When I was younger, mum used to pamper us with goodies..and the best ones were on a hot sunny day, my siblings and I would always have creamy Ice Cream in special transparent bowls, just like the ones in this picture. It had musical notes all around the bowl, and we would put about 3 scoops of any flavour and go wild eating it.

Although I wasn't so keen in fruits when I was WAY high, having Bananas with the ice cream means so much to a kid....especially me!

Having a banana split, but mum chopped them to smaller bite size and I'd mixed mine with my desert. It didn't matter if there wasn't any Hershey Chocolate Drizzle or chocolate sweet flakes for the topping...all that mattered was to have ice cream in that Musical Bowl....

My sister would always like hers in the bowl with Purple coloured musical notes and it didn't matter because I had mine in the blue one. We'd all wolf down our ice cream and always begged mum for seconds.

*Sigh* the memories of Sunny Days, Ice Cream and that colourful Musical note Bowls....its like being a kid all over again... NEAT!!

in exactly one month

the moment where every eye would

be in anticipation

to see me fail this

or get through the long

awaited

presentation

*District Coffee Master FY11*

i wouldn't have it

any other way

if there was only the

Coffee Basics ~ Coffee Series

but to have the actual do-your-own

DCM presentation

in front of the panel of judges

which might include L&D department

OM and DM

(not forgetting the coffee ambassador)

will perhaps create the

anxiety attack that

has long suppress somewhere

hidden in this mind & body

in other words..

i can tell you honestly

i am not that ready to pursue this

*whimper* m(_ _)m

the tragedy of also coming up

with the other 2 different

presentations

for my comrades

can actually cause this meltdown

do i really want this?

ARGHHhhhh..........*

...blowing in the breeze

...unaware of the destination

...floating softly

...lightly

...gracefully

...there lies a soul

....wanting more in this life

...someone to receive her

...and welcome her with

...his loving arms

Of all the things I believed in...

I just want to get it over with....

Tears fall behind my eyes...

But I do not cry...

Counting the days to past me by...

It natural that this would go on...

A day or two...

It would stretch on for months...

Until I find you...

In my world...

And that we're on the same page...

To start over...to get over...

This heartfelt feeling....