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29 December, 2004
Eight of Nine
"If only I had one wish,
I'd want a million trillion lifetimes
That I could spend with you...
Fall in love with you again and again."
Yo man. I think I'm having it. U noe, tha fever. Like man, every-thing was so perfect in tha morning. Yearh. Played basketball like a mad kid gone wild. Jumped here. Jumped there. Good thing I got to save tha ball from going into our basket. Hahakz. Man, I could feel it. Feeling so weak. Here's a lil' re-cap on tha things dat happened juz now. Btw, Aziz, u'll alwaes be my nigga, aight?! Thnx man.
Woke up rather early. At about 5.14 am. Then fell asleep again till 5.45 am. Figured out dat it's too damn early and tha temperature was so damn down, so I slept again till 6.30 am. Dat's about tha time I went to tha bathroom and took a very long pee. (pardon my language) It was really so fweakin' cold, or was it juz me..? Anywae, didn't had my breakfast. Got to skool at 7.12 am. Went to a nearest shop and bought two packs of 'keropok's juz to feel my stomach. At least I felt 1/5 full. Enter tha skool. Yada-yada-yada. Fell in. Did some drills. Went up tha music room. Put my guitar down. Went down to play some basketball. I was feeling ok. Actually I was in perfect shape. So there I was, playing basketball like I've never played before. After dat game, it came. Felt shivers all over my bodie. So I sat down, bought a pack of Green Tea and drank it in one whole shot. Then my eyes began to itch, both of them. I pretended to be ok during tha first half of tha practice.
Tha percussion crue went lunch together. We ate at tha food mall at Causeway Point. Got me-self a bowl of ice-kachang. Wad could I do? It's so damn delicious. Syke! Actually I love getting brain-freeze. Hah! Got 6 shots of brain-freeze. Totally brain-freezing. And I mean it. Tha air-con made me conditions worst. After dat bowl, I suddenly realised dat I got fever. So stooopid. Went jalan-jalan for a while before going back to skool.
Played Singapore Rapsody and Blue Ridge Saga. It stinks, well at least dat wad he said. Dat fat guy. Who was his name again? Nevermind-lar. Had sectionals after dat. Brought Astoria along. Hehe. Thought it would be so boring. So we practised tha songs first, before I played it. Anyway, we had a rolling test. I passed. Teehee. Man, I pity Veerappan. It's like, tha rest of my friends keep picking on him. They would laugh when he got scolded. I found dat a wee bit cruel. Imagine ur-self doing some stupid mistake and every-bodie laughed and made fun of u, including some-one u trust. Back to my story. I let Ain listen to tha rhythm for dat new song I made. Man, she gave tha green light! Yearh! So me and Naqib told her to write tha lyrics for it. Tha thing was, we ain't got no story line, u see. So it's kinda hard. Then I put on a 'gig' where all tha percussionists hear me play Astoria. It went cool.
Yada-yada-yada-blah-blah-blah. Then we had our combine. Got dis piece: Can't Take My Eyez Off You. Hell yearh, I'm gonna play tha drum set! But, it's so damn hard. Harder than YMCA! With all dat fill ins. Whoa! But I'll try it anywae, man. Then it came again. Felt so weak. My neck's all tensed. Felt so sleepy during tha combine. Cannot tahan. Fell asleep standing beside tha bass drum.
Went home alone. Planned to walk from Causeway Point. Damn, my eyes were killing me. Went a couple of miles or should I say blocks before meeting Aziz on tha way. We walked home together. Man, he's great. (I'm saying dis in a best fwen to best fwen way. Pls, I'm not gay!) I told him some shits bottled up inside my heart. I nearly cried, man. But shit, I won't even shed a tear. It involves my water face, u noe. So he gave me a couple of advices. Dude, it feels so good to let every-thing out! Like pulling a nail dat has been stuck'd in ur foot for a very long time! So I went home a happy, satisfied kid, though I had dis sting in my eyes.
Wow! Never thought I would write dis long! Phuck me! Damn, so much things happened t'dae. Yet, nuthing changed. I think she likes some-bodie. Though I didn't ask directly. Like man, she'll alwaes be my crush...
reminisced;
- 7:52 PM
