Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Thursday March 9th 2011

          Wounds that heal with time...they are so many. But time makes us forget, momentarily at least, while writing about these wounds opens them up again. No biggie, were all grown-ups here...well not too grown up to have a dear diary-ish blog. Hmm i wonder where this came from. I feel like typing in a smiley but i know it won't look good on my doom and gloom page especially on a bad day and i'm looking at it.
          I'm glad i have friends, even if i know they are temporary. I just finished thanking God for them a moment ago. On days like today they warm me inside out. Not many people are willing to pack up a Tupperware to let you have a taste of a dish their mom made the previous day. I should know, its a friggn hassle carrying it around when you are commuting with a big-ass laptop, bag, books in the middle of a storm. Yet, it feels perfectly cozy when you share a home-cooked lunch with friends. There is something very special when its comes to sharing a home-cooked meal with friends. Maybe that is whats behind the Japanese obsession with a "bento" or lunch box. Almost every anime i watched had to have a bento-deprived character tucked up somewhere. Usually this character is the son of a well-off successful working family. Poor bento-less people.
          Finally, the chapped nail-polish is gone i guess i had enough sleep to wake up in a good un-soured mood, or maybe, just maybe, things are on the way to getting better? 

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