How often is it that you come across a book that deeply, and very strongly, touches you? When you feel like falling to your knees in wet grass and crying out to God, tears streaming down your face, thanking Him for the power of words, of language? When you feel outrageous pity for the people who do not give themselves this gift of experiencing something so powerful, yet delivered simply through words? God bless language. God bless words. God bless the people who have the power to write, and God ...
Triggered by a visit to the food court nearby for 'Prata' for dinner, I am here to write the first of what I hope is a good series of memories from university. Fondly (!) called 'PP' by the Indians in my univ, Prata Point changed from a place whose very name I sneered at in the beginning to one where I go quite often (that even my mom asks if I had prata!).Be it the plain (kosong!) prata ...
The blog's THREE! She's growing :DDuring her first year, she was a place where I dumped random thoughts - reading them now, I feel like an immature kid excited about a space where others could read her. Second year was when I realized I could probably put up my stories! Third year became just a place for me to rant about things that worked - and those that didn't. And now, hmm.. a sudden ...