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11 March, 2005
Shitz Won't Kill Me
"i hear the phone it rings so violently
can't leave my room, can't breathe since she left me
i will admit i hate those things i said
girls will always cry, guys will never admit they did..."
Yo man. Wad a fweaking day! Hah! Well, it's not so fweaky, but it was fun! Aight firstly, we had A.Math lesson while all tha other classes were having their common tests, though A.Math were kinda head-spinning. Hell, we had fun. Then, dis lady teacher came to our class and asked for volunteers to help give tuition to Greenwood Primary students. Feeling rather heavy-hearted, I signed my name. I was tha first to do so! I'm proud. Anywaes, I won't be having any shitz on thursdays after skool. So why not help tha needys?!
Then later on after skool, when to tha music room. Met Arifah. She got tha key to it. I brought down tha snare drum and tha crash cymbals to tha student council room. Reached there, juz to find out dat we won't be using tha instruments and dat we'll be provided wit' all those ish. After dat, when to tha field and played dis game where every-one chases dis one fweaking ball around. Aight aight!! We played soccer, against ex 2/5. Us were tha ex-two-eighters team. Phuck. It was a so-fweaking violent game. Hah! I got hit at tha balls, and I really mean it!!! Dude, I couldn't felt it move no more! It's like it stayed numb or sumthing. Shitz. Then I got a fweaking muscle cramp on my right leg. It was like I've got stones in them. Thanx Shakir for tha help. =) I think I won't be here if he weren't there. Recovered quickly. Time's almost up and enemies had scored 2 goals. Shitz. Went for extra time. Guess wad? A miracle came and we scored 1 goal!! And guess who's tha scorer? Hehe. It was me. Funnie ain't it? I laughed to myself too. Hah! It was all thanx to Mr Shakir there who crossed tha ball so beautifully to tha front and I shoot. Man, he was great! Woohoo, after all dat shitz I've been thru', I've scored 1 fweakin' goal for tha team! How tough was dat?!
Guzzled a few cups of Zapple after dat. Had a tummy ache after dat. S-mokin! So I sat there on tha chair. Trying to ease myself slowly after dat incident at tha field. My tummy really hurts. Want to vomit but, I'll juz waste my time only! Stayed for NYAA. But didn't go. I've completed it anywaes.. So, tomorrow's gonna be tha nite. Tha practice at Singapore Conference Hall. Am I correct? Phuck it. Anywaes, I'll be wearing my snickers. Slick snickers. Yearh. But first I'mma cut my hair first. Gonna make it short. *duh* Then I'm gonna comb it like slickie. Aight. Can't wait for it to happen. Yupz.
reminisced;
- 6:26 PM
