food for thought March 5, 2008

cyn bought me fried chicken wing rice for lunch from the ever amazing muslim stall in her school, and i can’t stop smelling my fingers. i don’t even want to wash them clean. if happiness has a smell, this is it. latte will so agree with me.

it’s raining now, and i went out to the greens to breathe in deep. i let the wild droplets touch my skin and i’ve an urge to go walking in the rain. but no, i think again, my fingers will then no longer smell of chicken. and i want to smell of good, deep-fried chicken. if i can’t eat more of these wonders, at least i can have a good whiff of them.

it’s funny how food keeps me going these days.

less funny, but friends and love, too.

some days are just harder to handle, you know?

for now, i’ll go back to what i need to do most - taking care of myself.