Friday, April 23, 2010

Words are like scissors in your hands and there's no script to follow.

I must learn to love the fool in me, the one who feels too much, talks too
much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks
self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks
promises, laughs and cries.
— Theodore Isaac Rubin

Today wasn't a good day for me, overall. Well, many reasons.

My homework file is still with baby. Haha. Didn't bring homework file today because baby forgot to bring it to school, which means my homework dateline is extended. (:

I feel so moody today.

Anyway, I've stopped plurking.

You've changed.
Totally.
I miss you.
Come back, the old you.