i cant believe i finished dance dance dance. i thot it wuld be impossible to finish it before we go to hell again. but it did happened. just proved my point that even something with a probability of 0.000000000000000000000001 can happen. i kind of id wif the narrator. his metaphors, analogies etc. like wad i would do myself. i think i come away from this book asking myself: when does a dream end and reality begin?
i think what strikes me about this book is that there doesnt seem to be a "purpose". it's like you are just being brought along by the waves or something. it's like a drive down the avenue, maybe along the beach. throw in abit of musing about life, society, philosophy. and thats dance dance dance. at least tts my impression of it. not that i din enjoy it; i like the book. its absorbing.
i managed to catch some of the action in melbourne. shelley kitchen, the squash player from nz is very stylish. so does leisel jones wif her short hair. theres no chance against the aussie swimmers. they are really dominating the pool. i just hope jodie henry can win a gold medal. shes got a silver, lost to libby lenton. kinda disappointing. i can still remember her powering the aussie team to a relay gold in athens.
on this kind of games. i think it's very sad that miki ando fell during the turin games, costing her a medal. ja, i was hoping she would win. she certainly could. but these things do happen.
three of the most common emotions that besiege me are guilt, sympathy and empathy. i tried to run away, shut myself, become colder, less affected by these.
i am glad i wasnt successful. was watching ginga again. its abt brazilian football. it's not the nicest of way to realise, but ja, i realised.
"i was at the bus stop waiting for the bus when i saw this boy and this girl. the girl was asking the boy what he wants to eat for dinner. the boy was telling her to decide. the girl was complaining that she was always deciding. the boy challenged her to give examples. i looked at all these with a smile."- the lady at the bus stop.
and i wonder what was running through the lady's mind. was she reminded of a happier past? was she amused?
i think what strikes me about this book is that there doesnt seem to be a "purpose". it's like you are just being brought along by the waves or something. it's like a drive down the avenue, maybe along the beach. throw in abit of musing about life, society, philosophy. and thats dance dance dance. at least tts my impression of it. not that i din enjoy it; i like the book. its absorbing.
i managed to catch some of the action in melbourne. shelley kitchen, the squash player from nz is very stylish. so does leisel jones wif her short hair. theres no chance against the aussie swimmers. they are really dominating the pool. i just hope jodie henry can win a gold medal. shes got a silver, lost to libby lenton. kinda disappointing. i can still remember her powering the aussie team to a relay gold in athens.
on this kind of games. i think it's very sad that miki ando fell during the turin games, costing her a medal. ja, i was hoping she would win. she certainly could. but these things do happen.
three of the most common emotions that besiege me are guilt, sympathy and empathy. i tried to run away, shut myself, become colder, less affected by these.
i am glad i wasnt successful. was watching ginga again. its abt brazilian football. it's not the nicest of way to realise, but ja, i realised.
"i was at the bus stop waiting for the bus when i saw this boy and this girl. the girl was asking the boy what he wants to eat for dinner. the boy was telling her to decide. the girl was complaining that she was always deciding. the boy challenged her to give examples. i looked at all these with a smile."- the lady at the bus stop.
and i wonder what was running through the lady's mind. was she reminded of a happier past? was she amused?
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