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06 April, 2005
The Juliana Theory
"dun waste ur time on me, u're already tha voice inside my head..."
Yo man. Discovered dis quote: "Life's like a piece of play, wit' all of us playing its characters." Dat true? Hah. I wish. Well, if life really is a play, then I wish I'd juz kill my own character and take dat fweakin' director's place. So I could juz make my very own story and let everyone live happily ever after. If only dat could happen... Aightz. Recently I've been hooked on books. I dun noe why. I'm scared. Wad have I become? It's not quite me, u noe, reading thick novels wit' yellow pages. I'm juz attracted to them now. How I wish our lives would be similar, exactly tha same as tha ones in tha books. So many happy endings. Villians, they would die. Hero, he would get his gurl. And then everyone celebrates. Hmm. Now I noe why people read. They wanna experience dis thing called fantasy life, which they dun get in their real lives. Cool, huh? Yearh.
Been wanting to write dis for tha past entry. But never got tha chance. Hmm. Alrite, for 5 consecutive nights now, I've been like....shitz. How do I put dis in words..? Ok, every nite, I would juz haf dis dream. Call it a nite-mare if u want to. Life would be as usual it them. Then suddenly, dis angel would pop out of now-where. Tha funnie thing was, dat angel would be so distant from me, but yet tha feeling was so close. We never talked. I was like doing my own shitz and dat angel was sitting rite there, somewhere not near tha place I was at. When I were to come closer, mum would alwaes wake me up for skool. Haiz. Wad's dat suppose to mean? Been telling Naqib about it. He dun seem to care. So why should I? I juz..wanna noe. It happened for like 5 nites now...since last Friday. I juz hope nuthing bad would happen. Amen.
It's true tha way I feel
Was promised by your face
Tha sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you're not with me
I'm with you...
reminisced;
- 8:15 PM
