Dynamite with a laser beam.

[coolerthanthou]

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.

SO YOU FAGGOTS HAVE DECIDED TO ASK FOR THE FINAL CHANCE?!
YOU GUYS ASKED FOR CHANCES, AGAIN, AND AGAIN. AND THE CLASS GAVE YOU GUYS SO MANY CHANCES, YET YOU GUYS ARE ALWAYS ABUSING THE CHANCES.

YOU GUYS THINK THAT CALLING A TEACHER BY THE NAME IS FUN EH?
YOU GUYS THINK THAT BY MAKING A HELL LOT OF NOISE, IS ENTERTAINING EH?
YOU GUYS THINK THAT BY SHOUTING AND SCREAMING THOSE UNNESSARY NOISES, IS FABULOUS EH?
YOU GUYS THINK THAT BY SPRAYING ALL THAT FUCKING SMELLY PERFUME IN CLASS IS AWESOME EH?
YOU GUYS THINK THAT MAKING A LOT OF NOISE TO DISRUPT THE CLASS BECAUSE YOU GUYS HAVE HELP FROM OUTSIDE IS VERY COOL EH?
YOU GUYS THINK THAT MAKING ALL THE TEACHERS HAVING BAD REMARKS ABOUT OUR CLASS IS FUNNY EH?

OH SURE, FAGGOTS, I'M TELLING YOU NOW, FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL;
IT. IS. NOT. FUCKING. FUNNY. ANYMORE.

HAVE YOU GUYS EVER USED THAT THING UNDER YOUR SKULLS TO THINK THAT IT IS BLOODY SELFISH OF YOU GUYS TO DISRUPT THE CLASS WHEN THE REST WANTS TO STUDY?! OHWAIT, LET ME DO SOME CORRECTIONS: YOU GUYS DON'T HAVE ANY BRAINS, AND WHAT'S UNDER YOUR SKULL IS A HUGE BLOB OF SLIME, OR WATER, I DON'T KNOW.

YOU GUYS THINK THAT BY CALLING US "PAOTOH" OR WHATEVER THAT IS, IS GOING TO MAKE US FEEL BAD AND DROP ALL THE REPORTS THAT WE'RE GOING TO MAKE? I DON'T CARE, IF I WERE TO LET YOU GUYS KNOW THAT I'M THE ONE WHO WANTS TO TELL OFF YOU GUYS TO THE TEACHERS. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE, CAUSE I REALLY HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SELFISH SHITS.
MAYBE YOU GUYS SHOULD JUST GO GET CANED, AND LEARN YOUR LESSON FOR BEING SO MUTHAFUCKINGLY SELFISH?

YOU GUYS KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES BETTER THAN I DO, AND YOU GUYS JOLLY WELL KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN IF THERE IS ANOTHER REPORT, BUT WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU GUYS DOING ALL THIS? ASKING FOR ANOTHER REPORT IS IT? WELL, THERE YOU GO! WHY BOTHER ASKING US FOR THE FINAL CHANCE WHEN WE HAVE GIVEN YOU GUYS SO MANY CHANCES ALREADY? WHY SHOULD WE GIVE YOU THE CHANCE WHEN YOU GUYS ARE NOT APPRECIATING IT, AND INSTEAD, ABUSING IT?

I'M REALLY TIRED OF ALL YOUR NONSENSE, ALREADY.
GO FIND ANOTHER SCHOOL,SERIOUSLY.
I'M TIRED OF BEING IN THE SAME CLASS AS YOU FIVE OR SIX, I REALLY AM.
GO FIND ANOTHER SCHOOL, AND I MEAN IT.

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.