266.

Two song birds chased each other over the dirty water of the canal.

265.

The wild weed flower grew in the crook of the road divider, buffeted from the rush of traffic.

264.

Hungry and peeved, his gastric juices worked overtime.

263.

Twice already, she was woken up in the middle of the night by her mother calling her name. Twice, she realised that it was only a dream -- the kind of dream that has the extraordinary power of ending itself.

262.

He made out with the girl called Vogole. Was she just a pasta of his imagination?

261.

The light from the mobile phone lit up his fingernail, exposing the rough jagged edges.

260.

Instant noodles and toast -- the modern poor man's kantang (sweet potato).

259.

By closing the windows before leaving for her jog, was she setting herself up for rain?

258.

The hot shower could not reach the cold she felt in the middle of her bones.

257.

The rain fell outside her window. She could smell the rain outside her window.

256.

Damn them.

255.

The couple quarreled in a flurry of hand movements.

254.

Some days he wrote; some days he edited.

253.

She bit her lip to keep herself from being swept away by her lust, her fears, and the overwhelming weight of her own ambition.

252.

Brilliant stained glass in the crack of the door.

251.

Hedonists don't bite their lip.

250.

This is an ill-disciplined and uncoordinated attempt at writing.

249.

She wore a helmet only for her parents.

248.

The broken multi-coloured umbrella was shoved upside down in the trash can that was not quite large enough for it. And so they tried to enter the church.

247.

So what that she didn't have an imagination? She could write a kick-ass email.

246.

The whole way to work, on the bus and on the train, she could only think of one thing.

245.

She had a large zit on her left cheek. She could see it just under the rims of her glasses.

244.

Guillaume Le Gentil waited 8 years in Manila to record the transit of Venus. But on that fateful day, the sky was overcast and he saw nothing. When he finally returned back to France, he had already been declared dead and all his possessions re-distributed.

243.

They crossed the road in opposite directions, coming face to face for a moment in the middle of the busy road.

242.

She was protecting the Bishop.

241.

He lived like a pygmy goby. He would work 12-hour days, party, get drunk, speed around in his ferarri, pick up girls, impregnate a few, and then collapse on his sofa in exhaustion and guilt. Ten days later, the cycle would start again.

240.

A single red rose on a coffin.

238.

In the chinese restaurant, he told her that her fiancé is dead. She continued to shovel the food into her mouth for the sake of the baby.

237.

"The great novelist Heimito von Doderer once said that all of Bavaria can be divided into a small group of butchers and a larger group of people who look like butchers."

236.

No, a whine.

235.

No, a declaration of independence.

234.

No, a confession.

233.

She asked a question like it was a statement.

232.

She slid down the red pole at the playground gingerly. When she looked at her palms later, there were specks of red, blue and green.

231.

The orange-and-beige bus stop was hemmed in with police tape.

230.

She was a narrow-minded illiterate woman.

229.

She will have Norah Jones and the light from her computer screen as company tonight.

228.

Some things when given away can never be taken back.

227.

Everything was a muddle of links and insinuations. Who will make the story right?

226.

The planets rotated around each other, each necessary for the other's existence. They will never come together.

225.

Powerful and lonely -- but was it possible for God to be lonely?

224.

The kite was a black dot in a clear blue sky. Later it was a black dot in a black sky. And she laughed at her own joke.

223.

That must have been how God felt before he made man.

222.

It was as if someone was humming to her the tune of a song she had recently forgotten.

221.

She gets frustrated when her parents fiddle with her things. But the other thought frightened her more -- the thought of everything remaining the same.

220.

She found her old diary in a pile of books.

219.

She wanted to record the flutter of a butterfly's wings as it emerged from the cocoon. But it was like trying to tattoo the sound of music on toilet paper.

218.

He said he was sorry, but what did it mean?

217.

Her voice echoed back to her from the room next door.

216.

The human body consists of two parts fire, two parts water, one part earth, and three parts scum.

215.

The reverends played croquet.

214.

He didn't know it then, but he was writing his posts on multi-layered carbon paper.

213.

No matter the process, the result was the same.

212.

She didn't know that Mexiacns were kiasu too.

211.

Just as a fortune teller sees entire worlds in creased palm-lines, he saw contours in his flat writing.

210.

He struggled to contain his mid-week crankiness.

209.

This blog is more than halfway behind his.

208.

Earphones could not keep it out.

207.

Nothing but meat could stem his craving.

206.

Today the world is full of noise.