When people had crawled back from other places they'd visited and were now settled for the night, I was still left seated bolt upright, waiting for something. Something which I knew will never give in to me. The sleep crying had to stop. It was no good for my eyes, no good for my skin. No good for my mind because I woke up more exhausted than when I went to sleep. Sleep crying came, of course, from not being able to control myself.

I couldn't focus on something else. Couldn't ignore the guilt that shadowed my every thought. But sometimes, being a girl is hard. Just because we need more love and care from the opposite &it is always a big issue when girls and boys are put into comparison. I need you to entertain me with Chris Brown's ring tone, please.

Earlier, an online friend told me this: "Don't be too sensitive, sometimes, you gotta give it a little slack. Don't grip too much." Umm..maybe it's true, afterall.

Anyway, the thought of going for a new course had turned my emotions into a pendulum that swung constantly between fear and excitement. Fear gripped me every time I remembered that I'd been away from school for so many weeks I might not remember how people will treat me on the first day. Then the pendulum would swing to excitement because since I'd been away for so many weeks, I miss schooling environment. Then I would be afraid again because I am not sure of my capabilities. Then I'd be excited again because hairstyling has always been my passion.

Between anxiety and anticipation, lay the knowledge that I will be missing preetyboy more than ever. Sigh.

So preetyboy, do you like this layout? No more clicking from one to another, smile.