Time passed in such a fast way that I hardly even ignored the flow. Four month, wholly four month, I got nothing, just a blank, and the blank white paper fluttered everyday in my eyes, just like as saying “Hey, look, the very confident guy, should get nothing for his four-months-hard working, ho-ho, my little pity poor children, do not cry, go to your mama for help, hahaha”, it’s do really freak me out, and drive me crazy, makes me upset, everyday, like I get up in the wrong side of my bed.

And foreigners are always so weird, they came to you like they got something confused in a story, they asked you this and that now and then, when you are fascinated with it, they either disappeared or ask something else about another new story, they never told you the end, and you’ll never know it which means “that’s the story, baby”. I really wanna ask them “what the hell are you damn assholes thinking about huh, a baby puzzle?” why I haven’t say is because I know it will never help.

My classmates and colleagues all suggested me relaxed myself, I said okay, but how, what they don’t know is I owe my fucking college ( in fact, only a academy school ) 10.000￥, how could I relax myself under the condition “no money, no diploma” huh, and the day is coming, 20^th July. Could I ask them like “can you borrow me some money?” “How many” “one thousand” “wow…….” That’s sucks, and do not forgot, I’m a man who still have a face and dignity.

When I’m thinking typing, I realized, no one but one can save me, myself. Guys, I gotta save myself, I must have changed at first, I should have a haircut, and they are too long which cover my eyes from seeing any hope. I should have a “nailcut” which could tell “I’m not a dirty guy”, then some girls may say “oh, a handsome pal”. I should buy me some new clothes, after all, who can get through with this summer with only two short pants? I should, yeah, I should write my diary again, I haven’t keep it like couple of months, oh, god, I can’t believe it.

Then, maybe, I’m the confident guy again, and, someday, there’s a colorful paper flutter in my eyes, and saying “hey, look, that’s the confident guy, get everything he wished, especially he got the fascinating girl, oh, my goodness, he did it”.

Yeah! That is just the “story”, buddy!