i'm trying to write a short story. only selected parties will get to read upon completion. aside from that, i'm becoming increasingly hope-less; not hope-full. i was reminded from watching "Pushing Daisies" yesterday night, something i learned, for not the first time, make your choices and live with the consequences. a tedious lesson taught and finally absorbed i suppose. i don't know how to thank 'm' for being there all this while. what i know is no use crying over spilt milk. i'll give myself time though. this experience is certainly teaching me a lesson for life.
goodbye. have a colourful monday! :))