Into the night...
Sitting at my window, there's a delicious smell drifting with the breeze. Although I'm full from a rubbery-beef steak dinner, this smell brings up some nostalgia within me, though I can't pinpoint what. No wonder they said smell is a powerful tool for memory too.Upstairs, I can hear a group of Chinese-accented men talking to each other. It makes me feel like I"m in China. I wish I can go for EA mission trip.
Listening more carefully, I hear my neighbour's TV. I wonder what they are doing. Do you ever get that bird's-eye feeling where you can see what everybody is doing in their own little cubicles, aka, HDB flats? That must be how God is seeing us, except his view is more massive. heh.
There's something wrong with me since afternoon. My head is kinda spinning, and a fever is threatening to erupt. I think I shall go sleep now, it's 9.01pm already.
posted by sDiEnDo @ 8:53 PM
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