Alrighty, seems like I was able to tap the poet within me again... (for who knows in which part of my brain I stowed him) I originally wanted to talk about my insomnia and how I envy my Dad, Mom and siblings on how they can quickly fall asleep, while I would twist and turn on my bed a couple of times before I finally doze off. The thing is, I could not find the right words to begin with but rather the first phrase of the poem keeps on repeating on my head. Decided to divert a bit, I turned to the cause of my insomnia -coffee and thus this article is made.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Alrighty, another Sunday food adventure with Jesha. Which translate to more time to reminisce (and talk) about the recent work, people and food food food!