some days, I feel like I'm climbing a mountain made of rice. I climb and climb but get nowhere.
I try my best, but stuff keeps slipping by me.
Sometimes in glee, i think that the mountain is finally somewhat getting smaller, shorter .....and then someone pours a new bag of rice on the mountain which I already cannot conquer.
Perhaps I should just jump into the rice? but then, I might get buried in there and suffocate. Or should I just wish for some water to cook the whole mountain of rice. Nah, I'd just get cooked right with it, and it'll get too darn hot.
perhaps, I should just turn around and sit my butt on that mountain and slide right down and walk away....
but that too is impossible.....
UPM Milking Farm and Museum of Anatomy
11 years ago
My dear friend, float on the rice and let Him be your life boat.
ReplyDeletelove you back, a.g.
The rice! I think without rice?
ReplyDeletehow we are going to do in ourlife?
we both know that we can't lives ourlives, everywhere I go to and end up looking for some rice lol!
The next your dream is the noodles?
How is your kids?
Don't works too hard....
Big Hugs,
Michiko