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09 May, 2005
Anorexia My Ass
Aww shitz. I've got me a terrible headache. Tha worst since 4 months ago. Phuck it. Been having it since Chemistry Test. Man, dat paper was hard. I've under-estimated it. Aight. Eversince then, dis pain in my head started to grow. Hmm. Snow-ball effect thru' time. U noe wad I mean.. It's making my head wanna explode into fragments of skull. It goes *dup Dup. dup Dup* inside like tha tickings of a timer bomb. Recess time juz now, I threw up again after Afiq told me dis gruesome shit about some animal's semen. Yuck! I ain't never gonna sink my teeth into one of dat bread again! After dat, I heard some stoopid stories about dis boy in our skool who was told to have dis shit called aneroxia. And aneroxia's supposed to be an eating disorder which causes tha patient to vomit his head off again and again. Dude, it hit me rite to tha heart! Like..who else among tha sec 3 classes throw up every now and then?! Tha only one I noe is when I look in tha mirror, I saw tha person rite in front of phucking me! And I noe I dun suffer from any aneroxia shitz....rite? Hell yearh I dun! So it must be somebodie else.. Definitely!
Ok. Straight after skool didn't go for Mr Goh's math lesson. I couldn't. I've gotta teach Aziz and Syamil E math for tomorrow. How I wish I could go to dat class juz now... Wait! No regrets aightz. Anywae, we still had fun learning. Went to Syamil's crib. Whoa, his mum really make her french toasts all wire'd up. Yearh! Nice and tasty. Anyway, we did a couple of math exercises. Meanwhile, Aziz was up to his thing. Hehe. Made me laugh out till I snort. Hah! Stoopid things he alwaes do. Listened to some songs along tha way. Man, I felt good teaching them. I gave some-bodie tuition. Woohoo. A lil' pat on my shoulders maybe? Or do I deserve a kick in tha arse for dat slurpee shitz. Hehe. Now, me and Syamil are official Slurpee freaks. So, hail us. We'll rock tha whole slurpee inc. Dat is IF my headache's all gone. Peace for now.
reminisced;
- 8:20 PM
