the first lasts...

first and last... opposites... but ironically it means so much when put together... 'cos the soup's gone so cold...

so cold...

the example of the "yui" restaurant that my father used to bring me to once upon a time... and that special soup dish... it still lingers...

remembering the first taste... so perfect... so pure... but sadly... it had to go...

the first attempt at finding it back... mentally draining...

the second.... mentally and physically draining...

the third... mentally...physically... and spiritually draining...


how come it's so hard to find that taste back again...? i guess the soups just didn't agree with me... damn soups...


lol yeah... i must be crazy to use food as an example... but it's better than thinking i'm some expert... and that the people around would not understand... oh ya... but you'll never understand...

because only 1 could see past it all thus far...



YUI's birthday on wednesday... and i'm stuck in camp doing duty clerk...

Sigh...!