Hey, yeah I'm okay. Of course I am. I'd like to think that no matter how hard the fall, I'll come back up. Yeah, battered, bruised and broken, but still, back up again. I've a whole life ahead to look forward to, and the challenges and shtuff (shit / stuff) that I'm going to go through, well, I think I can manage, with my head held high.

Got myself a book to help ease things, actually. Though I think the book choice is a little weird. But hey, I've always wanted to read It. And so I got Stephen King's It. Giler babs tebal, and it was only like, RM32. Should provide me with at least a week of reading, if I pace myself nicely. Plus I enjoy reading stuff like this, I guess, though some parts can be dry, some are really quite interesting.

But yeah, maybe in five years time, you might just prove me wrong. But that means I've got five years to go, and believe you me I'm going all out.


'Cause I can't find a thing here to get it done
Someday
You will get the best of me
Oh someday
Probably when I'm old and grey
I'm lying in my bed
And I will soon be put to rest now
Sha la la la la la la la

Sunshine - Matt Costa

Got me a ticket and I won't be long 'cause I can't go on and I gotta get goin'
Got me a ticket and I won't be long 'cause I can't go on and I gotta get goin' away

Won't Be Long - The Hives

Someday I'm finally gonna let go.
I know there's a better way.
I wanna know what's over that rainbow.
I'm gonna get out of here someday.
Someday.

Someday - Shawn Colvin

*Edit: It's 7:39 a.m., and I just finished reading a few more chapters of It.

And I've got to say:

I'll never stop,
I won't give up,
Don't think I'll stop,
Won't just give you up.

And what made me think this? Weird as it might sound, it was reading about a stuttering boy who got his fingers slashed because he reached into a photograph to see a clown.

Weird thing, life.