there's just something comforting about the sound of the albumin of a chicken egg hitting hot fat sizzling in a frying pan.
the clicky sound the spark of the stove makes when force is applied on top of a white circular press button thingy.
crack goes the shell; splat goes the egg.
midnight snacks and the crazy thoughts that accompany it.
crack, splat, sizzle.
kinda like my brain when it's being fried with all this buzzing in my head.
and out of nowhere i feel that life is so brief - just like that macbeth poem that we studied in form one.
tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow.
i still remember the first few verses because we used to repeat them in this funny voice in class.
this reminds me of the phrase i saw on facebook earlier - the psychology of regret.
regret.
once, i almost threw up because of that sickening feeling you get when you feel like you wasted your life.
nevermind, i shall go to sleep.
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we are so fortunate yet at times we act like bitches just because something doesn't go our way. and then the thought comes; who gives me the right to do so when we know so little of what it means to suffer?
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