Prologue He flings the pair of earrings out the car window, and together with it, the last remnants of his first love. Chapter 1 “Happy birthday, Ai Ling.” “Thank you. The roses are so beautiful. You must have spent a lot on them.” “No, it’s okay. Come over and make a wish before we cut… Read More »
Some people think I’m mad. That’s perfectly understandable. It’s hard to believe an average Joe like me could have killed 21 people within three years. But first, a bit about myself. My name is Patrick. No, not the Patrick in “American Psycho”. Unlike Patrick Bateman, I’m not into murders and executions. Unlike him too, I… Read More »
No too complicated proceduresThat I cannot followTook me so many yearsTo search for that damned soul Had to take my timeHad to wait for an opportunityThe rest is simpleThe rest is simple On one unsuspecting nightThere’s no turning backRemoved the headAnd then he’s dead It’s just so simpleIt’s just so simpleNo too complicated proceduresThat I… Read More »
なぜ めぐり逢うのかを私たちは なにも知らないいつ めぐり逢うのかを私たちは いつも知らないどこにいたの 生きてきたの遠い空の下 ふたつの物語 縦の糸はあなた 横の糸は私織りなす布は いつか誰かを暖めうるかもしれないなぜ 生きてゆくのかを迷った日の跡の ささくれ夢追いかけ走ってころんだ日の跡の ささくれこんな糸が なんになるの心許なくて ふるえてた風の中 縦の糸はあなた 横の糸は私織りなす布は いつか誰かの傷をかばうかもしれない縦の糸はあなた 横の糸は私逢うべき糸に 出逢えることを人は 仕合わせと呼びます Help spread the word!
“Conspicuous consumption of valuable goods is a means of reputability of the gentleman of leisure.”– The Theory of the Leisure Class Thorstein Bunde Veblen (1857 – 1929) was an unorthodox American economist of Norwegian ancestry. He is considered the founder of the “institutional school of economics”, a group of economists who believed that traditional economic… Read More »
Imagine India launching a nuclear missile over the Himalayas into China, or Pakistan laying waste to Nepal with an atomic bomb. Think of Israel, besieged by a continent of enemies, levelling Lebanon. None of these scenarios is politically plausible, at the moment. Technically, however, all all-out nuclear war between nations has become an unsettling possibility.… Read More »
“I want to live on my own.”“No, you can’t!” The rest chimed in at once, like the representatives of some great power waking up halfway through a conference in time to bomb a veto on some mewling little voice they don’t even care to listen.“I’m leaving,” I responded, oblivious to their objections. With as much… Read More »
Somewhere along Mount Pleasant Road. Crazed with terror, the man fled in the direction leading towards the Pan-Island Expressway. His heart was throbbing furiously and he could almost feel blood shooting up to his head. The dim streetlights fell on his face, revealing an expression of ultimate horror and panic. There was not a soul… Read More »