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15 February, 2005
Don't Leave Me
"the drops of rain they fall all over
this awkward silence makes me crazy
the glow inside burns light upon her
i'll try to kiss you if you let me..."
Yo man. Felt so good. Hehe. Yestderdae went so smooth. I think. Yay! She got me Velvet Revolver 's Contraband!!! I felt so... man, only I noe how I felt!! Actually, I didn't quite expect anything from her. It's up to her to either give or not. Hehe. But she got me dat CD!!! I'm soooo wired-up!! Thanx man. I feel like hugging her. =)
All I gave her was dis box of sumthin, a card and a CD which I made its cover myself. Tha CD is a compilation of my favourites love songs. Tha songs are all meant for her. Man, I planned to sing them all to her, but my voice couldn't juz hit tha notes! Haiz. Well, at least I've got to design tha cover. Not so bad lar. Like real CD from Universal! Sheeze. Braggers go to hell. Anywae, all tha things I gave have meanings of their own. Aight?
A lil' re-cap of shitz happened juz now. Fell asleep during E.Math lesson. I sat in front, so not quite obvious lar. *doiiing* Then, went for recess. There's food rationing or some shit like dat. It's a good thing I brought along a long pack of biscuits. Then after skool, did some E.Math shits. Couldn't stand it lar. Very head-spinning! Did some staring-to-space too. Dreamed about tha day I fell down a never-ending stairs. Then some-one woke me up. Dunno who. So I concentrated back on math. Hehe. Tha dream's quite scary. Thought about it for a while. Then everyone left. Leaving me and Hamzah alone. I told Hamzah to accompany me to wait for her. Dat's wad he did. So we talked and talked and talked. Then he told me a secret of his dat no-bodie should noe. Hehe. I laughed at it. Then suddenly a laughing syndrome broke out. There's dis one sec one gurl who sat wit' her ignorant fwens. She began to speak to herself and then laugh her head off, and she would stop so suddenly! She kept doing so a lot of times. Hamzah and I couldn't tahan, so we laugh lar!! We laugh, they laugh. Suddenly from one corner, a group of kids started to laugh. Man, wad tha phuck is goin' on? Then, Hamzah went home. I walked home wit' her. Reached home, turned on tha machine, played Contraband very loudly. Then got scolded from my mum.
Dude, I could play Still Loving You [Scorpions] on the guitar!!! It's like a tha best thing I sould do ever since Sweet Child o' Mine! Good shit, Zakaria. Keep it up. Dat's all I could say for now. Peace out.
reminisced;
- 9:31 PM
