End of Semester 2 =)

Do you know how stressed I was?

Wow... I dropped this amount of hair during my study period in 3 days... 

My study table. Filled with books and papers. That file was Werkstoffkunde.

Bread, books, bag... All throwing around the floor.

Talk about clothes... Huhu. So messy.

I even to the extend to inject drugs. LoL. Nah, those were to inject inks into my printer. 3 times refill already.

The only place which remains tidy.

Pierced at heart. Even a machine will sad and stressed.

Hearing I got 1,0 for Mathe2, my German friends said "Du bist eine gute Maschine." It says "You are a good machine". But even a machine will fall, just like my BB X20A Strike Freedom here.

And yea, a string brokened badminton racket cannot serve his master for the time being.

Or broken spectacles. Luckily I have my 2nd one.

What about a brokened heart? It'll heal, someday, no?

"I've changed my mind. I'm not going to kill them. I'm going to kill myself. She'll not come back. But it'll but me out of my misery. And it'll hurt her. She'll never be the same."

"You're wrong. Time will pass and she'll be fine. Because that's the way it works. It has to be. Listen to me. Your girlfriend, she broke your heart, didn't she? She left you, she broke up promises, she betrayed you. Some of us are just made us suffer. You know, some of us are to made us believe in certain destiny and it just get snatched away. But we have to stay alive. Because we have to see how the story ends."

My Sassy Girl - English Version

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He is dancing joy, like he dancing now... Hehe.

Exam, bye bye. 3rd sem. I'm coming. But before that, let's just be happy for this full one month. I have my plans. You? =)

Oh btw, 2,3 for Werkstoffkunde. It's not a good result compare to seniors, but I'm satisfied, a bit, although no face see the tutors. Haha. Did wrong a question. Thanks to.. Ermm, keep this personal. Haha =P

Anyway,

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

It snowed, again. It's getting bored with snows already. Swt. I guess that's life, when we wanted for something, it'll never come. But when we don't want it anymore, it keeps on bugging us. Hmmm...

This was my typical breakfast for... a week?