Broken Pedal

I never thought that crying for no sentimental reason was soo relaxing.

I ever said to my self: bear your tears. No cry, no makin' people worried by your tears, be string, eh, strong, tough--and hide your tears (it doesn't mean me can't cry, just tears when you alone, and smile when you with others), keep-keep-keep it in you heart. Me seldom having spontaneous tears.

Well, I've planned to sew this morning. Me makin' pattern, cutting the fabrics, and tackin' on it in d'mid-nite. Yes, me soo sleepy--but I 'coudn't sleep'. So, me decided to do something with fabric and words for killin' me insomnia. After finishing those sewing things, me continued writing till 2.30--almost 3.oo am, then me have sleeping.

Then, me woke up at 7.oo o'clock. Preparing sewing machine, get the fabrics ready, then sew. Buut ... there's no life signs from my sewing machine. Me pushed the dynamo-pedal, still no life signs.

Hiks.

I phoned my Pa--asking why. He told me to check the cabel and the electricity. I did, but still no results.

Then, me crying. For dynamo-sewing machine-pedal! It was so not sentimental, rite? Lol.

What shud I do now? Writing? I've planned to write after this sewing things. 'll get no idea to write rite now.

Then, me tearing.

Hehe.

Just a light cried and lil' tears.

But it feel sooo relaxing.

Me felt soo woman. Finally I could feel a lil' woman-side inside me.

Then, me smile. Tidy the sewing machine up. No sewing this morning. And even maybe I've to buy the new dynamo pedal one.

Then, me smile. Yes, maybe I shud have writing rite now.

Feliz Viernes, Todos ;)

[picture got it from here]