mon dieu

i love reading sometimes, brings you to different places and time. when i read i can forget about my troubles, i guess one can say that it sort of serves as a brief escape from life. sometimes when i am feeling frustrated or when that i wanna strangle someone moment arises, i escape into the realm of books and their tales. reading gives me the simple pleasure of imagination, picturing the places and things mentioned in the story the way i want them to be.

i have always travelled but i have never once brought a book along with me and enjoy the solitude bliss of reading whilst in a foreign city. on a side walk along a busy street at a cafe under the shade of a tree alfresco style with my cuppa latte and some quiche. then there's the occasional cool breeze and the rustle of the leaves. birds chirping overhead.

i found a bunch of macadamias sitting in my kitchen looking all so lonely and sad, then i remembered what and who they were meant for, but looks like these nuts will never be used for their original purpose. hmmm what shall i do with them now, bake some white chocolate macadamia cookies? haaaa i wonder.

life is always full of surprises.