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21 April, 2005
Madagascar
Yo man. Juz returned from Greenwood Primary. I'm tuition teacher remember? Hah! Anywaes, met my tuitees. There's 15 of them, and I'm not phuckin' kidding here. They're one whole class. 6B I think. Oh hell. Juz now's lesson was like err...u noe, I-look-at-u-and-u-look-at-me thing. Each of them holds a decent face. Haiz. How to teach? Wait! I must persevere! Dun give up. Won't give up. Gotta make them score flying colours, or watever they call it, in their fweakin PSLE. Yearh. I'll be tha happiest person in Woodlands if they pass their math. Band 1's I wish. Hehe. My hopes are damn so high. God please help me.
As usual, met Syamil at 6:45am to go to skool. Talked shitz. No lar. Stuffs to be exact. Yearh. Then in skool, nearly got caught because of my hair. Thank God it's curly, so it's not dat obvious. Hehe. It's so damn long dat it could touch my nose if I fweakin' stretch it with extra force. So lucky. First period: Fun Time period. I mean Form Teacher period. Hehe. Got mixed up. Did some survey shitz. It sux. I think I slept for a good 7 minutes. Then, other lessons followed. During recess, had my food. Then hanged around with Syamil. Got in class on time. Yada-yada. After skool, fell asleep again. 15 minutes I think. Then, waited for Ain and Cher How. And off we go to Greenwood. Haiz.
Ok people. Better Left Unsaid latest news. We've got ourselves another new song. Got it right yesterdae after band. It's called "You". Guitar parts I took from my "Princess of Eden". Well, it's supposed to be dat, but Ain got tha lyrics and she put it right into it. Thus, a new song is made. Its great. Gotta add some distort pedals to make it a blend of Emo and shitz. Dat's my plan, yar? Hehe. Anywaes, Naqib brought home a congo instrument. Nice of him. Thanx man. Elmo added a bit of percussion in tha song too. Tha song is Sss-mackin' awesome. Check it out.
Before I go, I juz wanna set it straight to some people out there. Yo, I'm an anti-cigarratte. I dun smoke though I hang out wit' them smokers. I noe wad's rite and wad's not. If I want to, I could juz ask any of them, but, wad's tha fweakin' use? I juz dun feel like doing ish like dat. Ok? No offence guys.. Peace out.
reminisced;
- 8:31 PM
