walking on a boulevard.

966.

When would self-preservation kick in?

965.

The depth of terror threatened to overwhelm her mind.

964.

Somehow, dissecting a story like that made it lose its lyrical charm.

963.

Everything had to be black and white; sorted and categorized into steel boxes, labelled accordingly.

962.

The nuances of feeling went unsaid.

961.

Suddenly, because the sky got dark perhaps, she got sad.

960.

Sorry Mdm I cannot identify the ten methods of creating tension in a
text. But I have more than enough as it is.

959.

Sitting in class and letting the words wash over her.

958.

These days, she functioned only in the extreme ends of the spectrum of emotion.

957.

The awful power to hurt.

956.

She panicked. Heart racing, vision growing dark, she broke out in a cold sweat.

955.

Alone today. And. in pieces.

954.

Ninety-seven years old and a fighter.

953.

Tonight, they are both broken-hearted.

952.

There's no mistake about it — she's a scum, through and through.

951.

Suddenly she remembered that she was supposed to be rehearsing her script.

950.

As pink as redhill.

949.

She became obsessed about arranging the money in her wallet.

948.

Something in her died.

947.

Bodies of power and grace.

946.

She spaced out between Outram and Boon Lay.

945.

A bunch of stars were misaligned — totally unfortunate.

944.

She deserved to be alone.

943.

Tears at a funeral; tears in an underpass.

942.

A red moose keychain.

941.

An uneaten spicy chicken puff.

940.

The Practice of Solitude.

939.

Empty bottles: ginseng and luo han chrysanthemum tea.

938.

She sent herself a "hug a dork".

937.

On facebook: a thumbnail of everyone she knew and will know.

936.

Work was comforting in a mundane way.

935.

Hello world.

934.

Red sake poured over ice... a beautiful lady.

933.

Perhaps she needed to get away to a sunny island by herself.

932.

The day began without a coffee.

931.

All she wanted to do was to drink hot soup.

930.

A tart, sour drink — good for the throat — a mother's love.

929.

She slammed the ball into the wall, sweat dripping off her chin.

928.

They needed each other in unspeakable ways.

927.

And something held their tremulous hearts together — not joy, not hope — but something from the past, a distant echo of love.

926.

They sat on the sloped grass beside the lily pond, a dog in between them.

925.

They had dinner together, but their hearts were elsewhere.

924.

"Good as gold," she said.

923.

Walking down the street, singing a sad song.

922.

She wanted to squeeze herself into a capsule and shoot herself into the stars.

921.

The wake's at the same place as her own grandfather's, but she wasn't there for the first.

920.

Two trains: travelling in the same direction at the same speed, never getting closer.

919.

Cold samosas at midnight.

918.

She fell asleep with Japanese in her head...

917.

917.

916.

Time slows down at the end.

915.

Grief does make you want to weep and gnash your teeth.

914.

Who am I?

913.

A yellow line painted across the grill.

912.

Cozy white cushions around a square table — she felt cold.

911.

He ate his dinner on his feet.

910.

He ate his dinner at the food court.

909.

He ate his dinner at the bus-stop.

908.

He felt a bit like a loser, wandering about town on a Saturday evening.

907.

She upset his equilibrium.

906.

Worried. Losing connection.

905.

MSN was a time in/ time out machine.

904.

Lying in bed typing an essay. It's kinda nice.

903.

Dark aureole surreptitious under thin cotton.

902.

Brown, white, furry...

901.

The attraction is in the illicit.

900.

He wanted desperately to be wise, to be able to see through hearts and still have compassion.

899.

Sitting on the floor, scanning.

898.

After a haircut, a thought: "She's going to hate me."

897.

Now you see it. Now you don't.

896.

Mentos-tinged kisses play in an SMS.

895.

Mentos on the desk, blue and cute, and sweet.

894.

The red-brick water tower had ivy growing up its sides and fronds crowning its head.

893.

Fruitbat, along with the other fruit bats, dived and played in the clear cool water.

892.

The mid-afternoon tropical downpour filled the eighty year old water tower with cool clean water.

891.

It was the perfect day.

890.

Red, red rose.

