Time is a kind of
excellent bleach, washing away the bitter memories...and the energy
for life. One day, when I face the mirror, I find that I am a round
one without the angles which were full of my body.
And that is called
growup.
A kind of acid feeling
about my color palette....
Met Si yesterday. She is
no long that small girl any more, and with the thin make-up. She is
squabby now and not that thin girl long time ago.
With her naive BF, she
is a little sophisticated than before. Sometimes, I believe that a
stuipd man really can result in a sucessful woman. What a
shame...look at her, I do not want a boy friend any
longer...
Sigh...