The Phantom of the Opera

Superb

"our brain has to be the servant of thy stomach"

-Hercule Poirot

is it not a delightful moment to have a sumptuous meal with your most beloved one?

well, how about watching over the countenance of joyous people, having a humble meal in the most elevated spirits, sharing their delight which can be satisfied in the crudest manner. Is this not a more enchanting scene to behold?

summer's around the corner, shoudn't we "shake off the chains and look around with a gay and lofty spirit?"

well, with all those work left undone, perhaps we might ask in retrospect,

should we?

Frankenstein

never realised the power and obssession of the human hand of bestowing life. nor did i conjure the literary power of words, the pesuasive power of the human tongue.

nor did i imagine the degree of sorrow one could endure, the labor one could execute, the fatigue one could withstand, and the wretchedness one could fall into.

no matter how, hope will always shine upon our face, casting uncertaintities and burden into the bottomless abyss.

Tomorrow will never be the same.

Tasks come one after another, endless dreams yet to be fulfilled.

Ought to chill out after the exam, but my rationality keeps me away from that notion.

Feeling secluded, don't have the luxury to sit down and have a cup of coffee with friends.

However, in one way or another, I have to keep in touch with them.