889.

She listens to the sound of fireworks from her window.

888.

The auspicious number.

887.

Late at night, and she was trying to fix the Palm for her.

886.

What if she had missed her life's purpose?

885.

She could not help feeling guilty. If she had been less selfish, would it have turned out different?

884.

I'm sitting on a bus feeling empty, empty, empty as a drum.

883.

Fresh-faced, they invaded the school with their youthful enthusiasm.

882.

They have not yet been let down.

881.

Quiet. and Sad. the sounds of the city.

880.

You smell like a rambutan.

879.

No, I'm not sleepy yet.

878.

She forgot why anyone should like her — was it her quiet demeanor, her obnoxious opinions, her unconscious gestures? — what a preposterous idea!

877.

Being strong was simply a matter of trying not to cry.

876.

Her life was a prison. Because her life was a lie.

875.

Twenty-three minutes past midnight and I write this.

874.

I want to write a love story. Preferably mine.

873.

Looking in her eyes, she saw forever.

872.

She remained in a serious mood, even as the majestic trees, the voluminous clouds, the quiet water and the `now' in nature threatened to break her soul into song.

871.

She didn't enjoy herself, except by imagining that she was with him.

870.

I spoke to a woman I used to love today, in a café in the desert. (Fragile Things, 304)

869.

I thought i was your destination. Looks like i was just another stop on the line. (Fragile Things, 304)

868.

She said, "I love you." It fell like a coin into a deep dark well,
without an echo.

867.

Death becomes her? A snitch in time saves two?

866.

Afraid.

865.

Sour chilli in her nose, following her to work.

864.

It is unbelievable that in one hour and forty-five minutes, they
should create for her 20 hours of work.

863.

He heard her say, "Are we breaking up this weekend?"

862.

Those in the closet learn to stake their claim inconspicuously.

861.

She peered at the videocamera screen - an inquisitive pixie.

860.

She hated having to be verbal.

859.

All my friends are married and I cannot settle down.

858.

Chinese fans and a sexy pose.

857.

Two pillows propped vertical on a bed.

856.

`What is the time?' she asked. `Well, we woke up late,' she replied.

855.

`Tell me the time' you say.  And what you really say is `Tell me a story.' (Weight, 7)

854.

By the time she unwrapped the rubber, she had forgotten what she had
to erase!

853.

The watercooler leaked through his screws.

852.

It boomed, then cackled with electricity.

851.

She loves the way pencil shavings curl around a sharpener.

850.

Between getting to work and starting the day, the sky got bright.

849.

Doubled over in her wheelchair, the girl with the stocky body and skinny limbs used her legs and hands to push herself forward. She looked like a hermit crab.

848.

She smelled of sweat, in the pleasant way that only females can smell
— somewhat salty and musky, a general aura of efficiency.

847.

The body is such a frail, fragile thing.

846.

But she was forgetting that victory in between, on the bishop's
kneeler, that brought hope.

845.

It was hard to find peace when the last time round, you lost.

844.

Worry ate at her.

843.

She eased herself back into the week. What did she have to get done tomorrow?

842.

Vegetables as penitence.

841.

She forced herself to finish the huge bowl of bright green vegetables, and she felt cleansed.

840.

Love is hanging out in the library because you're waiting for your buddy to return a book on your card, so that you can borrow something for you, and something for your buddy too.

839.

The tulips she gave her came back, pressed in glass.

838.

Something about work that redeems the soul.

837.

One day, she would forget every thing in between, except for the
memories as a teen.

836.

It's been a long time since she felt lonely.

835.

She bought orchids for a dollar.

834.

An upside down dustbin cigarette tray masquerading as tall black hat.

833.

Her name was emily. And when he heard the name the first time, he wanted to bury his nose in her arm and take in that sweet smell that is her.

832.

She got used to leaving half a cup of drink just in case her buddy wanted it.

831.

Something about talcum powder and cotton tees feels like home.

830.

Because her friend told her that she was brave, she felt braver than she really was.

829.

She had her buddy's cramps.

828.

So should we pass it in parliament: an eye if you should covet your neighbour's wife?

827.

