sittin down, i wait.
it was a night just like any other. i hold the controller and lazily played, wanted to finish the game. then the sms came. and it started a journey of love...Sunday, January 14, 2007
the burnt pots.
i looked at the time, and realised that the time might not be enough for the little feast. i flew down the stairs, and started preparin the ingredients. sure, all was ready. my mind was filled with yesterday's advice, step-by-step, from scratch to finish. my mum's words keep ringin in my head, "look at the fire ALL THE TIME, look at the fire."
soon, the grains were submerged in water. as time crawls, i stood in front of the pots, and sweat. but that was nothin compared to the sudden growlin of my stomach. it was 8am in the mornin, and after an hour of work, i realised that i had not eaten anythin.
the aroma sent itself floatin everywhere, and i knew that it was ready. i put in my last stir, and turned off the tireless fire. i smiled. the little flask was already out on the table, and i filled it up to the brim. i wrapped the spoon in tissue and took the trophy out with me, still smilin.
the burnt pot and leftovers is left to my first love.
soon, the grains were submerged in water. as time crawls, i stood in front of the pots, and sweat. but that was nothin compared to the sudden growlin of my stomach. it was 8am in the mornin, and after an hour of work, i realised that i had not eaten anythin.
the aroma sent itself floatin everywhere, and i knew that it was ready. i put in my last stir, and turned off the tireless fire. i smiled. the little flask was already out on the table, and i filled it up to the brim. i wrapped the spoon in tissue and took the trophy out with me, still smilin.
the burnt pot and leftovers is left to my first love.
posted by soonhong # 2:39 AM 
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