MOVED !

When a leader of an organisation steps down, the people of the same organisation means nothing at all.
I don't care how cheesy that sounds but what I'm trying to say is that I'm not gonna be blogging anymore. Not here, at least. I'm working on my own new... eh... blog x)

So feel free to remove this blog from your links.
That's okay, right, Luce?
xD

Oh well.

I'll let you know when I'm done fixing up my blog. Or when I need help on it xD

Tira

Lus will not be blogging here anymore. :)

I feel like no one knows the inner me. No one ever comes up to me and ask if anything's wrong. How come I always have to tell to get you to listen to my feelings? I thought you'd understand me so well to come up and ask what's wrong even if I never told you anything. How come this always happens to me? How come I never have anyone to just spread out everything I want to say and just always be there for me? How come I'm always the one crying my heart out and no one really cares? How come??

I can't say anything, I have no words left.
My throat is feeling plunged as if all my emotions are left buried underneath, I can't cry because it's all covered.
This pain I've never felt.
I am sad.

Just.. don't bother saying anything anymore.
You don't care anyway.
Nobody does.



Lus

I think I hate my computer. It takes me about thirty minutes to get here. Mm.

I hate it when he doesn't reply my miss-calls. Aah...

I just realised;
sometimes what annoys us doesn't disturb us (like studying) and what disturbs us doesn't annoy us (like... our phones... ?)
xD

Ahahah.
I feel weird.

-- On the phone --
Tira: I hate my ex. I'm gonna hit my head now.
Arif: Don't. Don't do it.
Tira: Okay...
Arif: You know you could get into a coma! Or get an amnesia. And if you get an amnesia, you... may not remember me... And if you forget about me... we won't see each other again.
Tira: You can just show me my phone.
Arif: What if your phone is broken?
Tira: Umm... Friendster? You can show me my profile.
Arif: I doubt that'd be believable.
Tira: Oh... Ah! My diary!
Arif: Oh yeah... Your diary... That's a good one!

It's so cold, my hands're drying up.

Tira

I'm still against school.

There's not much I can do, but I sucked in my pmb. You know, I just realised that I worked very hard for every exam this year except for the last one. Just like everything else I've done, it's stupid. Harmy did warn me, I guess.

Tira