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Today’s weather is a bit gloomy..if few years ago, i would be very happy when the day happened to be gloomy..i would named it cy’s day..coz it’s cooling and i could feel d breeze blew over my face and definitely would go for a swim..but today i do not have the feeling..just like the weather feeling down and gloomy..named it cy’s sentimental day..haha

Now im having holidays, a recovering period for me..hope i will be fit again when a new sem starts…recently i read a book called PS I Love U by Cecelia Ahern,a talented 22 yrs old author, the daughter of Ireland’s Prime Minister..a very nice and romantic story..there is a couple, the husband is diagnosed with a brain tumor and pass away..months after his death, the wife receives a package letters that he’s left for her, intstructing her to perform a series of unexpected tasks..With the helps of the letters, her friends and her family,she is drived to move on toward a new life…There is one part of the story which really hits me..ouchh..it describes the wife’s feelings which sounds like this:

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt truly happy, when somebody of something caused her to laugh so hard her stomach pained her and her jaw ached.She missed going to bed at night with absolutely nothing on her mind, she missed enjoying eating food instead of becoming something she just had to endure in order to stay alive, she hated the butterflies she got in her tummy everytime she remembered him.She missed enjoying watching her favourite television programs instead of their just becoming something she would stare at blankly to pass the hours.She hated the feeling like she had no reason to wake up; she hated the feeling when she did wake up. She hated the feeling of having no excitement or anything to look forward to. She missed the feeling of being loved, of knowing him was watching her as she watched television or ate her dinner. She missed sensing his eyes on her as she entered the room; she missed he touches,his hugs, his words of advice, his words of love…Memories were fine, but you couldn’t touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment had been, and they faded with time.

In the end of the story, she able to move on happily..i cant wait till the day comes for me..hehe..i dont plan 2 work this holidays..no no..football fever..hope brazil wil win the cup again this year and of course must proceed with my self-pampering and beautification process..and of course not to forget shopping..hahaha..