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27 January, 2005
Shitz All Over
"sometimes,
i wish i was brave
i wish i was stronger
i wish i could feel no pain.
i wish i was young
i wish i was shy
i wish i was honest
i wish i was u not i..."
Yo man. One thing to ask. Wad in tha name of Hooter's Club is going on in my tag-board, man? It's like there's dis kid who dun love her life no more, trying to make war wit' every-bodie she sees. She ain't got them brains. She is really so damn fweakin asking for it. Who does she think she is? Wonderwoman? Well, Miss Wonderwoman here has messed wit' tha wrong kind of people. She's like digging her very own grave on tha wrong cemetary! She ain't got tha slightest idea wad me and my fwenz could do. Whoa! We're ex-2/8-ers 2004, man. Only God noes wad we're like. Damn, I'm totally sick thinking of Miss Taggie-who-ain't got-nuthin-to-do-Waggie here. It makes me puke. Aight, let's skip topic here.
I am totally in love wit' her and ain't no-bodie's gonna stop me. Not even dis kid on my tagboard! Olrite, here's a lil' re-cap of wad happened today. For tha very first time, I completed my A.Math homework, with some help from Basyir too. Hehe. Felt high todae. Reason: Ayah gave me $20 for my birthday present as he dunno wad to give me. Hehe. So, after doing homework, went out wit' family and bought myself 2 black T-shirts: Drunknmunky and dis punk T-shirt wit' a lot of spelling errors. Screw tha editor of dat T-shirt! Then, bought some food to eat. I couldn't help thinkin' of it. I think I should have followed her. Felt sorry. Felt hungry too. So I ate more. One more thing. Dat black hi-cut Converse shoes are gonna mine!!! I've got forty bucks in my hand now. Twenty more and I'll be off to dat place!!!
Man, tomorrow I'll be going to make my I.C. at dat place (I've forgotten where it is) cuz I'm already 15. I'mma go there straight after skool. Wait. Or should I go back first then head to dat place..? Hmm. Which-ever way I go, I'll be missing Friday prayers. Shitz. Nevermind. I'll be getting my I.C. on tha 3rd week of next month. Aight. Peace out...
reminisced;
- 9:23 PM
