Mrs Mouse

I was told that I look cute, young, beautiful and like Minnie. I love them all nonetheless.

I admit, I was a little worried how it might turned out. But credit to Mr.Gray for his recommendation, and Nancy too. Yet, because of Mr.Gray, I wouldn't have the courage to have a makeover; he who also brought me many compliments.  

A guy in my class kept staring at me, for two days. I was a little bothered, because I didn't want him to head over heels in love with me. Too many admirers will bring me headache, you know.

I hope with this new haircut, luck will be on its way.

Exhilaration

I start to run again. For the very first time, after a few months.

I plan to do my hair. This time for real. Something gain, something lost, and something change. But it's not going to be a deja vu. I blame my last hairdo to be a curse, bad luck! Maybe it's the color, or the curls.

It was the stupid cupid! If I ever see you again, I'll make sure to throw my shoe at your face!

The last time I got my hair done, I lost something. This time, I lose it once more. I hope for the better, and hope the lightning won't strike thrice the same place.

I will make sure it won't. I'm so sick of it. I totally gave up like a loser! For the better. Cheeeeese!

Good to have some focus this semester, until the next. Writing is something. Gosh, I really try to make myself good at it. I have the chance now.

No more sleepy books; no more distractions. Only writings, in addition with some bacteria companies. Guess you become my lover for a while.

The more I hate you, it just makes me love you more. So lets grow big and in abundance!

Marry or Hooker?

Burn the dresses, smash the photos, throw away the ring. Arms on the hips and stand tall like Superman against all the machine gun bullets shot on his bullet-proof suit. He has the suit, I don't have.

I'm more like, fling everything out as hard as the ligaments holding my bones.

I'm not as free as I wish to be. But I try to manage. Having gone through everything, I will try to smile, even the smile turns out to be a little awkward "eeeee". And this interval turns out to be therapeutic: sooth the mind, heart and soul. I'm at peace.

You are right all along, I should have listened to you. I just can't get over the fact that you are wiser than me. Now I salute you.

What could be worse than committing suicide? Being simply marry, or being a hooker?

Do you know the weight of sins of being a hooker and being committing suicide?

I think having no choice is the worse of life.

Now I try to read.