I was waiting for my cup of water to boil up in the microwave oven when I found out that I didn’t want to drink the tea I usually drink (I mean earl grey tea). So I’ve opened an old tea box and found a lonely white tea bag from Lipton. I had bought this one way back in the middle of 2005, when several pleasant things were happening in my life. Now I find my life boring.
With the smell of that tea, I can recall the smile of a girl and my stupidity. With the taste of it, I can remember a meal shared with a friend and our delight.
Sometimes I just miss people and past times. Right now, I find my life boring.
February 25, 2007 at 10:55 am
That’s the story of my life
That’s the difference between wrong and right
But Billy said, both those words are dead
That’s the story of my life
March 14, 2007 at 10:09 pm
Hehe, this happens to me too, to recall good moments with the taste or smell of something, but stay assured boredom isn’t eternal : ).