BLEEDING MASCARA

I thought she was just an adorable, quiet, and soft-mouthed girl.
I had just finished my Biology paper when the teacher came to me. She asked softly, whether I've cheated during that paper and I told the truth, with some twisted ideas. She was being kind for not taking the cheat sheet to testify me. Fewh. She's really kind. And I know the girl sitting next to me had told her about this. But I don't blame anyone for this. Really.
And the girl, she's not adorable anymore.

The mascara I've been wearing is bleeding the truth.
They know I'm fake.

Dark May Days

In The Last 60 Seconds.
When there's no way more to solve,
when there's nothing left to answer,
we'll rock on the papers.
Sketching, writing confessions on them.

Physics Paper II

YESTERDAY
"Fuck!"
"They're idiot!"
"Woo! Oy!!"
"Hell with them!"
I really wanted to kick someone. It was full of rebellious inside, thinking of doing harm to anyone, anywhere, a jerk, or simply innocent. It was burning, messed up with deep hatred to school, anything related to it. A fear, a desire to stop that nonsense, in a hard way.

TODAY
"The sisters are sick and Mom pays good attention to them."
"They look weak, helpless. Hate them."
"I've said something that made Ainaa cursed me. Um."
"If only I'm sick. It'd be better, to be given some extra attention."
"Never mind."
It's all gloomy, dark, and quiet inside me. Too quiet I can hear something's sobbing. I love this feeling. Forgotten and left behind.

Welcome to Ursa Luna.

Saturday. A perfect day for wasting time on Internet, MySpace especially. Or simply spending my precious time with her. But she's not online. Maybe she got works to do or maybe she's just having nice rest in weekend. She was like mad at me yesterday. Maybe it was caused by my 'goodbye' at the wrong time. She went away without a word, leaving me all alone there. Never mind. Maybe it was just a sudden DC. Hope so.
Sorry Lina.

Ah, I'd be happy to get on the Internet for the whole day, as usual. But with Emperor's warningS, it'd be so uncomfortable to do that. This iron bars can't hold my soul in anymore, but I'm terrified of the Emperor's walls. I hope he could spend more time at work, or anywhere else but not home. I know, I can't be a disrespectful son.
Sorry Dad.

The Last 60 Seconds

The exam has just begun yesterday. Like what I've 'planned' before, I'm taking it without any revision or preparation to load my head with answers. There's nothing in it. My head is not able to store big deal of data, boring ones, for more than 3 or 4 hours, maybe. *Enough rubbish talks, Monkey.
Read right before the papers are given, or
keep textbooks in the toilet, no, it's store actually.
Dirty job, I know. :D

Monday
"When is the exam?" Emperor asked.
"Next week." I replied.
"Go make revision then! Don't just watch the TV all the time, study!" A little scold it was.
"Ouh, okay.." I replied, still watching TV.

Today
"When is the exam?" Again, he asked.
"It's this week, isn't it?" Mom replied, without permission.
"Ouh, err.. yea.. they fast=forward it a week earlier, and it's today.." I said, with running eyes, trying to avoid Emperor's.
"I don't wanna see you using the computer again. Read books and study." I already went away with food.