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19 April, 2005

Brave New World

"i get up around seven
get outta bed around nine
and i dun worry about nuthin' no
'cuz worryin's a waste of my time.."

Yo man. T'dae's tha day. Yar. Tha day for me to snap back to reality. No more day-dreaming. No more worries about stoopid stoopd stuff. No more shitz. Phuck shitz. Wait, not really. Actually I've got no regrets in my life. Every single thing happens for a reason. A lesson at least. Hmm. So no use of thinking too much, though I can't help it at times. Wad to do? I'm an audio learner! Heh. Anywaes, got me three bangles yesterdae. All black ones. I dun believe in black-white shitz, like wad tha shop assistant recommended me. So, yearh. Three bangles represent one thing each: me, myself and I. Hehe. Stoopid? It's meaningful! Whut-tha-heck. Got me a new badge too. It says: Rocket Queen. Wicked huh? Took tha name from a Gn'R song. Nice. U should hear it. But u're juz a diary.. So.., nevermind. Borrowed Appetite For Destruction again from Fawwaz. Juz could get enuff load of 'em. I'mma freak again! Two more weeks and I'll get dat headphones I've been hunting. Heh. Big ones. They're like a big round ears when u wear them. Cool..

Aightz, tomorrow's gonna be tha band's eating ceremony, or wad ever they call it. Seniors gonna leave also. Shitz. I hate farewells. Its worst than a funeral. Haiz. Bought them seniors gifts juz now wit' Naqib and Elmo. As usual. Cards and gifts. Haiz. I'm gonna really miss them. Totally. They've been great to us juniors for 2 years. And now, they're leaving us for their O-levels revision. Well, all I've gotta say is good luck to each of u. Yar? Hehe. Dude, why am I saying dis like they're gonna leave us for good?!! Phuck me.

Astoria's gonna meet tha world again tomorrow. Planned to bring her to skool wit' Rusydi. But he changed his plans 'cuz he's got HMT exams. So me and Astoria alone. I'm juz scared. Scared of being labelled a posser. I'm not possing a god-damn thing. I'm juz..so phucking hooked wit' rock music. So, I'm not wrong...right? Yearh! It's not wrong! And I've got no reason to be scared. I am wad I am. Words won't change me. So people out there, if ya'll dun like me nor my attitude, sue my fweakin' butt. Peace out.

reminisced;
- 8:36 PM