Minus you, I'm better off.

Just when I'm going to start on this entry, THAT FUCKER JUST HAVE TO MOVE ITS POSITION, AND SCATTERED OFF, ON THE WALL BEHIND MY LCD SCREEN, AND IN THE DIRECTION OF MY COMPUTER WIRES.
Now I am really pissed off, like Eunice (will elaborate).

No. This time, it's not a croach.
BUT A TRANSPARENT-WHITE, BIG-HEADED LIZARD, IN MY ROOM.
&It have been in here, SINCE LAST NIGHT, which leave me feeling slightly traumatized, and losing at least A FREAKING HOUR of SLEEP!
@##$%$^&*()$@@#%^&~!!!!
(&Just when I thought that the worse lizard that I've ever seen in my life is that lizard in Pahang, but now a big-headed one! :X)

Urghhs. My hairs are all standing. :X

Oh, just something random;
I still don't like you, Mr. I, and stop thinking that you're so great.
My friends don't like you, either, period.

I don't think I'll ever accept smokers, as friends or vhutever, and will never stay close to them.
There's this lady (which I don't know whether if she is a tranny), who comes up on the bus and plopped herself next to me (which I just so happened to be on a window seat), and she smelled awful. I repeat, awful.

She reeks of guy cologne, or should I say perfume, because I do recognise that common smell- Adidas men, that blue one (I don't know the exact name, but THAT BLUE ONE), and also the combination of a very minty breath mints (although I'ld prefer spearmints), and the smell of cigarette, or should I say, tobacco smell?

I guessed she didn't realise that I was wiping my tears all the time, and not because I am emo, but my eyes are seriously sensitive to smells like smelly cologne, and well, tobacco.

Like hello! You're a lady afterall! What's with the guys perfume, and cigarette smell?

I know that she might not even chance upon this as she don't know me (and sure do I not want to know her), but I just have to let it out. I can't take this kind of stuff, like the way I can't accept pests in my room (haha! who does!).

URGHHH.

I really want to know, what's wrong with today?!
First, it was Eunice and her very unfortunate incident, and then the career seminar, which is seriously a waste of time, to the lady which made me tear for at least 8 bus stops, lizard in my room, and then someone imposting as my brother in my livejournal with comments, and to top everything up, like a cherry on top, I have a CHEMISTRY test tomorrow.

Ohjoy. Remember the incident that I said about me having a war with my chemistry?
History do repeats itself, huh?!

Surely, I'm not in a very pretty mood, to start if off with,
OH, WHOEVER WHO TOOK EUNICE'S PHONE, THAT PAIN IN THE ARSE, WILL (INSERT CURSE HERE)< which I have yet to think of one. hahahah!

Okay, I know no one reads this, but I just need to rant and rant and rant it all out, like no government.
URGHHH, BACK TO CHEMISTRY AND TO GET RID OF THAT LIZARD.
Tillagain.

bullet in my heart, wounded and still in pain.

I thought that I ought to seperate this from the previous post.

I don't know how to phrase this, but I absolutely hate the feeling inside.
I mean, I just don't want to see you, for the day.

I know it's like very mean to say that I don't want to even see you.
But, You surely don't know how is it like, to have that feeling inside.
Like you're guilty for doing something gravely wrong, yet you still unknowingly do those stuffs that you used to do, even though you know that you don't want it, because it have became one of your bad habits.

But why do you have to appear there, and give me that glance of yours?!
Why?! Why at that time as well? Why at the moment when I thought that everything's going to be over, and I'm going home, and I'm not going to see you, but why, o' why do you have to appear?!

&To you,
Surely, you don't know how much it hurts to see that everything's gone?!
When my fingers just work the magic, and to realise that everything's gone.
And, you'll never know how much it hurts, when I have to hear all those, coming from people, and that I can only know how you're doing from the others.
You don't know how that feels, huh?!

It's the horrible time of the day; THAT.

I'm feeling as if there's a bullet in my heart, right now.
I'm wounded and no one can help.

It's going to be a long, ardous night, for me, tonight.