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11 August, 2004
Pissed-off Kid
Hail-low, Mr Diary-man!! (Rite, I called u dat juz to cool me down. I haven't thought of a name for u yet. I was juz playin' names.) Hah, ok, I did dat becuz I was so damn pissed-off t'dae. Why? I'll tell u why, u lil buzie-bodie fweak of nature! Shitz happened, dat's why!! B'fore I say any-thing dat might hurt, (hell yearh diz words gonna hurt), I would like to say sorry to thoze beings dat'll be mentioned in dis 'essay'! Man, I really can't help it. Dis shit's gonna flow like tha Niagra Falls!
To start off, I'll tell u about dis shit dat happened in skool. I was doin' PE when sum-'Wan' kicked a damn soccer ball rite into my fweakin' face. It hit my bloody specs and made it look crooked! Man, how was I to see wit dat out-of-shaped glasses?! I felt as if I would juz give him a punch to hell, but it juz ain't right. It wasn't me at all. Patience... Well, I behaved normally and I kinda forgave him. Man, shit happens, rite?
Later on in Malay class, another shit happened. Cikgu Sulastri was talkin' about how she knew about dis boy-gurl-relationships dat's goin' on in our class. Out of tha fweakin' blue, my name was mentioned. Holy crap!! They said I had dis 'thing' goin' on wit a sec 1 gurl whose name I won't mention. Whoa!!! Tha gossip thing has oraidy got on my nerves! I'm single, and will STILL be single until I meet my princess beauty, u dig?! I remained as quiet as possible, though I did a coupla stoopid things.
Then, when I was to go home from skool, a different shit happened. Thought of goin home wit' some fwenz. Guess wat happened? Most of them went 'rolling'. Oh fuck their smokin' habits!! I ended up goin' home wit a couple of fwenz who were not bad. Here comes tha best part. My Ez-link card had some problems but I still went to take tha bus. Upon reachin' tha control station at Admiralty MRT, dat lady told me dat it had some-how spoilt, cannot be used no more!!! She added dat I'll haf to go to Yishun MRT station to make a new one. Wat a bummer!!
I went home lookin' kinda sick. Sick to death. Man, why did diz shits happened to me?! Wat did I do? Is dis some kind of test? Wat-eva it is, I've accepted it wit' a sense of repent. It's a good thing I didn't swear my fwenz' namez out loud. Hmm.....well, dat's all for t'dae. Anywae, I'm sorry... Peace.
reminisced;
- 5:54 PM
