Pruet's MoBlog

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

Borders is going to close all book stores in UK, including those in Australia and New Zealand. Well, it certainly includes the Borders at Jam Factory in Melbourne, which is one of my favorite book store when I spent my life there. The place was my “no-place-to-go” place and where I bought most of my books, including the whole set of TAOCP. I always hope that I will revisit there when I’ve a chance to go to Melbourne again, but it seems to be a forever hope now….

Farewell my beloved book store, I will miss you every time I read.

Well, start with music, put in your iPod earphone or turn on your stereo. Then, slice the chicken into very thin pieces. Next, deep fry the chicken in very hot oil until the chicken is golden brown. Smash some garlic and put a pan on a stove. Adding a little oil to the pan and throw in the garlic. When you smell the garlic, put in the basil, oyster sauce , chili and sprinkle of sugar. When the basil is ready, well the smell will tell you, put in the chicken, make sure you’re not adding extra oil from the chicken deep fry pot. Stir for a couple minutes to let the chicken absorb the basil’s taste and garlic’s smell. Finally, put the Crispy Chicken with Basil with your rice, that’s all folk. YummY YummY

She began to walk forward, crunch-crunch over the snow and through the wood towards the other light. In about ten minutes she reached it and found it was a lamp-post.

From C.S. Lewis’ The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

Oh, it’s “Wiiiiii” 😛