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So do I. I resigned from my work because of these reasons: I had the worst GPA ever since I did work, I’ve to prepare my skripshit, the office’s stuffs, and a personal reason. I am choosing the Britney thing on my skripshit because I think I should have a bid of ‘fun stuff’ on that heavy-damn-job, to make some colors on it. I’ve decided to wore the short not the skirt yesterday because I’ve inspired by Woori. Yea, did you see that? Every single thing that we’ve done has reasons.
I’ve found that sometimes, well not sometimes, rarely, we having no reasons for things that we’ve done or happened in our life. I’ve been falling in love with a guy. I really don’t know why-oh-why I could fall in love with him. Okay he’s fun to be with, but hey, some friends could do that. His physic? Duh, I don’t care about the physical things. His “I don’t care to anything-attitude”? Haha, it might be, but I don’t think so. His musicality? Yes a bid of, but doesn’t enough to be a reason. The way he talks? The way he makes a joke? The way he moves? The answer: No, no, and no! Then I stopped looking for the reasons. I don’t really need it. So if he changes to someone who doesn’t have my–reason-to-be-in-love, then my feeling won’t change. Is it makes a sense? :)
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