sometimes, i just hate how stingy the way my mom is. she don't even allow me to save pocket money.

Bla Bla Bla

I am back again. It's already April now, but nothing much had happened yet. Woke up at 12 pm noon, and only 20 minutes had passed. The room is still icy cold and my laptop has been playing Kenny G's saxophone pieces the whole night. I felt so comfortable now, because Saturdays I don't have to wake up by ''force'' but instead I woke up naturally. It's the only day to escape from college stress.

Dear God, I wish what I really felt now is really true. If it's fake, then let it vanish as soon as possible please. I can't bear the friendliness and gentleness of this particular star, shining brightly in my mind. I couldn't reach this star when the sky is so high. I know it's seemingly impossible, but if it's true, levitate me so i am able to grab it as my own. If it's fake, give me a signal quickly, just like the usuals.