I am literally independent again. Just like I was. I am. Like this fried rice, I've never imagined I'd do this again. Here I am, a place where I call it Home.... I have shelter, I have own space, I have self cooked food. I have love within.
Food looks too much for myself alone. I am having my late lunch, gawd pray this won't last til supper. But, even if this is a single meal... At least it tastes good, on my personal context. *feel blessed again
It takes two to tango, but it takes one to be alive. *self quote.
I am getting the tempo back again. It feels good. I did it once, I'd do it twice.
P/S: hello Ruey 先生, see me survived?? You owe me one !!
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