had another barbarque =.= the far too frequent barbeques have ruined my fondness for it; that's why i dont go gu-gu-ga-ga excited when someone says the B word. anyway, i dropped by the library to exchange books. now, this book is MAGNIFICENT. i remember when i was 8 or so, dad came home from one of his business trips, he bought us this 'Simon Birch' dvd. that movie was touching i tell you, but it cannot, by far be compared to the original story. it turns out, the film is a derivation from a book first published in 1989. that book was *points up* 'A prayer for owen meany'. John irving is legendary. how does he manage to write such beautiful books so effortlessly? his books clearly exhibit the achievability of mind and words, it leaves me wanting to write books of my own. now, what am i saying? i am starting to imagine things unspeakably impossible.

