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20 December, 2004
T.N.T.
Like dude..my brain is like goin'..*kaboom*! Hell yearh, man. It's like bein' hit by some kind of [bomb]. Oh man. Guess wad? A pig flew and waved at me! Syke! Of course not! Hah! A pig? Fly? Not in dis life of mine! Actually, dat secretary from our skool called. No, not dat she wanna date me out or somethin', (hah! i wish!) but she only called to tell me dat I'm one of tha 2 students who receive dis so-called "assistance" from some C.C. I think. Like man, I'm gonna get dis $250 worth of voucher for my skool textbooks! Oh hell, I jumped my ass off when I heard about dat shit. Like dude, I've been prayin' all nite for dis to happen. Alhamdulillah! Well, at least dis some-how help my parents settle my skool books shit yada-yada..man, I feel so..*kaboom*! Only God noes tha way I'm feelin'!
Oh, watched Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam juz now. Man, there's a lotta sad happenings in tha movie. Here's a re-cap of tha movie. Mariam, a so-called "pri madonna" was robbed after bein' stabbed wit' a parang shoved up her stomach during pregnancy by some jackasses. When her fwenz returned, she told her to save tha baby by old-skool operation. U noe, cut tha stomach, get tha baby out, cut tha long thing on it's belly WITHOUT any drugs used. Man, there's a whole lotta blood! I nearly [pass out]! Dat's about tha time she became tha [pontianak], hunting everyone at nite. Until one very day in tha modern time, tha [killer] was haunt'd again by Mariam's daughter (remember?) who was called Maria. Figured any resmblances? Yearh, she's got every single features her mother had, like her face, her hobby which is to dance, and even dat birth mark on her neck dat looked like tha mark which was left when her mother was hammered. (alahai, kena paku-lar..) I'll stop rite here. Tha story is way longer. If u wanna noe tha ending, watch tha damn movie.
Dat's kinda all. Wait, tomorrow's gonna be tha nite. Dat concert lar. Felt so tired to go..but I had paid tha money, man. $12. Dawg, it's like gonna be from 7 to 10 pm. I should be at home watchin' TV, man, at dis time. Tough luck, eh. Juz hope dat something great will happen tomorrow at tha concert, like a pig flying by, yelling, "Stop dreaming!" at me. Well, dat's about all to be said. Me signin' off wit' a broken-to-be right knee.
reminisced;
- 8:30 PM
