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breakaway
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Thursday, May 13, 2010 // 12:33 AM

Bad days. Haha... Good days. I'm finally done with all my examinations. A-math sucked like hell. Don't need to ask, but I know I'll fail. 30 marks for those questions that I don't know and not sure of. Plus those careless mistakes, confirm there's a few. I'm a blur sotong. What do you expect? CARELESS MISTAKES IN A MATH PAPER. Yeah, yeaps.

Times are bad. I'm bored. That's the bad thing. I can't deny the fact that I have still a lot to not think about. Well, playing with post-its, writing my lyrics, drawing (my art fail and I hate art, now you know how bored I am), fantasizing, camwhoring with photobooth (so unlike me lah. I'm not a big fan of camwhoring), writing random thoughts and stories on that little diary. Should take a picture of it and post it next time. It's gonna be not so fun after June. I'll start chionging. And band's gonna be hectic again. I'll be freaking busy with everything and lead a lifeless life. Too busy with life that I have no life. IRONY. I'll spend less times with the boys and my darlings from altos. Damn it.

Things just got a hell load worst. I entered Thursday by being stupid and hurting myself. I need to be emancipated for life. I cried again when I'm not supposed to. I broken my promise to myself. FUCK.

PS. Pilot, pilot. Talk to me? I don't dare to talk to you. Fly me to some place safe, a place that I'll never get hurt.