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28 March, 2005
Tha Exploited
Yo man. Juz came back from band. And now, I'm doing shitz on guitar lessons for Natalie. Haiz. Nevermind lar. I help them people, maybe I'll be more happier. Hehe. Wad-ever lar. Ok. Went to meet up wit' Syamil as usual at 6:45 am. Walked to skool. Talked a couple of shitz: from skool works to our band. Hmm. Gotta work on dat new riff I came across, yar? Can be another great single since "Better Left Unsaid". Hehe. Lyrics by Ain as always. Thought about it. Gonna make an Emo out of it. Yearh. Back to our story, reached skool at 7:10 am. Fuyyo! So many people completed their E.math projects! I felt left out. *doiiing* Then, class went normal. Except for A.math. Hah! SO many assignments never do. From Ass. 11 to Ass. 24. I'm sure gonna be tha next weakest link. Shitz. Gotta buck up. Aightz? Hehe. Ok, then nightmare began after skool. Assembly finished at 3pm. Ok, dat I can take. Fine. After dat, I discovered Naqib absent from skool. How slow could I be?! Another discovery made. Two pimples found: on my nose and on my left cheek. Shitz. So damn fweakin' obvious! So went to tha toilet and start scrapping it out. Like always, blood came trickling down. Dat is normal lar. Let's add sumthing to tha story. I figured out dat my hands were dirty, and with Sodium Chloride from our Chemistry lesson! Phuck! They're all blue and greenish. And I juz use them to scrap my two pimples!!! OAwww! Then I started to feel tha heat on tha scar (wad's left after tha pimple) on my cheek. It's burning so much dat I felt like slapping my fweakin' face over and over again! Went down to tha canteen, got me tissue paper and plaster. When applying tha plaster, slimy slimy stuff came out of tha one on my cheek. Yuk! Wiped it off and plastered it tight. I looked terrible! Like juz kena bash like dat! Went on like normal. Played music. Yearh. Got some "advice" from Mr Er regarding my bass drum. Yearh ritez. I juz followed wad he said. Yada-yada. Went home. Ibu bought me The Exploited T-shirt. Nice. Black, punk and...nice! I love it. Badabeem badaboom! Hell. Syamil lent me his CD. Punk covers. I'm now listening to I'm Not Ok/My Chemical Romance. Same old songs in tha CD. Heartbroken ones and shitz. Kinda affected me. So, I've got no mood to do my English homework. Hehe. Good excuse. At least it's better than "my dog ate it..?" Yar. Hmm.. Ain't got tha mood to write more too. I'ts better for me to phuck off first before I get phuck'd. Peace.
reminisced;
- 9:34 PM
