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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Scarlet


Salam.

Ponteng sekolah semalam, fever attack. But slighly better compared to the other previous attacks. Aku rasa, baru-baru ni, banyak sangat kematian. Orang-orang yang terdekat. Yang tak bestnya, jenawah arwah tu semuanya aku tengok secara live. Is this a sign? That death is just around the corner for some poeple? I read 'The Book Thief', a vivid book and death actually narrates the throughout the story. Some particular phrases I find very unusual.

"Those poeple, in battlelands were chasing their enemies, but they didnt realise that they were actually chasing for me "

"It kills me sometimes how people die, from Himmel street window the stars set fire to my eyes. I will never fire a gun, I wont have to, I will rule with words. Humans if nothing else have the good sense to die. I am haunted by human. Even death has a heart. "

'Me' implies to death. I feel that death is just somewhere, hiding around. Probably behind the curtains. But nehh, that book is just one amazing masterpiece that might set readers imagination run wild.

Another text or quote :

*** A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH***
I do not carry a sickle or scythe.
I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold.
And I don't have those skull-like
facial features you seem to enjoy
pinning on me from a distance. You
want to know what I truly look like?
I'll help you out. Find yourself
a mirror while I continue.


Oui?

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