After reading the first chapter of In Cold Blood, I felt very scared–Truman Capote has done a splendid work on describing a spine-chilling crime scene. Take for example
Kenyon was over in a corner, lying on a couch. He was gagged with adhesive tape, and bound hand and foot, like the mother—the same intricate process of the cord leading from the hands to the feet, and finally tied to an arm of the couch. Somehow, he haunts me the most, Kenyon does. I think it’s because he was the most recognizable, the one that looked the most like himself—even though he’d been shot in the face, directly, head on. He was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans, and he was barefoot—as though he’d dressed in a hurry, just put on the first thing that came to hand. His head was propped by a couple of pillows, like they’d been stuffed under him to make an easier target.
This sentence freaks me out because the picture of his face was so clear in my head. I kept on reading and stopped when I wanted to go to toilet.
Walking out in the dark, I dare not looking at the couch at the end of the room. How haunting the experience was.
Next morning I was woken up by a strange sound of someone working laboriously in the bathroom. I got up and looked, only to find my flatmate and the flood in the bathroom. I was shocked and confused, but managed to keep calm.
Water slowly went down the pipe, at ten, I went to a supermarket to buy a mop’s sponge and squeegee plus other necessary objects for cleaning up the mess.
Coming back home, I took the wet carpet out to dry and started to clean the mess. A friend told me that it happens when it rains heavily or when the drain is clogged. I followed her instruction and pump the pipe until I made sure that no nasty surprise gonna wake me up again.
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Why are you coming to XYZ? I think you’re really smart.
Such question is really really piercing. I don’t know how to react to such compliment.
No…thank you, you’re such a nice person giving me this comment.
Well I am a postgraduate with an interim downtime, I can’t enroll in time
and my fate brought me here. It was kind of unexplainable good or bad.
Sometimes I am bored to death, the other time I was high. But it’s certainly not forever…
Sitting in the class, faint rock music was coming from somewhere. People talking
I can’t stand the situation, but then
[a song from Linkin Park blast] from someone’s mobile, Goodness sake!
I thought and watch the owner pitifully squeezed himself past the crowd to answer it.
“Go to hell” I added a blessing for him.
Later an assessment to do in a group of three.
Not a soul I know present, a dark girl grinned at me as if wanting to eat me.
“We’re making a group!”
“yeah, whatsoever” I thought, with a lamentation over my fate.
The other two were passive and wanted to leave the job for me.
“f— you” I thought to myself as I finalised the task with one member.
Then the teacher came over and told that many assessments are still missing, I was thinking whom they might be. Then he told us off to go home.
A total disgust seeping all over me, I look in disgust at him–how can people [so highly educated] have such manner and teach how to communicate?
I am not stupid, I am a prospective doctorate candidate with a long history in postgraduate level. I can understand very clearly with precision but please be polite and courteous. Otherwise you will receive the same treatment.
Sorry but you’ve shown that you are nothing but a fool
This afternoon, I went into the city and have an eye’s test which is pretty good,
Then I browsed around for a spectacle. I fell in love with
Then I asked for tinted lenses, but the keeper took it as a thin lenses, I don’t know until I went out and have some strange feeling and have to run back to clarify it, then I found it better to not have tinted lenses. So I bought 3 months supply of contact lenses, a glasses today.
The keeper told me I am +1.00 more than I used to. Such a big jump from -1.75 to -2.75 in lenses.
When I walked out on the street, everything is so clear and sharp.
“should have done it long time ago,” thinking to myself
It’s just weird for two consecutive days, I dreamt about my sister.
First time, she was having a sexual relationship with her so-called boyfriend.
Totally, blinded by her love, she declared that she has learned a lot about love from it.
Secondly, shit! This time she is having an affair with an old ugly man, and she’s afraid she will get pregnant and gave birth to an ugly baby
“Suit yourself, girl,’ is only thing I thought of.
I don’t give her any damned comment of mine nor will I going to do anything with it.
Whose life is the sole responsibility of the owner.
It was freaking creep to me. Hope it’s not coming true.
I have always like the face similar to this one: Francesco Cura
http://www.mostbeautifulman.com/actors/francescocura/bio.shtml
Such a strong facial feature has attracted and engaged me immediately. There are some other times I saw some similar faces on TV or in the city, I can’t help feeling mesmerized by this masculinity. My eyes always follow the finest, best or the ugliest. Luckily, many people won’t mind me when my concentration was broken when a real handsome was in sight.
In my eyes, they are like lambs and I am a big black wolf waiting to devour them wholly down my tummy.
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