323.

She shouted "Ring!" in the middle of the night.

322.

"`Thou movest me.' That leaves no choice. Something produces intensity, a holy feeling, as oranges produce orange, as grass green, as birds heat." Saul Bellow, Herzog, 340

321.

She admired fool-hardiness, even in a four year-old child. She also admired silhouette heels, robust breasts, and the type of smile that wins the favour of men.

320.

"Literate people appropriate all the best things they can find in books, and dress themselves in them as certain crabs are supposed to beautify themselves with seaweed." Saul Bellow, Herzog, 217

319.

"An escaped balloon was fleeing like a sperm, black and quick into the orange dust of the West" Saul Bellow, Herzog 178

318.

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317.

He was as polite as a dog in clothes.

316.

It was an opportune moment: But when he opened his mouth, he realised that he had got it all wrong.

315.

3:15pm

314.

Perriwinkle; kind; bird-song.

313.

She had a vast collection of meaningless words.

312.

Very sad_.

311.

The Americans wore Levis -- all of them -- rich, poor, trendy, nerd alike.

310.

She remembered her friend by the smell of warm efficiency that surrounded her.

309.

Her running gear hung dripping from the bamboo pole. Tomorrow she will run again.

308.

She was missing something she couldn't put her finger on.

307.

Why does a bowl of korean spicy beef soup taste better when shared?

306.

She always imagined them as a slab of butter with wings.

305.

She had The Straits Times under her arm, but she still could not resist picking up the copy of Today somebody left at the bus stop.

304.

oui, nous as tellement plus pois.

303.

She said to her over the telephone, "They are so much more than peas!"

302.

The quarter-wedge of grilled juicy tomato fell to the tiled floor with a splat.

301.

percolate.

300.

Kitaro sounds like Yanni.

299.

He left her to her own devices, namely, the Ipod, the thumbdrive, and the remote control.

298.

Why did she have bimbos in her email?

297.

She said she had ESPN.

296.

Strangely, his name was Moses too.

295.

The bottle bobbed on the water. How did they tell that there was a message in that particular bottle? Did it bob more purposefully than the rest? Did it forsee its higher calling, even after its last drop was emptied out by a drunk sailor and it was flung into the sea? Moses was 80 years old when he left.

294.

He wrote furiously on scraps of paper. They said he was going mad. He didn't deny the accusations.

293.

Each SMS costs only five cents, a pittance compared to the love (or hate) it can hold.

292.

She typed coded messages and flung them carelessly into the universe.

291.

Her hand cupped her chin; it was soft like a pillow.

290.

Read me.

289.

He had a hurt puppy dog look. Why do boys look that way?

288.

Why did she have poison on her desk?

287.

When they opened the time capsule, they had a whiff of stale air from 1984.

286.

He looked down and pretended to pray.

285.

She imagined herself being sifted like lumpy flour.

284.

Why does two plus two equal five?

283.

Her mouth was made of honey and her fingers dripped with milk.

282.

Why did she take a shower in the void deck in the middle of a Japanese Feast Day?

281.

Why did she count the fish?

280.

Why does she count the syllables in the phrase, "Get up and walk"?

279.

Why did she roll up the bottom of her pants today?

278.

Why does she feel claustrophobic in a bus?

277.

Why did she have four pairs of shoes under her desk?

276.

She counted her pennies so that she could spend her pounds without a care.

275.

The minutes ticked by, agonisingly.

274.

She shook out her shorts, but the money did not fall out.

273.

Modernity cocooned in the colonial-styled bungalow.

272.

The flattened-out cardboard box, once a stepping stone over the muddy patches of the trail, now lay sun-baked in the powdery brown dirt.

271.

She did not have enough lives to learn everything she was interested in.

270.

Her colleague got off the bus before she reached her destination.

269.

The cat had its paw on a long black balloon snake. When the cat released her paw, the snake shrunk and pretended to be a black bulbous rat. Or was it the rat pretending to be a snake? In any case, the cat was not frightened.

268.

The middle-aged woman sat stoically on the bus to work. But her feet had a life of their own, practicing the steps to her line-dancing class in the evening.

267.

They hid behind pillows, squinting their eyes to protect themselves from what was going to jump out of the TV.