Oh I'm gonna be 16 years old soon!
My ocean avenue. I'm still looking for it.
And my prince hasn't come yet.
If he's the one, why can't we move a little closer?
If he's not the one, why doesn't my come till now?

A new start.
I'll cheer up.
Everything seems so fine now.
It's my turn!
I can.
I'll be true to myself.

I'm a glowworm.
I'm a primrose.

Spring is coming.
I was riding the bike. Rushing home. Through the favor of unknown flowers. Through the fresh trees.
The breeze kissed my face and my soft light-brown hair.
Now I look girly than ever before. My hair is longer. I plait my hair with colourful knickknacks.
I hope I was still a kid.

I'm reading Wuthering Heights this week. I first read it when I was in primary school.
It's such a complicated story. With various complex characters inside.
I have really involuted feeling about this book. I can't say I love it, but I just can't stop reading it.

That's all.