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08 July, 2005
Chapter 4
Yo man. All stiff upper lip rite now. Hah! Down wit' a lil' bit of wierdo shitz for tha past couple of weeks. Yes. It's been a long time, man. I'm alive, and still kickin'. Ain't dead yet. Man, it's been hard dis couple of days. Hmm. Tell u wad, diary, how bout me tell itchy bitchy u how my life's goin' rite now.
Lemmie start wit' tha crucial shit dat I think had changed tha impression of how people look at me aight now. How do I say dis..? Let's juz start wit' dis. As tha Drum Major, I'm like totally held responsible over tha disciplinary shitz of tha whole band. I had to change their attitude. U noe, to be serious over shitz and not play some fool. In order for me to do dat is to be a freaking freako. I had to shout my phuckin' throat off at people till I made tha inside part of my throat bleed. Well dat shit people dun noe. Wad they noe is dat I'm juz some phuckin' DM screaming my head off for fun, peace and joy. Well, dat's wad I think. Ok, tha fact is dat I hate my job. U noe me, man. I'm not dat sort of guy who talks. Ok, I do talk but not dat much. I like to keep things to myself. And now, things have to change. I hate to scold people, if u noe me very well. It's not really me. Haiz. If only people understand..but I dun think I really want them to. For now, I juz wanna apologise to all RSS band members for screaming at ur faces last Wednesday and for future practices. I have no choice. Y'all dun need to understand. Like I said, think before u do stuff. Aightz?
Now, let's talk some shitz. And I really mean shitz. I'm so phuckin' bored now. Did tha port folio half-way, then handed it in. Hah. Ouh yar. Rockfest 2005 beside Causeway Point last Sunday was a blast. Solid. Bands ranging from my age, to my dad's age. Too bad Better Left Unsaid ain't performing for tha School of Rock competition. We're juz ain't ready, I guess. Anywae, dat OBS might collide wit' tha audition date. Haiz. But fear not, maybe we're thinking of sumthing rite now. I won't say it cuz I'm afraid it won't happen. Hehe. Back to tha Rockfest. Vinnie rawked. Dat band totally blew my ass. Killer guitar solos. Shitz. They played My Chemical Romance songs. Whoa. And tha bassist a.k.a. vocals was juz a 14 year old kid. Smaller than me, bigger talent than me. Haiz. Man, I really wanna learn blues technique. Blues scales are murderous. So, Astoria, I hope u're ready for dat kinda shitz, aight baby?
Yesterdae, me and Syamil made a recording. It's called 'Tha Burp Itch Project', saved in my hp. Dude, I didn't noe dat I was a monster. After tha playback, I thought I heard Godzilla burped after a buddy meal. Actually, we wanna make a burping challenge. But Syamil couldn't find his inner him. Try again next time, man. Hahax! I really dun noe whether its a gift or a curse, but it sure sounds smoke'd. I hope there's a cure for dis itch. Hehe.
Hey, dat's a wrap for now. I'll write on u in our next chapter. Peace. *wave* *smile*
reminisced;
- 6:41 PM
