Happy tang yuan festival. My soup gone cold. I know because I've tasted my piping hot tang yuan before.


Put miserable into a bowl of water, and you get a bowl of cold bland tang yuans with no fillings.


Had my bowl of tang yuan. Hope it would feel better the next time. Hope it wouldn't have to comfort the next time.


My windows are clouded
and I've lost my way
I long to just take a pause.
and stay wrapped in my defined warmth


Somewhere along the line, I lost it. I just need some time to find my way again. and all I know is, life is too short for me to swim in my own self pity.


I'll blog then. :\


You know when you wake up, feeling mighty relieved that your dream is over only to realise you're in fact still trapped in the vicious cycle.


This feels awfully surreal. Can I wake up now?


R is migrating to UK after As with her family.