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02 March, 2005

Lock And Loaded

"no chance that I could win
too hard to not give in
i just don't feel the same
cause i'm the one to blame
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me.."

Yo, man. Juz came back from Skool's Cross-country at MacRitchie Reservoir. Three words: Dead Fweaking Beat. I'm so damn fweaking tired from running. I think I shouldn't haf ran to represent my class. Shitz. I felt awful. Our class didn't won. But at least, Elda won sumthing. Good job, man. *clap-clap*

After tha run, I felt so fweaking light. Felt like I could juz collapse to tha muddy-muddy ground and won't wake up till tha next day when tha nature calls my name. Hehe. Met a couple of munkys along tha way. I actually waved at them to kill my tiredness. I'm going bananas. Then it happened, when I was resting. I could feel it again. It goes *bloob-bloob-bloob* in my stomach. Hell double yearh. I quickly went to tha back of tha bushes and let out a huge vomit. Shitz. Water overdosed. Felt easy. Then it happened again. Phuck. Felt tha stomach talking to me. It's like telling me, "puke! puke! haha! puke!!!" I was so malu. Zhiling was there. She told me if anything's wrong wit' me. Man, I could juz say, "no lar. i'm doing dis to kill time. it's my hobby. fun wad?!" But on tha second thought, she sounds a lil' bit concern. Well, thanx! Felt better after dat. Met Amin. Talked some shitz. Yada-yada. Laughed. Hehe. Guess wad? Excorcist scene not finished!! I had Amin to follow me to a quiet place wit' no one watching. I puked my whole fweaking head off like tha gurl in dat movie!! Dat was tha worst puke I had ever made! And by tha look on Amin's face, he seemed to be doing tha funnie funnie face thingy. U noe, tha kinda face u do when u feel disgusted? Hehe. I even had tha chance to crack a stooopid joke straight after dat. Went to tha gang behaving rather nuthing had happened. Whoa, I could sure be one of tha Grammy Award Nominees. Hehe. Yada-yada.

Going home time. I was searching for her. Failed. Maybe she'd gone home wit' her fwenz. Hmm.. So I went wit' tha guys. Headed to tha Makan Place at Ang Mo Kio. Places seemed familiar cuz I had Madrasah there. Got me Nasi Goreng and a cup of Lychee juice. It was totally smacking-my-tummy! Yum-yum! Then went to pray at tha mosque wit' some fwenz: Naqib etc. Next, we went jalan-jalan for a while. Nite time was really nice. Headed home at about 7:45pm. Took MRT. Built sand-castles in tha air. Stood there in tha MRT all alone. Woke up, it was olreadie at Sembawang Station. Stopped at Woodlands and took 913 home. Couldn't forget dat dream I got in tha MRT. Until now. So.....haiz. And now, I'm so sleepy I could sleep till tomorrow evening. Write in u next time, yar? *switched-off*

reminisced;
- 9:26 PM