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Monday, September 04, 2006

savouring the last of a book is like licking a bowl clean of an icecream you really love but you know you will never get to eat again in the next 10 years.

and i'm telling you there is nothing like it to trigger off such intense feelings of nostalgia in one's heart .

sniff sniff,
melodrama is the flavour tonight.


by the way,
point of information, madams and sirs:

Bill Bryson is HILARIOUS
caps locked italised bolded and underlined

heh.


meanwhile, another book awaits and i'm happy beyond happy.
ahhhh.

bliss!


8:29 PM