Patrina.

'Its the Perseids,' i tell her. 'A meteor shower.'

Shooting stars are not stars at all.

They're just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction.

What we wish on, when we see one, is only a trail of debris.

'Is it like this every night, while we're asleep?' Anna asks.

It is a remarkable question- Do all the wonderful things happen when we're not aware of them?

- My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult

completed the book yesterday.

particularly, i love the above extract.

it made me ponder over the so-called fantasy i've always believed in.

do they really come true?

common tests have ended.

why, not exactly thrilled to receive the results.

many 'i should have' surfaced but they were only defeated by 'its over'.

after accounts paper my classmates and i went for yummy dimsum buffet.

watched them play l4d2, caught bodyguards and assassins, and chilled in starbucks.

few days ago, my parents and i were in town to feel the festive season,

and just last night, i met darling for dinner. tomorrow, its meng.

the day after is Christmas!

this holiday's pretty awesome- minus the strssful projects, that is.

i miss you, abit alot.