Today is first day of February. Sitting here, wondering how I walked through January without you. Those 26 days were really, really long.
Now I understand when people say time flies. It's because they are happy and enjoying every moment, every day. So when people tell you that time flies, it's not a complaint.
Looking back at the past one month, it wasnt that I sat there doing nothing. I didnt fall ill either. In fact, I was rather busy. Strangely no matter how busy you are, do you know you still have time to miss someone ? *wipes the tears off the corner of my eyes*
Just found out from the newspaper an hour ago that my favourite author, Sidney Sheldon, dies. I read every book of his. "I try to write my books so the reader cant put them down". "I try to construct them so when the reader gets to the end of a chapter, he or she has to read just one more chapter. It's the technique of the old Saturday afternoon serial : leave a guy hanging on the edge of the cliff at the end of the chapter." He said this in 1982 and it's true.