It's here.
The long wait, the white knuckles, the gnashing teeth, the abated breath - over.
In those days my mind often leaves me to the mundane physical chores and goes about its own holiday. I fail miserably at my attempts to anchor it to something sweet. In retrospect, this event (failed anchoring) happened not because of the lack of quality or effort of my attempts, but the lack of stimulus in my environment for which my mind can comfortably return to. Even food does not suffice.
Regardless, let I not dwell on mine past, lest mine kebabs taste not so shiok tomorrow.
2 comments:
kebabs! mooncakes! chocolacte with cheese buns! how much quicker can it go instant food! pork belly! pide! burgers and chips! thai! mmmm. hungry again.
mmm yum........
im sitting here wanting some midnight snacks but david ho says nono
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