Rainy Days & Chocolate Craves
Aha. So I've decided to post a post after umpteen past weeks of postponed posts. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck... Hmmm..
I've found that if you choose to store memorable events, interesting sightings, intriguing encounters and questionable pursuits into your trusty brain, it will almost always lead to memory loss; your life will lose its lessons learned and treasured moments that were once so, unless it reoccurs again and you start recollecting bits and pieces of what they call an eerie deja vu (I typed deva ju instead. Sigh) that will leave you wondering if you've physically been in that situation before or if it was just of an abstract thought. So the lesson is to... to... hmmph... is to.....
Rainy days have never been so welcomed before for me. It seals hope that the wounded quality of air is gaining strength again and I can now see blue beyond whispy clouds instead of a plastered yellow-grey carpet sky. On my fellow Malaysians vocalizing their angst towards their Indonesian neighbors: be less eager to point fingers. Go figure.. I'm quite tired to explain, this is the time where my power to explain (inclusive of being longwinded) are kept in my trusty brain and to myself. Oh, deja vu! Now I remember. The lesson is to pen down events, moments and noted things that would be better to have down in black and white in case you distort it, willingly or unwillingly (because as long as it is in your head, it is viable to change in time).
That's all I have to say for now. Time to work. Grunt. Chocolate..... mmm.
I've found that if you choose to store memorable events, interesting sightings, intriguing encounters and questionable pursuits into your trusty brain, it will almost always lead to memory loss; your life will lose its lessons learned and treasured moments that were once so, unless it reoccurs again and you start recollecting bits and pieces of what they call an eerie deja vu (I typed deva ju instead. Sigh) that will leave you wondering if you've physically been in that situation before or if it was just of an abstract thought. So the lesson is to... to... hmmph... is to.....
Rainy days have never been so welcomed before for me. It seals hope that the wounded quality of air is gaining strength again and I can now see blue beyond whispy clouds instead of a plastered yellow-grey carpet sky. On my fellow Malaysians vocalizing their angst towards their Indonesian neighbors: be less eager to point fingers. Go figure.. I'm quite tired to explain, this is the time where my power to explain (inclusive of being longwinded) are kept in my trusty brain and to myself. Oh, deja vu! Now I remember. The lesson is to pen down events, moments and noted things that would be better to have down in black and white in case you distort it, willingly or unwillingly (because as long as it is in your head, it is viable to change in time).
That's all I have to say for now. Time to work. Grunt. Chocolate..... mmm.
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