Sunday, February 22, 2009
it doesn't greatly annoy me now but it does come back now and again. it started with stories dotted along back in first year and somehow along the way its evolved into its own little sociological system.oooh. and so donnybrook has history. and here i thought all along that all its good for is posh little stores. i digress.the house smells of cheese biscuits and sambal tumis petai. horrorific. so well sometimes you feel a lot like asking questions that will never leave your mouth. or statements, whichever. a lot of the time you'd even prefer placing the ideas piecemeal in the mind of whoever it is you would like to make understand, for ease in all intents and purposes. but of course gone are the days of stating your point. now you are left reverberating from the forces around you pushing in, and the only difference has been years.point being sometimes if you try to accept a little more, then what perplexes you might just be yours. i wouldn't be the first to wonder if what we really want is more often than not just ever so slightly beyond our reach. what thrill is there to be if they weren't?applies to baking, making lists, and working on other things you don't know enough about. its the miscellany that makes it so universally special. and to think and think again.
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