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25 February, 2005
Half Past Dead
"my head is made up of memories
most of them useless delusions
this room is bored of rehearsal
and sick of the boundaries
I miss you so much..."
Yo there. I'm a beat dawg. Try me. Lose ur step and I'll bite. SO freaking mad. Firstly, after going thru all those hard work, I found out dat my lil' sis was tha freaking lil' one who downloaded tha virus, unknowingly, into tha computer. Secondly, I've got more pimples growing in tha backyard of my bodie. Thirdly, haiz.. only me and Aziz noe about it. Argh!! I'm on edge rite now. I juz dun feel showing it off. They're all bottled up inside. Maybe someday, I wish, they'll juz explode and cause a great earthquake in dis earth. A second Tsunami maybe? Shitz. I think I better see an expert...
Juz went back from NYAA basketball. Quite fun. But shitz happen, rite? Got another shook in my stomach. Things got worst when I ate the lozenges I thought would make me better. Sorry Marv. Dude, it ain't ur fault, man. Why do I alwaes haf butterflies in my tummy?! Feel like throwing up everytime. Damn sick of it! Am I sick or sumthing? Hell no way! I played like a phucking mad man during NYAA. Phuck.
Did tha stooopidest thing today morning. I found out dat my PE shorts were tattered. So I wore a pair of other shorts dat's not labelled Riversidian. So during tha H.L. period, I was to stand in tha hall. Tha sad thing was dat I'm tha only Malay kid from tha Express Crue. Shitz. Wait, double shitz! I had to do tha aerobics on stage some more! Good thing there's Amin. We talked shitz, sang stooopid songs and rip tha living hell out of each other. No lar. Not tha ripping part. So malu. Hehe.
Some more shitz happened today. But they're better left unsaid. And yearh, dear, I understand u. Really, really. So dun feel bad, aight? Like from tha words in dat song, everybody needs some time on their own. I juz hope for tha best to happen between u and ur fwenz. Juz remember dat there's someone out there named [zakaria] who really, really cares. Dun be too stress, aight? Smile alwaes.
reminisced;
- 8:08 PM
