Junk loots for me from Adelaide, Australia

That day I handed over a snack to 小王子 and asked if he wants to eat.

小王子: “Junk food?”
Me: @@ … “so you still want to eat?”
小王子 nodded.

Hahaha … No one will reject ‘junk food’. Knowing how high calories it gonna give, it still can make one’s day.

Especially if you received these ‘junk’ which were exclusive to Australia, or rather not found in Spore, and were specially selected for me, a big smile naturally appeared on my face (:

It makes my day indeed (:

she distributed to each and everyone one of these

today she passed me these … gosh!

chocolates make one happy. though we can find similar one in spore, but not in flakes bites which somehow tasted smoother. not too sure about the chunky kitkat, saw these for the first time 😉

Imagetasted just like mentos. can we find these in spore?

Imagei had received this before but never really appreciated it. but this time will be different, cos it’s time for me to take care of my throat and for other healthy means 😉

ah! kettle chips! my fav chips. this flavour not available in spore.

hmm…she was afraid of me getting lost??

she said it’s like those old-time lemon biscuits we used to ate when we were small

Imagewanted me to drink more chrysanthemum tea i guess 😉

but i just started using the tumbler i bought from korea last yr …

And I received another ‘junk’ collection from Japan yesterday … exclusively for me too! 😉



Imageit contains seaweed

Happy! 🙂

Junk loots for me from Adelaide, Australia

Story of The Bridge

Once upon a time, there was a happy-go-lucky bridge whom everyone likes to make friends with. And because of the bridge, many people started hanging out together. Everyone enjoyed each other company, happily chatting away.

This bridge remembered the birthdays of everyone, remembered festive seasons to gather, remembered it’s time everyone should gathered when it has been a long while since everyone last met, and remembered to share when something good came by. This bridge was there to provide shelter for those caught in rain.

This bridge has been repeating the same old thing all these years.

Eventually this bridge was tired.

One day, this bridge decided not to do anything. Some people started to hangout elsewhere. And eventually they gathered with their own choice of friends.

This bridge was soon forgotten and abandoned. This bridge wasn’t that important afterall.

I had been trying hard to start writing nowadays. But I find myself a changed person. Truely changed.

I read back the posts I wrote, I could no longer feel the kind of inspiration that prompted me to write in that way. Though there were not only happy posts but anguish ones, at least that was how I felt at that point of time.

Nowadays I felt as though my heart had drained out of feelings. Disappointments had overpowered everything, even anguish.

Maybe it all started from … the ‘book’ everyone had.

I realised ‘friends’ choose ‘friends’. Not only that, they choose groups too.

It took me 4 years to open my heart to the ‘book’. But it dashed my hope in less than a year. It supposed to pull hearts closer, but I find those hearts getting further and further apart.

I ever posed this question to myself: If I were to win a pair of tickets to somewhere, is there anyone who will come along with me? Seriously … please think twice before you answer.

“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.” — Graham Greene, Ways Of Escape

I hope I can do it again … I hope I can overcome my own fear and escape from my situation.

Story of The Bridge