u knw..those were the days..
the indian 'breadman' and his daily appearance in the neighbourhood were just a joy for us little kids.. everytime we hear the distinct 'poH poH'..'loti..'.. we'll go like...mummmyyyy! then mummy will fish out a note or 2 from her purse..and there u see little kids surrounding mr breadman. the daily white bread spread with kaya+butter and the occassional sugi was simple pleasure.. haha..
still today.. i still enjoy eating it. when i sometimes reach home in the early evening from hall.. i will look ard to see mr breadman was ard.. although so many years down the road later, it's a diff indian breadman.. =x ya..such simple pleasures.. it's a rare sight these days.. and once in a while.. u may see this at confectionaries..

was reading a friend's blog lately.. i strongly believe that at times.. u cant say that things happen..cos u let them happen.. i often believe that it may lie that in the circumstances that surround it. but ya, all things happen with a reason, for some, if u dont see it, just accept it.

since when did things become so complicated..?
cheers...

and chocs never fail to cheer me... =x