Story no.1

finally I can get hold of a computer to type this blog...
livng without a computer and access to the internet can be so depressing sometimes...
but hell with that...
I just finish reading a story that my friend wrote...
she'll kill me if she knows that I'm actually wrote down every vague point and every question that poped out n my mind...
actually, to be fair to her, she only gave me one chapter...the begining...and there is only so much to tell from the first chapter....
people might say that first impression counts...I agree...but sometimes we also need the second, third, or even fourth impression...
actually I can consider myself lucky to be able to read her story...she didn't want to give me her story the first time...
even after I asked nicely and practically begged her...
I was certainly surprised when suddenly she asked me whether I want to see one of the chapters...
I quickly agreed...before she changed her mind...(because she easily changed her mind from one extreme to the other)
ha..ha..
the story is about this malay girl during the japanese occupation in singapore...
her family died, her uncle wanted to rape her, and I think she's falling for this japanese major...
there are so many questions that I want to ask her (my friend) but...I think I'll keep it to myself...
I hope she'll let me read the other chapters as well...
before this she already warned me not to criticise her work...I don't know why she doesn't want me to...
maybe sometime I'm to harsh and straight forward...
ha..ha..
she even asked me to put a lot of euphimism if I decided to criticise her anyway...
unfortunately she hasn't finish the entire story...and she already said that she will let me see the entire thing only after 5 years...
em...3 years and 10 months...
ha..ha..
I'm so dead if she ever find this blog...
one beautiful quote from her story...
"because in death, she knew that heaven and hell does not exist and beings hover among the realms of their own desires."
beautiful, huh?
even our desire never stop to haunt us even after we become corpses...eaten by worms...or ashes scattered by the wind...