it is cold in the library, but it is noisy outside, and therefore i slide slowly down to silence. peace
the journal article on singapore cinema is stunningly full of oxymorons. the locality of foreignness, the articulation of hidden meanings, subtle defiance, counter preoccupation. unfold me i am small
cs people are chock full of regrets. woe'r'us
the other blog is so full of the weili i cannot stand it anymore. ah, red nails free me, free me red nails, free red nails on me. there is no sky and there is no earth but, still, snowflakes fall.
colour me white
Thursday, October 18, 2007
precision of oxymorons
Posted by b at 1:27 PM
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hey girl, be well(= please take care...
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