Collette

don't close the book, just turn the page.

I'm trying to put everything on a paper. Like what Dale Carnegie recommanded in his write. And Separate the then and 4.45a.m now. I have quite a number to pen down. But the purpose for this post is to draft my position as the "oldest" child in the family. I'm not. She is. But she'll be coming home in broken pieces and no keys. Its funny how someone that tortureous and deminoring long time ago can be a miserable bag of bones after. I am still, clueless. Because then and now are synonymous.

I, offically declare myself, perfectly okay. Letting the "see where life takes me" quote as my eyes. Yes i do have alot of now to write down. 30 seconds to complete my proposition. A week each to solve the many. I predict. I believe rainbows don't end in a bin. I may be riding along my train of thoughts too much, oblivious to everything else. I named that dreaming, an euphemism. + or - i don't really know. I'll blame whichever on circumstances. And then that is when everything becomes transparent. These days, i subconciously crave for it. Because that 30 seconds would be transformed to like a packet of marshmellows or mm mm a free ticket to Greece!:) So i'm okay. I don't ponder. Sounds cold. But my thoughts are just as empty till i know i have to look at my piece of problem paper. Again.

5.48a.m, i'm leaving the door girl job. Night people..