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12 May, 2005
School Of Rock 2005
Whoa!!! School of Rock 2005!!! Dude, it's like gonna be a dream come true for us! Imagine dis shit: Better Left Unsaid on tha fweakin' stage playing our very own songs wit' Ain on tha vocals, Elmo on tha drums, Naqib on tha bass and Syamil and I on tha guitars, and yearh, both of us we play back to back, him on tha rhythms and me on tha lead guitar juz like Izzy and Slash!! Woohoo!! I'm so fweakin feeling tha heat! Hah! And my dad juz gave me tha green light for dat piece of rockin' shit! Wait..wait..wait. Man, I've got to calm down. Chill aightz. I've been like writing all those wit' exclaimation marks. Hehe. Too excited. I juz need some support from some people to carry on. At least, if we only got to tha qualifying rounds, I'm gonna scream out loud on someone's ear like how I did during tha SYF results. Hehe. Ooops. Anywae, it's gonna be a good exposure for us. U noe, we'll get to noe members from other bands and we exchange contacts. Yearh. Some shit like dat. And tha best part would be tha publicity. Hell yearh. Try to visualize us in tha papers. Hehe. Dude, am I too ambitious or wad?! Hah! Well, it dun matter if we win or lose. Tha fweakin' matter is dat we've gonna haf experience and fun. Well at least I've got tha chance to play in front of a crowd. Hehe. Slash. Yearh ritez! I hope it'll turn out great. Amin.
Aightz. Todae marks tha end of my common tests, as I ain't got no Bio nor POA stuff. Yearh. Finally. Hmm. So far dis week had been a true challenge for me. I've been having headaches, extreme ones. Couldn't sleep. No appetite to eat. And if I do, after tha meal, I would feel nauseous and wanna puke. And because of dat, I'll lose my concentration over anything. Couldn't even read a book! Haiz. I juz dun seem to understand myself. I dun noe wad's wrong wit' me. I've been vomiting quite a lot diz days. And I noe it's not aneroxia! Touch wood! I juz hope nuthing serious is happening in there. Where was I? Ouh rite. Common test. Anywae, tomorrow's gonna be movie day. Well, dat's wad we're gonna do: watch some movie called Coach Carter or sumthing like dat. And I'm gonna watch tha 10:30 am slot. 'Fridae prayers'. Hehe. Then after tha show, I'll meet up wit' Fawwaz. Booked a room. A JAMMING ROOM. Sheeze. Clear ur mind. Gonna teach him drums. It'll be a tough ride. But I'm gonna go for it. I've teach some-bodie before and I've succeeded. Anywae, helping others is fun. Seriously. I like tha look on their faces when they get it. So...happy. I wish I'm like dat... Haiz. I hope Astoria will live on. U noe, her third string is dying. Like...about to snap?! I juz dun wanna lose somebodie precious in my life again. Man, though she's juz a guitar, she's my life. My thoughts and feelings are alwaes expressed by my riffs. Slick staccato ones are happy feelings of mine. Long legatto ones represent my deep, deep feelings from tha heart. Haiz... Why did she had to leave....? Err...ok. Back to our story. I'm gonna teach Fawwaz drums. Yearh. I hope I'll make him another Nicko McBrain. Ambitious thoughts again. Hehe. *sniff* Aightz. Dat's it.
Got my results. So far, failed 2 subjects. English and E.math. Haiz. Wad to do. However, I've passed humanities wit' good greds. 70 over 100 overall. Hehe. Second in class after Nadiah. Tha rest of tha subjects are pass. Hmm. Ok lar. But still can do better. Yupz. I believe I can fly. *doiiing* Heck cares lar. One more thing. Bye bye long hair, hello short hair. Cut my hair yesterdae. Went home early cuz' tha pain in my head was too much. Then, dengan tak sengaja, my dad's all free. So I ask him to cut my hair lar. Anywae, it's long. So..yupz. Aightz. Dat's all for now.. Rock on.
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- 6:34 PM
