On a whim I checked the link this morning to see if it still worked and it did. Charlie Brown's Heartbreak, my first blog set up with the Ong Bak's help. (I think if I am not wrong, she convinced me that I needed to start a blog). Reading through the posts now, I kinda think my writing was better then, or it could be that I have become lazier now. haha. There are some posts which make me cringe and go, "yucks did i write that?"

I like this entry:

April 2004
"You wonder if her memories are in black and white, the way they come back to you as you drive along the highway which separates the trees, the fateless lovers, their branches are fingers, struggling vainly to touch each other.

Days spent in the library,poring over silent notes. The linoleum carpet smell becomes too familiar. Toiling for what? A future without you.

Groups of doomed flies gathered around the dim light panels along the pathway outside the library much to the glee of Mr lizard and his greedy sticky tongue, slithered up alongside. Mr lizard was upside down, or you could say the world was upside down to him and the flies were hovering upside down, the frantic flapping of their oval wings in the wrong direction.

I can never be Robert Capa, I can never make your dreams come true; I am only me. I can only listen to your dreams, wondering if that will ever be enough. But I guess I should be lucky; what if I was born 50 years before you, in a house down the street? I will be playing chess on the stone tables under the void deck, as you pass me by. Would I even know you? Or would our eyes meet for an instance, in a sudden surge of deja vu, and then you walk on......


I know.Emo shit.