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16 January, 2005
Piece Of Mind
"out of every girl I meet,
no other can compete
i'd ditch em all for a night with you.
i know you don't believe
you mean this much to me
but I promise you that you do..."
Yo man. Two words: Phuck Me. Yearh. Phuck me SIDE-WAYS. So damn tired. Like dude, I had to wake up at about 5:30 am when every little fweakin' people got to sleep. Wad-ta-boopie-dooie?! And all becuz I've got to attend madrasah. Yearh, when all my fwenz had to go to An-nur or other nearer mosques, I've gotta go to lil' miss Ang Mo Kio to study! Can u dig it?! Damn! Thank God Fawwaz was there. Man, he's like my bestest best-fwen I've ever had over there. Like he's into tha kind of music I'm in, tha kind of gurls I'm lookin' for and most important shit of all, tha kind of food I eat. Hell yearh. We're like into shits like M&ms and Maltesers, Slash and guitars, rock music yada yada... It's like we share tha slightest shits. Tha only difference is dat he's white and I'm black. (I'm black and I'm proud!) We're like B.O.D. over there in Ang Mo Kio. Back to t'dae's story. Like..I reached skool at 8:14 am. Meet everyone. Went to class. Shit. Ustazah Nafsiah absent. New teacher took over: Ustazah Balqis. She's a story-teller, man. She told stuffs from way back in tha "Times". Didn't slept in class. Got sum M&ms to chew on. Slick. Didn't get caught though I sat way in front. Hehe. Btw, Affan, goodbye. Hope u'll get to meet sum-one like me over there at As-syafa'ah, even though it's limited. Peace man.
.Yesterdae.
Had a band exchange at *.M.S.S. It's a methodist skool. U noe, Christian skool. Like, there's C.C.H.S. (Yishun), Woodlands, Woodgrove and some more. Able to see Miss Bandung. Elmo sure missed her a LOT!! Haha! Dat bandung incident really made mui laugh. Whoa, tha Woodgrove gurls were like wearing budget skirts. It's like they ain't got enough cloth for them. So damn fweakin' short! Caught sight of a couple of hot-shots, but like I say, none can compete 'her'. Tried not staring at them. Staring made me head feel very light. Teehee. I wore macscara at dat time. I could see staring eyez laid on me. Like, I could juz say, "Dude, u got something in ur eyes? U want me to take care of them for u?!" but I was like, "Dude, is there a smudge on my eye? Wanna wipe them for mui?!" instead! Bummer! Yearh, one more thing. Dat fat stuff they call Mr Ong can wipe my arse wit' his belly! He's like a pain on tha bottom. I mean ASS! He comment'd as if he could play every single instruments so perfect! Double dill-hole! I admit we played not-so-good-ly. But couldn't they understand?! Anywae, some people shed tears. I wanna. But wad's tha fweakin point? We only need a lil' more time to be able to be on tha same shoulders wit tha other silver bands. Juz believe in ourselves and an itchy-bit of practice will do. Trust me. Music haf no limits...
reminisced;
- 8:52 PM
