Are you happy?

Anorexic, superficial and a whore who lacks any long-term goals? Me? Haha. Ok. It's nothing. It just popped in my mind like a balloon. *pop*

Then, I turned off the television I was absorbed in awhile ago and gazed at my toe which was now in a bluish-black state. ouch. Hey whatever. I was worth it, I think.

My mind always played flashbacks or in my case, I prefer to call them "REWINDS". The day faced me like a sleek tiger, silent and ready to attack. well, actually, the day faced me kind of early(teenager early), like 8:30ish. We had our pictures taken for the application to NY something.

Luckily, the results met my expectations. They were BAD. Then again, I was able to waste my idle Saturday afternoon with friends. BADMINTON TRAINING? Yeah, like I'd get any better than a five-year old. boo-hoo.

I'm a bad athlete. I can guarantee you that, but hey, WE won our first game. The first game we've ever played. He saved me. Hooray. It was then that I realized that it was exactly one week ever since ... we started spending time together.

It made me realize that when I was with him, I didn't have to be fancy or talk in a "special" way, that I didn't have to wear my best clothes or shoes, and that I didn't have to impress him. I mean, he always saw me in sweat but he still talked to me. Spending time with him made me be myself and not the anorexic, superficial whore I'd escribed earlier, although I may be quite superficial at times.

When he touched my hand again, it still perfectly and now, I saw his face looking at mine. I don't know why or how it even happened, all I know is that I am HAPPY. are you?