Random ramblings

From right: Pancakes, mini-cakes and hotcakes.

We caught these from those stuff-toys game machines over at Marina Sq and PS. Looks like we are growing the cakes family here.

Let’s see… Pancakes can be the father, Hotcakes the mother and Mini-cakes the son. Now all that’s lacking are the aunties, uncles and cousins. Now that we know the trick, we’re going to catch them all!

I’ve a feeling that fragments of that dream are breaking away.
I wish I could grasp the non-existent.

I know I’m never really qualified to be a  busy person with non-stop work hours. But still, I’ve got a million and one never-ending piles and piles of work to be cleared each day, each week. Datelines aplenty especially at this time of the year. 3 massive stacks of worksheets to the left of me, and many more ‘to-dos’ on the list.

Things like planning for accommodation and itinerary for Spain in December blah blah blah. Isn’t it amazing how we’ve gotten the tickets and no accommodation and itinerary till date? I bet we’ve got to stay at some five-star hotel and break the bank if this procrastination is to be carried on. Dearest PB, transmitting signal now…… know what you’re supposed to do already??

I did some soul-searching and finally found the root of my unwillingness to work. It’s not being able to concentrate much on anything else because my mind is solely … ok… maybe wondering is a better word… filled with thoughts of the Zara top. Wonder is an aesthetic state, it engrosses the mind only to lead it to a kind of distraction… if you know what I mean.

Anyway, I think the only right thing to do is really just to purchase that top and get on with life. So… with the wise decision in mind, I absolve this distraction of mine and go to bed a happy soul.

Hide me now under Your wings, cover me within Your mighty hands.