437.

She resolved not to blog.

436.

And all the glamour about her fell away like a castle of playing cards against the wind.

435.

She looked like a crumpled hippie.

434.

The crow held the body of a rat in its beak.

433.

It did not beep.

432.

The dead writers lined up in a row, their thoughts pressed into paper.

431.

The coloured balls were in every possible hue of expectation.

430.

And so he startled his mum.

429.

He lept up the stairs, head down like raging bull, full of intent.

428.

Juggling to please. The balls must not drop.

427.

His only claim to fame was going to school with a few brilliant people.

426.

She resolved to be less kia si.

425.

The bus driver honked his horn three times.

424.

Shenton Way feels more and more like New York.

423.

He picked at his face.

422.

Nothing to say.

421.

He raked at the the bottom of the sea bed. He also hated sea urchins.

420.

Fiction begets fiction.

419.

Unlike the lemon tree which sprouted lemons.

418.

And so she sprouted Confuciusanese.

417.

Theory, if not undergirded by reality, is mere facade.

416.

The sea cucumber tried to look inconspicuous on the ceiling.

415.

He longed for her as the river longed for the sea.

414.

As far as she was concerned, the world was framed in brown plastic horn-rims.

413.

On the way to work, he wondered what his life would look like from the other end.

412.

The entries in his blog started to worry him-- increasingly they took on layers of meaning entirely of their own accord -- like kuey lapis; like prophecies in Isaiah gone horribly wrong.

411.

The frangipani fell, kissing the ground in the night.

410.

Sometimes the things left unsaid, undone mean the most.

409.

Did they share the same brain?

408.

A line separating the red and the white.

407.

The school of fish turned towards the dropped piece of bread instantly.

406.

Sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, it takes you by surprise.

405.

Do the fancypants dance! :)

404.

How many word documents, powerpoints, constitutions, memos, emails, and post-its can be fit into an afternoon at work?

403.

It was the second time she had a tsunami nightmare since December 26, 2004.

402.

He cut her off mid-sentence.

401.

Sometimes it required a prison.

400.

Baby bluebird, why are you blue?

399.

It is funny that it is only after someone dies that people start telling anecdotes of life.

398.

The blog felt used.

397.

Everytime they shared a meal, a coke, a secret, a kiss, an umbrella, or a late-night phone call, they tied another piece of string around the two bamboo sticks.

396.

She woke up hugging a different bolster.

395.

She wrote `This is my Life' on a piece of paper and fed it to the shredding machine.

394.

The phone lit up behind him, casting his shadow on the wall.

393.

The skinny chinese man ordered two cups of tea -- one teh and one teh-O -- and drank half of each.