Strangers Again

Sent a couple of photos to develop last month. While sieving through (very briefly) my photo archive, filtering out the tonnes food pictures, duplicates, blurry and ones with horrendous lightning, I begin to wonder.. Did you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? Cos I sure have loads! It makes me wonder how many people have pictures of me, how many moments of other people's lives we've been in or could have been in. Were we part of someone's life when their dream came true, or were we there when their dreams eventually died? Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow meant to be there? Or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it.

Sated

It's been a long, tiring & sleeepy day.
The highlights were breakfast, lunch & supper.
Yes, it's always about the food.

3 char siu paus

3 m&s red current puff

half a helping of fried rice with bits of siu yuk(!!!)
a glass of choc milk
a tumbler of fake lime juice from an effervescence tablet

a (huge) bowl of dessert

and one ayam special cheese past midnight 

I feel almost pregnant :3

Such A Prick

I've come to realize that you can't step into a rosy future if you keep trippin up on the thorns of your past. But sometimes it can't be avoided. Reflecting would be like looking at a bloody bandage from an old wound, simply to remind yourself of the pain one has gone through.

Rocky Roads

Where's the light at the end of the tunnel?

Immensity

“I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle