Monday, November 30, 2009

2 days ago, I spilled my melon milk. Yesterday, I spilled my cereals. This morning, my persimmon rolled out of my hand. But people always say, "there's no point crying over spilled milk", or cereal, or fallen persimmon for that matter of fact.

I feel like a sinner for wasting food, whichever method the wastage was made. I must be the biggest sinner on Earth.

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