I finished Aoi Sora few days ago earlier, thank god that because I can’t write any stories after what have happened to me. I will have to post the already done story a chapter a day. My mind is swept clean and I can’t think of any story… it goes bad with The Only Exception long stories that I have been working on. I just been working on it and the stories is flowing in my mind just when I got the shock…ayyyyayayayyayaaaaaaaaaaaa….. I haven’t been able to write any story after that. I don’t want to go back in hiatus My back is still hurt and my flu gotten worse. F**k the virus… f**k the bacterias.. Flu .. I am gonna write that on my FB page… I hate it.. I lost my appetite because of it or is it cause by my little sister cat. That fluffy thing play with a lizard in front me and I was like… ewwwwwwwwwwwwww…… I won’t touch you again cat. Not even if you are cute. I declared myself as a cat hater once again *Cat’s lover, please don’t throw shoes or anything at me..* It just I feel urghhh.. seeing the cat playing the little animal.. Caught it in its claw and let it go before pouncing on that things again.. It’s just… It remind me of the serial killer in one of book I read.. play.. play.. kill.. But a cat is a natural killer or predator in their own character. It just I don’t feel fine by losing my weight because I’m sick with flu. It’s ridiculous and I am an eater and I hate it when my sister said I am on my diet. I hate diet and I am grateful with my own body. Its feel when you don’t feel any hungry and went on for hours without eating and realising I only ate a little at breakfast when the clock turn 8 o’clock in the night. I gasp. I even missed my regular lollipop in the evening and now I am the lollipop try to make my imaginative move and I can even think anything even I am imagining y Taeminie trying to kiss or something and the neighbour just have to open the oldie song, letting it blaring. I am cursing at them. Did they ever heard of Earphone and Neighbour rule for not being cursed at in the middle of night.. I always write all the stories in the middle of night and write for blog before posting it in the day at the nearest internet café. Dad!!! Buy me an internet modem. Nope he won’t buy me cause I got bad in my maths.. urghhh.. can’t he see I got a’s a lot than my math doomed grades. I even got a+ in my art subject. Doom the maths… I hate you math. All five years in school the math teacher always had me in their bad book. Oh yeah, I’m lazy in math and I sleep in them. I don’t finish my addmaths work. Don’t force me if I don’t know how to do it. It’s better than copying my friends works who almost all the same because only one or two that did it at home. While others.. Copy and Submitted. The teacher don’t even check it and just sign it knowing that it will all be same for the twenty people and sigh if I am one of the students that don’t submitted my works. Curse you. Why did you make me sat in front you in the first place? I don’t want to be a teacher for math. It will be so depressing. I should stop typing any nonsense and go to sleep probably but I can’t sleep and that another problem. I am blank.. aishhhhhhhhhhhhhh