Home-ing.

Blogger has gone crazy because it's refusing to let me upload pictures.

Sometimes I wonder if I've taken things too much for granted.
My life is so balanced that I think I can lose things that are here, have been here always, and not be upset about it.
Being balanced is a choice. That's why I can never figure why people would be depressed, some to the extent of being suicidal.
I think I'm too strong mentally for my own good.
There must be something that can make my life better, but what?

Right. I'm at the stupid question again. WHAT do I want? More?

Maybe I will do better without this greed in me huh?

Have been just baking, reading and engaging in silly banter with my family when I'm home since I returned from Melbourne.

I was telling me mum when she insulted my jobless status just now that I feel better when she says things like this. I don't like us being too calm.
We're the sort of family who sometimes end up screeching - still lovingly, mind - at each other.
We're percussionists - 打击乐。

Don't understand nevermind. It's not your fault. It's your brains.
Classic example of how my family and friends talk to me and vice versa.
You cannot take this? That probably means you're nowhere close to start with.

Oh YAY, Blogger heard me curse and is allowing uploading of pictures now.

Muffins are happy things to make.


Apple pie gobbled down super long ago.


Buhbye.