One day, Papa asked why I don't write anymore. He knows me well that I love writing; short stories and novels since I was in middle school. I just went silent in response to his question.

I've done a lot of things, but I also get nothing. I forget too much about me, about things I really want.

What is it now?! Can I just say I wanna stay focus?!

Stay focus. Remember myself. Remember my ardor.

I'll only do these things; blogging, writing, teaching, selling fashion and beauty stuffs and other cute and pretty things, and no selling cigarettes. Ya! No selling cigarettes.

When I was preparing some stuffs for school, I took a look at my note binder. I separated the important notes and the meaningless scribbles. Arranged the important notes neatly, and threw the rest in to the trash bin. Then, I found my own handwriting on this note. I'd written a story. Here it is.

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This morning, I came to school which the students are from low economic class. I got a chance to teach in there. That was so exciting. I love kids very much. But today is different. There was no teaching and learning.   We played together. One thing we did was making chocolate balls.

"Listen, kids!" shouted one of my friends. "Today, we're going to cooking."

"Horray!" The children seemed happy.

"So, line up! We went to divide you in groups."

They started to stand in line. However, it was difficult to put them in order. Some were still playing even fighting each other. But finally, we did it. they stood in group which consist of eight kids.

I handled a group.

"Now, take out your bowls," said me. "I want to give you some maries." (I mean biscuits called marie)

Each got three maries.

"Crush it into powder."

They followed my instruction. After that, I poured some chocolate and margarine in to their marie and made that dough into balls. Then, the chocolate balls were finished.

They gathered to eat the chocolate balls. A minute later, I saw a little girl who didn't eat that snacks."

"Have you finished eating yet?" asked me.

"No. They are in my bag," answered her.

"Are you dislike them?"

She shook her head. "I want to give it to my mother."

I smiled at her, "That's kind."

How sweet! The other children ate all of the chocolate balls but she remembered her mother. She wanted to to share this happiness to her beloved mother.

I was so enchanted. I thought I want to call my mother later.

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The End.

Pardon my lack of grammar in that story. I know I did some grammar mistakes, but I don't want to change it. Let it be.

I don't remember where I wrote that, at which class, or for what. And even I don't remember whether it's true or not. Yeaa, some part is true, but either part, I don't know. I can't remember it.

However, I'm kinda amazed. Sometimes it happens, amazed by my own writings. LOL! Some writings are so silly, but all never fail to make me smile even a bit. That one above is kinda touching and really sweet. I just hope it really happened.

Have u ever felt a bad day?

I actually disagree with the one who used to say that 'today is my bad day because I broke up, I stepped on poop, and bla..bla..bla..'. Well, I think there are more people who feel worse than that. They should not think that their day is really bad.

However, I don't know if this can be called a bad day or what, but I hate what happened on this day.
I maybe not a too-busy-person but I have schedule. I try to arrange my schedule, what to do today, what to do tomorrow, and what to do in a week. So, it's like an 'arrrrgggghh' if someone make a mess with this schedule. I know there should be tolerance with the reason, but I don't like it.

I have an appointment with someone today, and when I, 'beautifully', arrived at the place, I couldn't find that someone. When I texted him, he just cancelled the appointment and asked me to go to a different place. Yaa, my schedule was totally in mess. I paid the taxi to go there and it wasn't cheap. I prefer to go home because I don't have an idea where this place is and how much it costs to get there.

A little thing such giving an information and confirmation, may become so important. And also people need to choose their priority and decide it quickly for someone else. So other people will know and not be hoping too much. Huhh, I think I got the karma! (??)

Ooooh, in addition, when I get prepared this morning, I dropped my Princess Mimi lens. I tried to pick it up, but I couldn't find it. When I arrived home, I searched it and there's no result. Super sigh!