25th March, Monday
There you go...
I took a deep breathe before closing the wooden door and shutting the metal gate of my house.
A strong front before I went out to face others.
The morning winds blew pass my face as I walked slowly down the steps.
Slowly down the grassy slope.
Sprinted for the bus,
I felt like a robot.
***
U don't get the song..
Well so do I. But, that song makes me feel like it's about being strong..
***
Tiring day again.
Can't decided whether should I cut my hair anot and before I know it...
"That'll be 3.80,
Want wash hair anot?"
Think I just had my hair cut by the same person. Guess she must be cursing inside when she have to cut some nsf hair, sweaty and all after a day of work D:
And I wasn't treated gently at all as she shaves my side hastily as if an amateur peeling a skin of an apple.
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