Up and down the hill.

Progress been fluctuating.

Just this weekend, food and clothes had been coming in, instead of words.
Bad. :(
Flea market was good with eve though, and buffet tastes great with family. :)


It's pretty amazing, the works of fate. Besides bringing people together, sometimes, it would bring the right people together.
And the right people, come together, and create stories of their own. Friendship writes stories.
When you look back at history, you'll realize the number of people you've written stories with.
For some, The book is yet to be completed and it prehaps would never reach the end. For some, there're occasional entries only, yet bearing great emotions in them. And for some, words turned to dust, faded words bringing along faint memories.

Some people, on the first meeting, you thought no, how can we ever be friends?
Yet, it turn out other wise. Opposites attacts i guess.
Close friends, would read each other minds. Popping out the question the other party have in mind, completing their statements when they couldn't go on. Awkward situations in an amusing way. Comfortable silence. Embracing the flaws.

BLUEBERRY SHORTCAKE, STRAWBERRY PIE.
I have to say this again. omg, i can't imagine how everything would turn out, if you didn't sit beside me last year, on the every first day.
I would have no teapot to go home with, to laugh at me, to save me from embarrasement and pulling me into her awkward situation. No shortcake to complete this two gruesome years with, to compromise my flaws and filling up my moments of depressions with her singing voice. Less than two years, yet it feels more than a million already. :) Pufferfish do love goldfish.
YAY.


When clouds get too heavy, they let down all the water they're holding.
Suddenly, nothing seems too grey. No more dark, heavy, stormly clouds.