It's 11 pm, friday night. I am unlonely, listening to Adam Levine and going insane over his facial growth, with a warm mug of mushroom goodness. The whole stubble, white shirt, skinny jeans, clean cut hair will never tire me out. I haven't done much reading this holiday, instead I invested some time in the kitchen, making myself dirty and greasy with olive oil, anchovies, bellpepper, parsley, flour, cocoa powder and cream. I am promised 2 days of experiments each week because my dinner plumps people up. I want a cookie jar badly; for now I make do with an empty Marks and Spencers sauce bottle which looks really silly with a redeeming scumptilicious sticker slapped onto the bottle belly. I am a little frustrated because I think I will never have the time again to read War and Peace, the thickest book I have ever desired to challenge, and it always sits in the library, old fat and teasing.

k: How was your day?

Sometimes happiness is as simple as releasing expectations, and just living for the moment.

Time for some happiness infusion before this place gets all mouldy and sappy! I haven't written for months. Life has been treating me well. =) I treasure my holidays. My latest obsession is grocery shopping; and today the cashier laughed at my haul "so many different kinds of noodles??" and I started giggling because I had Korean vermicilli, Japanese somen, and Italian Farfella in my basket like a grand experiment. I have been going crazy singing Wavin Flag and Tsamina mina eh eh waka waka eh eh tsamina mina zangalewa. Next I have been slamming Apologize on keyboardkeys.