What do you think of my birdie postcards? Handsewn and minimal colour print on a postcard. I always like postcards cos i'm not good with words. Yet i still want my friends to know that i still remember them.
Wonder if Miss Y threw away the remaining cake or not? Or maybe she made her sis throw away for her? This was the first time we tried baking a cake. It looked weird but it tasted...o...l..r..i..g..h..t... We simply need more practice, that's all. So rest assured, the next cake will be better in many ways...or should we make it look weirder?
Sometimes i just wish to hide in a hole where no one can find me. To let me shed some silent tears. Don't ask me when i should climb out. But i know once i'm out of this hole, i'm ready to face the world again.