205.

He woke up, tormented and wrecked by his dream.

204.

He had 24 cans of coke in his room.

203.

The possibilities for the weekend beckoned.

202.

He occasionally let the roots dry out. He was a masochist like that.

201.

She watched them sitting alone, in pairs, eating their breakfast. Suddenly, she realised that she was being watched too.

200.

His sail hung limp in the still dusk light. He could not remember when the wind stopped blowing.

199.

This time there was two.

198.

His thighs ached, yet he kept his sight on one lamp post after another until he reached his goal.

197.

197 goes to NUS; 196 does not.

196.

Papaya, Papadum, Pomegranate, Pear, Peach, Prata, Pasta, Pizza, Potato, Pineapple, Pretzel, Persimon, Poori, Peanut, Pumpkin Pie, Pastry, Porridge...

195.

Her soul sounded hollow as a drum in the silence.

194.

Yet something told her that though her tears may be cheap, the spirit within was not.

193.

The women listened, enthralled.

192.

It was later than she usually woke up; yet, because it was Saturday, it felt earlier.

191.

Spicy potato and chicken meat, deep fried in a golden curry puff, all yours for 90 cents.

190.

She ran for the bus. The stitch that plagued her the night before re-appeared like an old friend.

189.

The muscles at the base of her neck were tense.

188.

Our mole is to please!

187.

What if God were a figment of our collective imagination? Would she have made decisions in her life any differently?

186.

He had a headache. He shouldn't have had substitued his morning coffee for cocoa pops.

185.

She felt most comfortable in jeans.

184.

There is nothing in the world as ugly, as sincere, and as frank as a wart hog.

183.

She seemed so grown up, yet when she sat beside him in the rickety tut tut, she thoughtlessly put her hand on his lap.

182.

Bar-bary bar-bary bar-bary Sheep!

181.

She asked for coffee; everyone else drank milo.

180.

He wanted to say something nice, but it came out as an ambiguous remark that she mistook for sarcasm.

179.

He put his new contacts in. Suddenly, the world came into sharp focus, bombarding him with useless information such as the precise concave shape of each blade of grass, and the subtle shades of colour in his colleague's make-up.

178.

What is redder than lips, pinker than blush, and whiter than the fairest dame's skin?

177.

He desperately needed to start work. But he couldn't. pull. himself. away. from. blogging.

176.

The music sharpened her senses to the nuances of her heart.

175.

She was her love object.

174.

Press firmly on this spot of the forearm; it'll raise the third.

173.

And hence she concluded, God must be on his side. And if God was rooting for him, what hope was there left for her?

172.

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171.

The computer could not keep up with the pace of his work.

170.

Her life was more like a large bowl of whipped potato, smothered in a dark gravy.

169.

She felt unworthy, that even if she were to cry and beat her breast, her tears would still be cheap.

168.

She cut the pie into quarters and then into eighths.

167.

Two clean swipes of the doctor's blade, and it was detached, dental floss still embedded in the roots.