People think I think too much.
No, let me re-wordpress myself. People don’t think it. I do. I mean, I do think I think too much. The moment I open my eyes every morning and stop dreaming, I start thinking. But then, I honestly think that thinking too much is still way better than not thinking at all. Like most people, I think, do. Or don’t?
Today in particular, I had thoughts all the way…right from the the moment I stepped out to take Kitreena to school, through breakfast with Chin at Nasi Lemak Antarabangsat Bangsar, grocery shopping at Carrefour Alamanda, lunch with KaCher at Danau Golf Club, pick up Kitreena at school, off to the promised mall for an Art Attack with my art-attacker girl, order 1901 New York anjing panas supper for the kids and Bibik, and then share Jalan Kuching with half a million city-swellers (yes, swellers – not dwellers) at 20kmph taking me over an hour from Jalan Ampang to Segambut roundabout homebound.
If my thoughts could be bluetoothed directly into a Word Document and then be printed out…you would see a book published fresh from my anterior naris by sunrise tomorrow. Good night thinking people, whoever you think you are.
Questa è Enida 
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