Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
Let's kiss our dearest Pongpong's ass a million thanks, for crashing my cpu.
I've slammed my keyboard for 5985times, screamed my lungs out for 6988times and cursed for 9042times.
Okay, going on about it is not gonna aid anything.
Anyway, I've been keeping myself busy lately with school, Illuzion, Fly, PSP and other misc stuffs. Case in point: I've been re-reading my storybook for 2years now, and I haven't reach the epilogue because I always stop in the mid over certain reasons and when I wanted to get back to it, I forgets the story before that, and thus I need to re-read (Okay, this sentence is getting long).
Whatever it is, I have nothing to show now - no pictures nor videos. And it all boils down to... Alright, I said I wouldn't go on about it.
This is definitely not my night (now, my cigs are nowhere to be found). I can't imagine if I went to Fly. My heels will maybe break or pants will probably burst or something.
Okay, I'm going back to my PSP (I need to water my plants and kiss my Tigger goodnight).