|A bundle of thanks|

Dear god,

Thanks for giving me those Barbie dolls when I was 5, got me a mum and dad who caressed and treated me as if I was a little Paris Hilton with 4 tall bodyguards and a big sis who'd instantly come to their rescue whenever I need them. I can see my past and smile thinking how much I've been pampered so well I feel like I'm the luckiest little lady ever.

For I am now a so-called-fun fearless female (hehehehe...), I am to stand up for myself when life doesn't treat me as kindly, or when things aren't going like I want them to be. However, I still owe you a 'thanks' for those joyous laughters shared with my mates, for those endless reliability, for those uplifting admiration, for every ecstasy moment of fasten-heartbeat, and especially for every breakdown that makes me stronger than before. Just like gravity, you bring me down...but then you gain me double invinsibity.

Song of the day

You don't even have to try
It comes easy for you
The way you move is so appealing
It could make me cry
Go out driving with my friends
In Bobby's big old beat up car
I'm with a lot of people then
I wonder where you are

Good times, bad times, give me some of that
Good times, bad times, give me some of that
Good times, bad times

I don't want to say goodbye
Don't want to walk you to the door
I spend a little time with you
I want a little more

Good times, bad times, give me some of that
Good times, bad times, give me some of that
Good times, bad times, give me some of that