Sunday, October 22, 2006

It's been raining but the humidity is sapping the energy out of me. I remember when I was younger, I used to sit at home staring out the window just watching the raindrops pelt down onto the earth. I miss doing that. It's not the same feeling anymore...

I'm reading this book that my mum is afraid of reading and my dad is tsking me for reading it. It's damn intriguing lah.

'Did you close my eyes? I often wonder what happened. If it was you who found me and was I still beautiful? ... Or do you never think of me at all? Am I just the past to you? And if you are thinking, "She can't come back," don't bet on it.'

McMahon, an aging rock star, has started receiving letters - yearning, obsessive letters from a girl called Leah containing information that only she could know. But Leah is dead and has been for a long time, so who is writing the letters? Tough city cop Youselli is hired to track down the mystery of Leah, fighting resistance from McMahon himself who doesn't seem to want to remember and from others who seem to have reasons for wanting to forget. In no time he is drawn into a surreal world of crazy love and dangerous obsession.

Well I'm going to Nic's house later. We're watching the United-Liverpool match together. But first we're going to satisfy our cravings for Subway. If we lose Adel may not be coming out of there alive. Muahaha! So you better pray that Liverpool win tonight. :D

Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining...