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14 March, 2005
All Too Blame
Yo man. Back from band part one. Three more parts to go. Haiz! Shitz. Anywae, came to skool at 8:20am. Then, took every percussion instruments up to tha band room. To my surprise, only naqib, ain and me turned up for our section. Tha sec 4s were having classes. Hehe. I was behaving as if I was tha SL, when Arifah's not there. We did strokes. Yada-yada. Man, skali-skaler dok I jadi leader!! Then after short warm-up, we tell ghost stories. Hell yearh. From pochong to pontianak then to count dracula...eh? Ouh. Count dracula was not in tha list. Sorry. Then fweaky things started happening. I dun noe. Bangings on tha wall, things started falling in tha store room when no-one's in there. Shitz. I was totally fweak'd out! We then said dat tha music room was haunted. Sheeze. Wat-ever.
Then, played Blue Ridge Saga shitz. Wad tha phuck. I made a total noob out of myself. Arifah not there. So I had to play tha fweakin' snare drum!! And y'all noe I can't roll on it, rite? So I kena forfeit. Haiz. People laughed. Damn stoopid conducter! Like I told Naqib and Ain, dun judge a song by its title. He was so smart-looking, yet so ah beng-like. Man. So many little things he wanted to comment. Poor Naqib. He and his suspend cymbal problem still not ok. Haiz. Then we got lectured by conductors. They said dat we should be more nervous and shitz and stop playing a fool. Wat-ever. SYF so fweakin' near. Damn scared. But, RSS band can sure do it. We can prove all of them wrong. Silver we want, silver we'll get! Aightz? Any problems? Sue me.
Why does it feel the same to fall in love or break it off. And if young love is just a game, then I must have missed the kick off. Don't depend on me to ever follow through on anything, but I'd go through hell for you...
reminisced;
- 9:27 PM
