Every day, in every way, I am getting better and better.....
Yup hopefully i am getting better recovering from all the nonsensical stuff. Hmmpf. Its hard to make a decision, esp those that will have great impact. If a decision is commit too fast, it will be a mistake. Expensive mistake to learn. But if you r indecisive...you will lose a rare opportunity.
Yup i would like to have a farewell dinner on Friday,The Sanur Indonesian Restaurant? @ Taka. Yippppe!!!
Yucks i hate thunder and lightning.!
Remember there was once i took a cab to my opposite road coz of the effing heavy rain....
Since friday... i did not have sufficent sleep, not those kind that i wish for 7/8 hours.
I meant a decent 3/4 hours. WTcow...
Daddy says i cannot sell fruit juice because i cannot cut an apple...Daddy says he rather everyday i spend $15 bucks to saloon wash my hair than flying to HK buy my shampoo. HOW...my stocks are depleting... any kind soul can help me find? Adel say can find it in SG...If tmr i visit the shop in suntec have, surely will buy a dozen to stock it. A dozen is not a lot you know...Since its not luxury, its NECCESSITY.
PLssss with sugar & caramel on top....-_-''

Sleepy but cun sleep, eye lid being twitching very badly...Lightning continue to strike like nobody business....Ahew....I miss my books,my movies,my library,my children...TIME...Let me try finding for you okie.



Hahaha saw this when trying to research more about wisdom tooth. Gonna extract it X 4.
THIS IS CUTE???not...

GOGOGOGOOGOGO!!!!Stephennie!!!!!!!!You can do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
While typing this still saw lightning and hear thunder...Cun they be replace with rainbows and pink sparkles????
Something to share abt:

Tonight I can write the saddest lines
by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Somebody says:
You can't have a better tomorrow if you are thinking about yesterday all the time.