The bell rang indicating the class dismissal and I don't know how some of my classmates could be out of the gate in a blink of an eye. Maybe I should practice their ninja moves but nah, I prefer to walk.

There's something about walking that I love so much. I find peace whenever I walk alone. Some people hate it and I don't understand why. 

Plugging in my earphones, I shuffled play my playlist. Westlife's uptown girl played and I smiled feeling so nostalgic and perfect for my scenery. A warm afternoon in a not so busy street. I skipped happily on my way home.

I stopped by a new food stall that opened and immediately bought something to eat. I took a picture of it as usual, and posted it on my Instagram. And then magic, the food is ggone mmhmmm. Happy tummy, I'm a happy girl. 

I Don't post selcas on my Instagram, even my profile picture is just a picture of a 📷. If you check my feed you'll just see one thing in common in all of it. My left hand. What can I say? I have pretty hands. And it's always the left cause I take the picture with my right.

I made a loooot of stops on my way home. 
To the arcade, to the basketball court, to the billiards. If it isn't so obvious, I could say I'm one of the boys kind of girl. I have more guy friends than girl friends and maybe that's why some (most) of them usually hate me at first for "stealing" their oppas. Our usual conversation would go like this:

"Yah kim jisoo! Stay away from minwoo oppa!"

"Or else?" I said in bored tone. This is like the nth time already. No scratch that, nth girl to confront me to guys I'm close with and to guys I just even spoke with like the first time.

"Or else.. or else I'd lose him!" She whined. With the actual stomping of the feet like a kid throwing tantrums. Heol.

"You're pretty! You can have any guy you want but not him!" I just don't get their logic really.

"I can have any guy I want?" She nodded eagerly

"Have you ever thought? What if He's the guy I want? What then?" I waited for the stupid response and I wasn't disappointe