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13 March, 2005
Stoopid Me
Yo man. Did tha stoopidest thing ever todae. Didn't realise wad I was doing until I press tha stoopid stoopid button which says: CLICK HERE. Ouh phuck! So stoopid of me to go and write them all, one after another. Shitz. Oh hell, wad's done is done. Wad more could I do? All I wanna do is juz to help make her feel happy...? But wait. At tha same time, I found out something a wee bit strange about it. Same IP, different people? I better start checking my self thru'....
Anywae, skipped madrasah again. Wad to do? Todae's tha fweakin' Sports Day shitz and I'm so fweakin' tired after yesterday's event. Dude, last nite was GWwwEAt!! Aight. Actually, our first perfomance kinda suck real bad. Yearh. I lost my concentration off dat Laughing Buddha. Laughing Buddha? Mr Ong? Get tha picture? Want me to give u a polaroid of their resemblance? Rite. So, as I was saying, I kinda fweak'd out when I saw his phuckin' face. Gave me nitemares! Back on our sits, I disturbed Elmo thru' sms. Told him dat Miss Bandung was there and dat I could send Elmo's regards to her. Elmo cursed at me. Hah! Then, I got tha urge to make a phucking fool out of myself. Yearh. I thought, tha first one suck, wad tha phuck? Man. So be it! Tha second one's gonna be a bomb. And so it did! I played like a fweakin' expressive child who..who had his dynamics all around his ass!! Yar! Tha aftermath was dat, tha percussions section got praised by Arifah. Woohoo. Well done, y'all! Tha shitz finished at about 11pm. After dat, we went home. Took tha skool bus. Went crazy in it. Sang Sum 41 songs out loud. Damn I was drunk! Reached skool at about 11:45pm. Got me a coke at 7 eleven. Then went straight home.
Couldn't take my eyes off her. Really. No lie. Felt so phuck'd when she weren't there wit' her fwenzies when I reached skool. Stayed quiet. Then, when taking attendance time, her fwenzies told dat she'll be late. My heart suddenly bounced. Quickly I went to tha toilet to pee. Dude, it's true. She was late. In tha bus, couldn't stop dreaming of her. I wanted to puke, but when I think of her, tha throwing up feeling was gone! I juz miss her, man... Aight. Gotta go. Holler, Holmes!
reminisced;
- 2:01 PM
