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08 January, 2005
Life So Strange
Yo man. Been kinda sick all week. Both physical and mental. Haf u noticed tha change of blog? It's like..because I was bein' busted by some-one I noe. Man, she read all my entries and told my parents about' em! And now they're teasin' me! I hate dat person. Well, not dat hate. She's my sister after all. After my mum told me all about wad she did, my heart stopped, for4 seconds. Dat's why I became sick, physically and mentally. I've got tha flu and some brain-damage.
Man, I can't stop thinkin' of her. She's like in my every single dream. Seriously. Even tha dreams I got while sleeping in tha bus! Hehe, I could still remember dat last 2 days. U noe, we didn't talk ever since tha first day of skool. I got nutz. So I wrote dis lil' letter to her, and gave her a lil' sum-thing. I hope she liked it. Like, tha next very day, she gave me a letter. I was so damn fweakin happy she replied! Dat promise she made gave me confidence. Life is so fweakin' strange!
Juz now sum-thing happened during band. It made me panic for tha first time of dis year. She cried. I dunno wad happened till Naqib told me about it. Like dude, I was so damn worried! Tha last time I saw sum-bodie did dat is when dis person got dis phone call, juz to find out dat sum-one we love passed away... So I got down and got some things. It made me 2 to 3 rounds goin' up and down tha stairs. Gave her those stuffs, hoping dat it would made her feel better. Btw, Naqib, I owe u one for dat. Thanx man.
"so long astoria, I found a map to buried treasure
and even if we come home empty handed,
we'll still have our stories
of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
broken bones, and all the best of friendships
and when this hourglass
has filtered out its final grain of sand
I raise my glass to the memories we had
this is my wish
I'm takin' back, I'm takin' them all back"
reminisced;
- 9:40 PM
