Writing is an art form that can be intimately compared to meditation. Through writing, reflection and enlightenment occurs, producing hues of richnesses and contentment unseen by the human eyes. An innate aura of happiness fills and surrounds me when I write. There is nothing scienticfic about this. This wiriting mall is my cure to consumerism.

 

Oh, and watch out for Outter, my faithful creeper companion hiding behind his vicious coat of orange and red (I was warned that he might change colour someday). Outter comes out for creeps on my writing scrolls to remind me that writing is an affair of solitude. His favourite game: chasing after your mouse. He stays and observes it for awhile and then he moves on, but if you click your mouse, he will come chasing after it again. I think he is attracted to the sound of mouse clicking away. He gets really confused if you click everywhere, and behaves like some a drunken spider 蜘蛛.

 

 

 Gadget Credit: Adam Bowman

 

 // extracted from The Elegy, Joanne Bergenwall Aw, Oct 2005

 

 // extracted from Hasty Patterns, Joanne Bergenwall Aw, Sep 2003

 

Extracts from 2002 poem collection:

What happens next is not absolute, we are the kings of our castle,

our cliff, our sea; we are top of the world

 // extracted from Moonstruck & Spellbound, Joanne Bergenwall Aw, Oct 2001