Let me begin the story by saying that I wasn't born a doughnut person. I particularly dislike the looks of a typical doughnut. That hole in the middle is a big rip-off, if you ask me. The same principle applies to
Polo Mints. Fill up those holes, please. Why on earth would people buy something that looks incomplete was a bafflement to me.
But ever since I tasted a to-die-for dark chocolate doughnut from Big Apple, The Curve - I immediately became a doughnut fan. I spotted the sinful-looking peanut butter one nestled cosily in the display counter and vowed that I will get my hands on that white-coated peanut butter doughnut one day. I got my chance yesterday when my colleagues and I lunched at The Curve. I got these doughtnuts like a shot after lunch hoping to pop them into my mouth during tea time. Unfortunately, due to a long meeting, I didn't have an opportunity to pig out. So I brought them home, intending to consume them as desserts.
However, the doughnuts were destined to live through the night. I reached home rather late, gobbled my dinner and before rushing out again for an appointment. When I came home for the night, I gazed at my doughnuts lovingly. "Just you wait, my pretties. I'll have you both for breakfast!" They were the last things I remembered - a brown and white orb floating about as I shut my eyes.
Morning soon came and I leaped out of bed in anticipation of a yummy start to the day. But once again, the doughnuts were meant to exist throughout the morning. A nice colleague had bought us all nasi lemak for breakfast.
This time, I looked at doughnuts forlornly. Aaaaarrgggh, why can't I have my doughnuts and EAT them, too?? I was worried that come tea time, there'll be some other distraction that will block my goal from consuming my long-awaited-for delicacies.
Finally, finally, finally... by the time tea break arrived, my doughnuts were safely tucked in my tummy. And they were delicious to the last bite. Even if it was one day later. The Witnut doughnut (peanut butter white one) did not disappoint. There was a lot of peanut butter tucked inside the dough and the dough itself tasted awesome.
Were they worth the wait? You bet.
I was reading this book that I've read several times before. With each read, I learn something profound. This time I learned what it means about not trusting God. When you do not trust someone, you constantly breathe over their shoulders to check on
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