Dynamite with a laser beam.

The morning's really cold, and I forgot my jacket.
The day's really cooling, as in the velly cold kind of cooling.
The air-conditoning in the Band room is killing me- up till now my fingers are still freezing cold.
The storeroom's worse, it practically killed me.
The tap water is like iced water, even though the heater is being switched on.
):<

ANYWAY, I'M NOT IN A GOOD MOOD, SO DON'T CLICK ON THE CUT.

( ELJAY CUT. )

Urghhh.

I was feeling bad enough + a hell lot of thinking about that and then that line, from him, really killed me.
"I couldn't help it, when it turns out like that!" was running in and out of my mind.
What else can I do to help? Nothing, really.
Everything just seems to crash onto me just when I'm feeling all down and out.

&, I really wish that everything can be like a memory card, and all I have to do, is to pluck out the friggin' memory card and throw it away, like FOREVER.

I want to run away, even though people tongues may wag and say that I'm a coward.
I want to run to somewhere far away, where the people there don't know my pain, my problems, and my name.
I want someone to hold my hand, and run away, telling me that everything's gonna be alright.

Bstfriend (- pink for you!), when are you free?
I wanna talk to you through the night, the way it was last time.
I wanna tell you so many things! I want you to know many stuffs!
And, I know the reason why we aren't that close anymore (well, i presumed.)
Everything's so fucked up now, and I want you to complain with me, to talk to me, and to bitch about everything and anything under the sun.
I want things to be like last time, like how we were, back then.
okaykaykay?!

&To those who still doesn't have an eljay user or smth:
PLEASE GO GET ONE, I'M SERIOUSLY GOING TO LOCK EVERYTHING UP!

I'm Sorry, if you just so happen to click on the cut, cus' you're curious and blahblahblah (which i don't have to know), it's just my two-cents worth, and I just have to get it ALL out.
Ask me about it, and if i'm in a pretty mood, the next time you ask, i'll prolly tell you the whole story.
I'm not going to continue anything with school, cus' school's being a major beech, even though most of my teachers have went to Pahang with the sec threes.
I hope the leeches there will suck blood from those that I really dislike, and prolly suck them dry.
bleurghh!

YES, ONE LAST THING:
GET WELL SOON, TRISTAN!

Tillagain.