8th of Jan, Tuesday

I’m waiting for the milk. I’m waiting for the milk. For the milk, for the milk.

Hungry, hungry, hungry, but don’t have any desire for food. Don’t know what to eat. But hungry……师兄 gave me an apple, and some cookies, and a bottle of milk, then, full…

But on the way back to the house, I had the impulse to rush into a salon and ask a hair dresser to cut all my hair. This impulse grew stronger when I walked along the street against the terrible wind in the evening. Hair, troublesome. But…in the end I didn’t enter the salon, for I was thinking that even I cut the hair short this time, they wouls still grow and then need cutting again. Repeat and repeat. So, at last I just wanted to tie them into a pony-tail. And that’s all. No wonder it’s said that beautiful girls are “diligent”, because they need to get up at least one hour early to match what they should were that day and do the make up, and the hair style. But for me, I will rather spend this amount time on bed and go on sleeping till last munite. - -, is this the reason why I don’t have a boyfriend?...I doubt…

师兄 has taken my GALAXY NOTE away, saying he’s trying to help the pad out of miseray. And the miserable fate, is that, I have bought it back on 2nd of Sept, but I seldom use it. I just have no idea what I can use it for…Anyway, he takes it away and I begin missing my Sumsang…