i find it quite tragic, albeit laughable, that sometimes the ones who know you best (or think they know you best), don't understand you at all. it's like even though they know you insideout and leftrightcentre, they can't really put themselves in your shoes and figure out why you feel or behave the way you do. by understanding i don't mean merely comprehending what is said. it's more like reading between the lines, reading what is not said. grasping the meaning behind the things you attach significance to, the things that cannot be easily conveyed. it's not easy. that's why i guess most of us are only entitled to have a few special people around us who can do so.

and then you have the total stranger with whom you click in that serendipitous situation, and you suddenly realise that this person shares all your quirkiest absurdest views, and most importantly, is capable of truly empathizing with you. but like i said, encounters of this sort are fortituous and therefore rare.

i guess we don't need people to read us like a paperback novel. we don't need anyone to spell out what we already know and feel. maybe what we all need is someone who knows what we need when we say nothing at all.

just a realisation. :o

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anyways. i love dark chocolate. i love truffles! oh those sinful, tantalising temptations. =D

i do want to go on a round-the-world foodie hunt when i'm much older. which includes a quest for the best chocolate in the world. then i will make jacque torre's chocolate haven in new york city my first stop. and then to france for their valrhona chocolate. ok i'm daydreaming i know. :)