I just found out that the word 'flu' comes from the name of the virus, influenza.
The simpleness of some things in life can really make me happy.

But some things are so complicated that all they do is make me confused.
Love is such a thing.

It is not hard to imagine what the person who named the flu, flu thought. But when it comes to love, I really wish humans had the capability of knowing what other people (or more specifically: boys) think.

This weekend was so summer-like, it truly felt like holiday.
It was so good that it is almost mean that it is colder again now.

Although I have to work, so I would not have been able to enjoy the sun anyway. Bad weather does make working more bearable. Even if it's just because my room gets hot like a green house when it is above 20 degrees.

I went to Paris this weekend! It was quite impulsive and quite amazing!

I feel a lot like a student at the moment: my dinner consisted of a lot of chocolate cookies.