She wished they had kept their mouth shut but what can we do about it? He is after all the defender of the faith.

826.

Sweet friend, don't you know that I pray for you?

825.

It is a shame that his bed is empty.

824.

She had done enough for the day; she thinks she ought to space out and go to bed now.

823.

It gave her an irresistable urge to buy comic books.

822.

Stress was a big hairy monster that she was determined to subdue.

821.

A fantastic imaginary menagerie: Yertle the scapegoat, Fruitbat the knuckle-sucker, K-bird the long-distance hummingbird, Pinkie the sunburnt bear, Brain who saw parachutes, and Jessie the ring-leader who has a talent at playing dead.

820.

She coveted her neighbour's chicken.

819.

Her holiday: stripping down, gearing up; stripping down, gearing up; stripping, stripping, stripping.

818.

They walked until they got tired and then sat down to have lychee sorbet, coffee, and bacon-wrapped mushrooms.

817.

Try as she might, she could not thinking about ants.

816.

Ashes on the forehead, a reminder that we are dust.

815.

Her MacBook was quiet, so quiet that she couldn't tell that it was breathing, except for the throbbing white light.

814.

I can't read her blog. It makes me jealous of everything I'm not.

813.

A ball of sock cuddled in the cup of a bra.

812.

Gone are the days of wind-up clocks, where time moved languid and progressively slow.

811.

She wore a ring so that she could fidget when she needed to.

810.

Sealed with a kiss.

809.

Their hands reached out to grab an anchor in the dark.

808.

She felt somewhat vulnerable, as if she had no clothes on.

807.

The back of the dragon's teeth were mossy.

806.

It is scary who she was when she was asleep.

805.

Would you breed it out if you could?

804.

He wore yellow Phua Chu Kang rubber boots.

803.

The construction worker had pale feet.

802.

Trying not to be stressed.

Trying not to be stressed.

Trying not to be stressed.

801.

She chose the dull-looking bird in her hand over the multitude of birds in the sky.

800.

Possibly the longest afternoon ever.

799.

The lady with a large lump on the back of her neck smiled broadly when her bus came, and said, "六一来了。"

798.

The resurrection of the body reminded him of R.C. Sproul which reminded him of Pope Bud, and he thought, "I think I'll write an email."

797.

One tablespoon grounds; four-fifths cup hot water; one-fifth cup cold milk; one TALL cup coffee.

796.

A PE teacher standing at the bottom of a hill with a watch in his hand. Boys in yellow tshirts running as if their limbs were loose.

795.

On Mondays, everything looks bleak.

794.

Cocooned in the bus, her body shuttled to work.

793.

She felt like curling up on the pew and letting the words wash over her.

792.

When she clicked link after link after link, what was it that she was looking for?

791.

Water to sink in; water to drink. They were fundamentally different substances.

790.

She plunged in headfirst. She was determined to survive this.

789.

I'm scared. Won't you hold my hand?

788.

What is the point of twittering to yourself?

787.

It was a double-shot coffee kinda day.

786.

She had the face of a cat and the body of a nubile woman.

785.

The pictures carried him to a land of shifting sand and a pale rising moon. He was surprised how familiar she looked.

784.

She needed to go to bed but she was hopelessly addicted.

783.

It was a spongey kind of yummy.

782.

And warm and fuzzies too.

781.

She was going away for a week, so she stocked up on internet.

780.

They went for a walk with snuffy.

779.

Her throat itched. She wanted a test tube scrubber.

778.

After the intrusion of the divine, she could go back to being normal.

777.

Finally, at God's number.

776.

Dancing in the dark.

775.

She really wished that he was wallowing in regret, but he was moving on quite nicely.

774.

Last year, she was afraid that everything would remain the same. This year, she's afraid that everything would be different.

773.

She made lesbian drama sexy.

772.

Every time they accidentally found themselves in the lift together, they made stilted comments about the weather.

771.

Thank God she worked on the sixth floor.

770.

She made an effort to be reconciled, but they would never be comfortable in each other's presence again.

769.

But she didn't have anyone to tell it to.

768.

Her new favourite piece of info: the f-stop is calculated by dividing the length of the lens by its diameter.

