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!
