Crazy writting 16 of April

Quite a day!!!

For sometime, this actually the first day i wrote a full formed letter to someone, particularly my professor, asking for a minor change in the course. And actually succeed! Yay me!!!

Skipped morning class :3 feeling guilty to my Molecular Biology professor :( I am so sorry :(

Actually winning score and kicking ass in WTI classes, although I did not pay much attention. Did some ODE, thought I did not really finish any of them, I actually found some confident about math after all.

Spending my time at front table with my buddies are my good decision. Although it not what I expected, it was even more. I was away from playful space down the last sit, to the more academic situation. My friends now are the kind that i seek, intellectual and honest. And I met someone. Someone lovely. The playful one. The beautiful one.

However I was distracted. From my course. From my aim. Did i wrong? Or did I right? However to compete for her, I shall train myself more. Make it my commitment, perhaps? She was so fine for me, her intellectual prove to be over me, her energy and sweetness. Who am I anyway? A dark kid, cornered child. A guy with some potential but no ability? A man who always step back, who always give in to others. That's the best things I could say about myself. And that is far from her standing

Now i missed her sleeping on my shoulder as we travel through narrow streets, missed her voice, even her bike. I missed how her warm she is sleeping in my arm (I know what you thinking you pervert). I missed how her hand would lanced to me. How she shaking gently, a bit unsecured in her sleep. She was a little shaken. Her head was on my arm, peacefully.

To have a girl sleeping on your shoulder, it is heavy as you carry the whole world on your shoulder. Because she is your world, at that particular space, particular time, in your particular world