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22 February, 2005
Too Young To Die
Rite. Here in dis diary, I write u visions of my life. I kinda regret wad I wrote in my last post. I was juz...it's juz dat when u're really, really mad, u tend to write all those stupid stupid stuff about death and suicides. Yearh. By tha way, wad's wit' me and death?! Dude, I am too damn phucking young to die. I've got my loved ones. If I die tonite, who would love them tha exact way I do? Phuck wad I said previously. Phuck it from tha top. Look, I ain't gonna die YET. I still got some serious business to do, like loving tha loved ones...
Been feeling rather moody dis days. Eyes keep feeling so sleepy. Couldn't seem to concentrate on most of my works. Shitz. Phuck me. I didn't feel like talking to much. So I kept quite at most times. Wad tha phuck is goin' on in my fweakin' brain?! For ur info, I've been throwing up 4 times todae at skool: during recess-2X, Physics lesson-1X and after tha enrichment programme-1X. I'm no sissy who throws up every now and then, but shits in my body couldn't juz help it. I've got butterflies in tha stomach every time. I juz need to puke! And my phucking cough is like going from bad to phucking worst. Feel like cutting tha whole throat of mine off!
Hurt my puny left finger while playing "Godfather". Holla. Been trying to learn dat song. Very nice. Hmm, at least I've got my brain concentrating on other kinda shitz pretty well. It ease my mind, from thinking all sort of shitz in life. ANYway, I've been listening to 3 versions of tha song. One from Nina Rota, one from Aldek and tha other one from Slash. Whoa, Slash's riffs were all over tha place! A total rip-off! Made me watch his video concert 14 times to at least master tha first part. I think I'll be able to play it by tha end of next month, yar? Like they say, if there's a will, there's a way. By tha way, tomorrow there's band. And my sweetie-pie would be playing dat solo on Blue Ridge Saga. I'm totally proud of her, man. I'll be tha first one to support her from back. I have faith in u, aight.. Stay strong. Shitz are juz part of life. =)
reminisced;
- 9:05 PM
