Unprepared.

What an old photo of myself, when I've had longer hair and all.

And I think I'll just try keeping my hair long again,
let's just hope I won't give in to temptation to get my hair cut. X)
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Anyway, I'm not at the least bit prepared for the hardcore mugging sessions yet again, with modules & project together ;
cuz all I've in my head now, is none other than you, on that Sunday.

Rawr. I think I'm dead.
I can vividly remember that whole Sunday morning-evening with you ;
from our hands so close during prayer, to our nose touches, to your kiss, to your tightest hug, & your warmth. It's floating all over my head now, oh so yay :(


She asked me whether we had hope,
and I just smiled to myself, and said, "maybe we do".