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27 May, 2005
Blitz To Tha Heart
Lies. All of those shitz were nuthing but a pack of lies. I noe I've not been doing well in my studies and all, but dat doesn't give him tha right to say those things. Well, dat's wad happened during tha meet-tha-parent session. Wad was he thinking? Dammit, though many Malay boys were like losing their attitude, dat doesn't mean I'm one of them. Rite?! Like they say, in a bunch of bananas, not all of them are rotten. Rite?!
Man, I hate it when he said those words. Shot me rite to tha heart. He compared me again with tha other two. But tha worst thing was dat he made her wept with those words. I hate myself every second when she cries. Every single tears dat come from her eyes mark every single sin I've done. Man, he said those negative things dat he could see only with his naked eyes. But could he see rite thru me?! I've been slacking. Yes, dat I agree. But dat doesn't mean dat I'm a lazy asshole who takes every single thing for granted in class! And he added dat I've somehow had some diversion. Whatsup wit' dat?! Ok, let me get dis straight. I've tried very hard not to let myself get me. Aight, I dun smoke. I'm off all relationships. I watch my words, talk when necessary. I dun go around phucking whoever I see. Now wad more do they want from me?! I've sacrificed most of my personal life, trying not to get my mind messed up as far as possible. Shitz. When I dun do those stuff, they said I did 'em. I might as well do all those bad shitz rite?! All I want is someone to understand how I feel, someone to talk to maybe? I dun ask much. If only there's anyone sincere enuff to like..ask me wat's goin' on...
Why am I tha only one feeling all dis shitz? Why can't I think like everybodie else? I juz wanna be like tha other two in my class. Excel in everything. Have no shitz in life. Happy all tha fweaking time. All I ask for is peace of my mind. Haiz. And now, with all dis big responsibilities piled up on my shoulders, as a son, a brother, a friend, a student, a drum major, I continue with my life, trying my very best...
reminisced;
- 8:57 PM
