a pinch of fatigue, spontaneously drizzled with memories, marinated in delight

BLOCKS D:

haha okay i've kept all the unhappiness in one line.

cooking has been FUN! really relished every moment of the process.

and i cant believe i only just saw 7G's class LJ. i always thought only the gossip blog existed.

oh dear the memories, our POP seemed like just yesterday, when apollo was so majestically yellow.

and all the crazy stuff we did as a class.

everything has toned down by a lot.

Inevitably, maybe. For the better?

That would really be up to your own interpretation.

In his desperate bid to rush for time,
to feed as plenty the stomachs as achievable,
the use of pepper and salt was alluded.
The chef scorned at the relative size of the garnishes,
as compared to the nutritional joy a wholesome bite of raw meat could offer.
The stomach savoured the bulk,
but the bite had no joy.
The mouthful resembles a bunch of party balloons,
which gloom in its mere possession of the colours of black and white.


This dish is called Life.