07 December, 2004
Why Do Evil Men Get Away Wit' It?
Yo man. Like, t'dae seemed to be like any other ordinary day. I was bein' pushed again, and by u-noe-who. Semua-nye, "Abang, boleh tolong buat ni? Boleh tolong buat tu?" They all told me to help' em wit their things. Dat's fine. I boleh handle. Guess wad? At tha time I needed their help, they juz say," Buat sendiri, ar!" or "Tak boleh!" wit' dat stupid puny face! Siaper tak bingit?! Sometimes, I can't even had tha chance to argue even though I could. Anywae, wad's tha fweakin' point, man? I could juz yell at their faces or even slap their faces so damn loose. Tapi buat aper? Buat sakit-kan hati orang aje! They'll juz follow my actions pasal I'm their Abang, aper? Remember dat game 'Follow The Leader'? I think I won't do dat no more. U noe, buat orang marah. Sakit-kan hati diorang rase macam bunoh diri. Sakit hati sendiri. So now, I'm like gonna let any-thing goes. Dude, I've got nuthing to lose. I've been loosing anywae. U noe exactly wad I mean.. Though I kept on loosing it (my temper) during my old dayz, I figured out now dat doing so would do me nuthing. I guess tha only way to do it is to do what-ever they wanted me to do, and then maybe they'll do wad I want, wit' some reverse psychology of course! Haiz. Boleh mati, dok!
reminisced;
- 9:01 PM