gone.
will i be back?
i don't know.
maybe i've started elsewhere.
maybe never. again.
sábado, julio 23, 2005
[ 965. Hectic Week ]
Lemme tell you a story about a chef who had three kids. This chef, or rather, a baker, was famous for his cookies. Long passed down from his granddaddy and generations before was a recipe that has passed the time of test. However there was a catch: each generation could modify the recipe as it deem fit in that time and space.
The chef took pains to introduce the kitchen and the oven and the art of baking cookies to his three beloved sons. So one day, the chef was busy, and thus tasked the three sons to bake a batch of cookies for him. The youngest son started off the original recipe, baked it, and didn't like it for he found it too boring, too cliche. Hence, he removed the popular chocolate chips from the cookies, and replaced it with peanut butter instead. Apart from that, he chose to use condensed milk instead of normal milk, so as to make the taste more significant.
The youngest son passed on the revised recipe to his next older brother, who in all didn't really quite like the revised recipe. A fruit fanatic, he kept the peanut butter to save some 'face' for the youngest brother, and pondered upon which fruit went best with the peanut butter. After much deliberation, he decided upon apples, and indeed, the taste was... only bearable.
The oldest son had a final look at the recipe, and was pleased that finally someone did something to the long-to-be-revised recipe. He gave it one last look and made some minor adjustments, before submitting the revised recipe to dad for approval.
When dad saw the recipe, he flipped. Ok, maybe that's an exaggeration, but somehow in his experience he knew that apples never go into cookies, and apples and peanut butter is pure disaster. So he removed all the changes from the time tested recipe, and revert the recipe back to what it used to be: a chocolate chip cookie recipe.
And they lived happily ever after, but to the agony of all the workers whom the family employed to bake all the batches of the cookies.
And that described my week.
Shannon left at 1:40 a. m..
the guy
xuan shannon male single 030985.
ntu cs year1 / vocalconsort tenor2 / hopesg nyc ntub1.
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his wishes
new clothes, new shoes, new bike, new friends, fantastic grades.
macbook, ipod nano, nokia n80, new wallet.
his horizons
malaysia, penang.
australia, brisbane/gold coast.
thailand, hatyai.
malaysia, genting.
malaysia, johor.
malaysia, melaka.
thailand, chiangmai.
australia, perth.
canada, edmonton/cold lake.
australia, rockhampton.
thailand, bangkok.
austria, vienna.
czech rep, olomouc.
austria, salzburg.
germany, munich.
switzerland, zurich.