767.

She was lonely.  So she pushed away the people she loved.

766.

Except it is not.

765.

Strangely, it is rather like falling in love.

764.

Colour me carrot.

763.

She's curious about me. I'm curious about her.

762.

This is how she knew he had moved on: he posted pictures of a dinner made for two.

761.

'twas the night before Christmas...

760.

They told lies as a web to hide their true feelings for each other, but everyone saw through them anyway.

759.

He missed her; if only just the sense of having a friend in the same room.

758.

Is it a little sad that he was sitting in front of the computer blogging on the Saturday of the long weekend?

757.

The widow bragged about her father and what a godly man he was, but she kept quiet about the deep unspeakable affection she had for her late husband.

756.

She could finish as much in half a day as she could in a full day.

755.

She had a diplomatic problem.

754.

She did magic with her toes.

753.

hey baby, i love you. i think you rock.

752.

She tried to figure out what he was thinking from the squiggles on the paper.

751.

Ultimately, self-absorbed.

751.

So he waited to see who would IM him.

750.

Her knee felt tight and wobbly at the same time.

749.

She rubbed her eyes and crossed the road.

748.

She dreamt of being alone.

747.

Inserting a tampon is like lifting weights -- it is easier if you exhale.

746.

And she wondered if it would be like this at the end of the world.

745.

The accumulation of hope.

744.

It was a moment she would remember for the rest of her life.

743.

Having to keep awake was a torture.

742.

She tried very hard to compartmentalize the fear but she couldn't; it ate her up, sending her stomach into acidic paroxysms, but for one precious moment after roast beef and red wine, she chilled out.

741.

Just like God's.

740.

A pendent with diamonds and a Coach bag: an extravagent kind of love.

739.

She sent the email three times, like the man who kept knocking at midnight...

738.

Before she got to her coffee, she had accumulated five tasks.

737.

A folded bolster in a backpack.

736.

The china man dragged his travel bag onto the bus, making a screeching sound.

735.

The plain lady in the cotton shirt had a fancy gold button on the back pocket of her pants.

734.

She had moments of bravery.  Everything she ever did, she did in those moments.

733.

She lay in bed and tried not to fall asleep.

732.

Scared.

731.

One eyebrow was shorter than the other.

730.

The instantaneous possessed her.

729.

When she has her own place, she will make lasagne. Just less indulgent.

728.

She placated the grumpy girl.

727.

He wore three watches.  It was everything he had.

726.

She called to say that she would be watching TV.

725.

She said: "May your dreams be mine too."

724.

It tasted of pomelo.

723.

The fruitbat was also somewhat afraid of wombats.

722.

The fruitbat wore a tux.

721.

They shared a fruitbat.

720.

What about those flowers and animals who are both male and female at the same time?

719.

Technically, it is impossible to be turned on by your own body; technically, that is.

718.

Show me exactly how the heart, the mind and the body is linked, and I will show you the essence of man.

717.

How much money must a person have to feel secure?

716.

She concentrated on smiling, furrowing her brow. What an adorable picture!

715.

Firefox also made her an American.

714.

Firefox was her invisible spelling tutor.

713.

They flipped the switch and expected the light to come on, like magic.  And when it didn't, they looked at each other with blank faces.

712.

An afterthought strayed. She decided she would leave it alone.

711.

The great saint prayed, "Give me chastity, but not yet."

710.

He looked back at where he came from. It was barren without a drop of water. How could he go back?

709.

Her friend told her that she had been out of sorts the last few weeks and she was surprised, because she hadn't noticed.

708.

And these were the markers of the places they made up: a k-bird, a fruitbat, and a bolster who read all day long.

707.

Because they had no space to belong, they made up their own places.

706.

It is easy to ________, yet through ________, the heart of _______ shines through.

705.

There was a restlessness in her ________ that could not be put out.

704.

The sexual connotations are unmistakable.

703.

She apologised.

702.

Beauty she held in her hands, soft as a petal.

701.

The words cut her as a hot knife through butter.

700.

It was hard to smile; her face was like plasticine.

699.

She had on her sad face.

698.

