Seriously, i don't have th mood to do anything now, except for cursing and swearing. I know i shouldn't be blogging at this time, but still. Now that I've realised that plan didn't go as organised, everything turns out wrong. Wrong wrong wrong, seriously wrong. I don't wna regret before i leave coral, but apparently that's the case. Everything's screwed up, and i truly hope that I'll be able to have one nice picture with you. Not YOU, but you. When time's up and things change, life ain't gna be th same again. Yeh and now i regret. All th best to you when i leave coral, mr HOT guy. I'll always remember your face. I will.

Lucky thing there's geog there to cheer me up and push me all th way. Mjc TPjc, i'm coming for you.
Peace.