Runner's Magazines in the doorway, for a hypothyroid girl.

697.

She explained how to do a complicated, contorted exercise to strengthen the ITB over the phone -- "with one leg on a step, swing the hip back and forth" -- which made her friend laugh and forget her blues.

696.

So she filled the silence with her own story, shared a thousand times over, until all meaning had been squeezed out: a dry, drained muslin cloth.

695.

And my heart broke for her.

694.

Her eyes reddened and she said, "Yes, God spoke to me once before, but that one... very sad." And then she kept quiet.

693.

And his favourite phrase was: happy like toad.

692.

He had a laugh that ricochetted off the walls and echoed in your mind for a long time after.

691.

If I am damned with you or with you, I choose to be damned with you.

690.

So he settled on maybe.

689.

He found that his mind had a rivet right through it and that he was vascillating, no, spinning, between yes and no.

688.

He absent-mindedly doodled on the paper: "Yes. No. Maybe." Suddenly, he realised that right beside his doodle were the exact same words, in cursive script.

687.

He had an elephant inside his belly.

686.

She was lost without her compass.

685.

Her heart felt sick. So she ate too much.

684.

Where is Colin?

683.

She received more emails from virtual friends than real-life friends.

682.

She said she was asexual.

681.

Mondays made her sick.

680.

Make the right connection between a name and the right moniker, and suddenly... Just remember: he never meant to tell you.

679.

"The little indicator light that comes on when it is on standby makes it look like it's breathing. I am so in love. :) "

678.

She was happy. She had one regular beef bowl from Yoshinoya, one A1 crispy curry puff, and one can of chrysanthemum tea.

677.

And in many ways, it was a beach of diamonds.

676.

Without her glasses, it seemed to her that she was running on a beach of diamonds.

675.

She planned a day of indoor activities.

674.

Addiction came to her in the form of a mouse and a broadband connection.

673.

For this reason, she would never be a great writer.

672.

Her pen paused for the briefest moment as she was tempted by the keen danger of the word she was about to write, but she inked the more innocuous synonym.

671.

She cut the papaya and mango into the most delectable slices.

670.

The sweat collected under her skin in numerous little bubbles.

669.

The trouble with anonymity was that he had two blogging accounts, two flickr accounts and two accounts to every story told.

668.

He read the book bound like The Bible.

667.

He wanted to be mysterious too, but he was addicted to blogging.

666.

666. The devil's mobile.

665.

The sun burned her skin -- it felt as if it was on fire -- but there was no turning back now.

664.

She was mysterious, like the dancing shadow of a naked flame.

663.

It was as if her heart fell away from her.

662.

She ran until she found herself gasping for breath.

661.

And he said to himself, "I am so bloody gonna ace that bloody test."

660.

Why did she think she would have felt so much better if she had won that $10 voucher, as if that miserly $10 represents a way out of her dead-end funk of a job?

659.

He slipped into his online identity easily.  Does this make him schizophrenic?

658.

What is it about hot homecooked soup?

657.

What is it about fuzzy checkered shorts that makes you feel loved?

656.

She wrote an email to the director, who forwarded it to the assitant director, who forwarded it to the Human Relations Officer, who replied to say that she would be looking into her case.

655.

Emails make the world flat.

654.

So she watched a slideshow of his new life.

653.

"How singular life is, how changeable! What a little thing it takes to save you or to lose you." Guy de Maupassant, The Necklace

651.

In the dead of the night, he felt like the only one alive.

650.

She concentrated on hitting the squash ball with perfect drive and form. She raised her racquet, coiled her back, and hit her friend square on the jaw.

649.

The second time, he rented a loudhailer and looked for sympathy.

648.

When he first broke up, he collapsed quietly into himself.

647.

Coffee Swiss Roll from the local bakery washed down with black unsweetened coffee: a not-so-subtle taste sensation.

646.

Dressed in a business shirt and pants, the skinny man's delicate hands moved deftly over the controls of his portable video console, his eyes darting back and forth the tiny screen.

645.

And so she kept from herself her most secret thoughts.

644.

But she couldn't.

643.

And she thought, if I could only clean my desk, I think I can get out of this funk.

642.

pimple. shit. shit. shit. shit.

641.

bored. stressed. miserable. stuck. frustrated.

640.

Actually, no matter what you say or do not say, it wouldn't have tainted my impression one bit. I'm sorry to read this, but I wish you the best.

639.

It seemed as if those five long years were just a temporary balm, and the wound was still as fresh.

638.

Well, why not sad? :)

637.

1:40am.

636.

The door closed, soft and resolute.

635.

After traversing the world and experiencing all kinds of marvels and mysteries, he still longed to go home to her.

634.

"And I thought, if only the fire could be kept burning, the future might be kept at bay and this moment would remain." Cherry, 70,

633.

If the internet were a big field, she would have rutted out a path to her favourite sites.

632.

She split open my belly to keep my from exploding.  What am I?

631.

Every so often she would need a strong drink.  The only problem being, she didn't drink.

630.

Damn the itch.  Damn the desire.  Damn the examined life.

629.

Damn the cost of living.  Damn my miserable pay.  Damn it all.

628.

Why is it that she kept wanting to be read by her ?

627.

Kiss, and say goodnight.

626.

Liver spots.. he never realised what an accurate description that was.

625.

She read a compilation of birthday stories on her friend's birthday.

624.

He was a man of the collar; he would die a man of the collar.

623.

So in this case, there was no need for alcohol.

622.

Because she was footing the bill, she felt more in control; because she felt more in control, she spoke more freely.

621.

He finished the heaped serving of shredded radish first.

620.

She wished that they had normal people options.

619.

Nervous. She had to write.

618.

She is going home now.

617.

It has been a long time.

616.

A mynah sang outside their window.

615.

I love you; I wish I could show it more; so I write it here.

614.

God permeated her thoughts, but she felt as far away from him as the heat of the moon beats on the earth.

613.

The smug couple, who knew nothing beyond their own limited personal experiences, believed that there was only one way to go about finding love.

612.

No, you don't know what I mean, you hear what I am saying, the words carefully chosen and put together, but you don't remember who I am, and you don't know what I mean.

611.

She couldn't navigate the future without a safety rope, but the rope was too short.

610.

God, who knows no need, created us with a thousand needs and desires.

609.

A train tumbles through the darkness; twenty years on, the emptiness will be filled with new flats and young families.

608.

It is weird watching yourself on TV.

607.

She had run out of words.

606.

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605.

The man had curry smeared all over his mouth, and he asked, "Ke yi gei wo wu mao? wo yao da bus."

604.

She felt tired, in a defeated sort of way.

603.

Since the invention of the Word processor, she stopped learning how to spell new words.

602.

The Bougainvillea grew all over the Frangipani tree, crowning the white with brilliant pink.

601.

One night, an ocean crossed.

600.

It seemed as if something was missing.

599.

She is hot!

598.

Art is copied.

597.

They found it at Norfolk.

596.

She wouldn't have made a difference if she had waited, but she wanted to get it out of her mind as quickly as possible.

595.

Two shirts on a single hanger, stained with blood.

594.

She shrugged off the compliment.

593.

For this same reason: it is technically impossible to live forever.

592.

It is technically impossible to reach a million, so why do I bother?

591.

Which is worse? Being locked up in a prison cell, or beng locked in your own body by stroke?

590.

Page 166, Bus 166, the number criss-crossed in her life.

589.

Withered hope.

588.

Withered flowers tied to a blue sign: serious accident, 7 February, 12:39am.

587.

Write like you will be exposed; live like you will be judged.

586.

Origen was made to wear pink.

585.

Why did it feel like she was walking backwards?

584.

She said something, and then immediately regreted it.

583.

If you go back far enough, we share the same saints.

582.

Like Kierkegaard, the life of the party went home and despaired.

581.

A satin ribbon over a bare shoulder.

580.

Boredom, this generation's symptom of dissatisfaction.

579.

Her father's brithday, and she forgot.

578.

Blogs teach you how to keep a secret.

577.

The words in Matthew were a childhood melody, straining into the present like a familiar tune.

576.

That moment was singular. Time, on the other hand, is relentless.