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14 August, 2005
Tha Un-named Feeling
Hey there. Whoa. I've been so buzie dis days dat I ain't got tha time to write. Nor do I got tha time to go online. Aight. So I've been. Ok. Last Fridae, we went spinning. At Rhythm Masala's. I dunno wad came over me dat I could barely reach out fer my riffs. Dat session was a blow fer me. It's not their fault. It was mine. Man, I dunno why I got tha blues. Was I ill? Nah. My fingers were electrified at first. And so we played Song 2, Dammit tha Ballad version and some couple of songs, which I dun quite satisfied with my own riffs. Haiz. Gave up guitars fer tha session. Picked up tha sticks and filled tha freakin toms. Yearh. I was hitting on tha drums like some kind of monster. Damn! Then I could feel it coming. Tha un-named feeling in me. Hell yearh! I started doing tha fill-ins on tha drums..like old Travis, only shorter. Last song we played was Like A Stone. Dude, it was great! Me on drums and everyone else on their parts. Finally! My mood was back! Hah! Then, Vicky and tha gang (Khairul, Amin, Naqib, Imran, Dina and her cuzzin) came. They booked another room. As our session was over, I joined them. Played Helena, tha REAL Dammit and other songs. It's rad. Amin then started playing Blink's and I sat on tha drums and did my thing. All of us there rawked! Hah.
Then in tha evening, went for a dinner at tha Yishun CC. Some kind of occasion. National Day perhaps. Too bad. We're tha only young ones there. And I really mean it. Most of them were oldies. White hair, flabby skin and toothless. Seriously. Hah. Who cares?! I came fer tha food remember? SO I ate their dishes; a total of 8 dishes. Dat's hot. Really. Its scorching hot. I ate so damn much till I almost throw up! Luckily, I sat beside dis cool gal. My mum's friend's daughter. I didn't noe why she alwaes laugh whenever I said something. Wad am I...a clown?! Juz kidding.. Actually, she kinda set tha cheerful mood. We laughed everytime tha dishes were served; laughing at tha waiter who's too fat to wear dat suit. Hehe. But damn, I didn't catch her name. Haiz. Nevermind. We had fun, rite?
Yesterdae was another buzie dae. Met up with Clive and Marcus in front of Boots N Shoes at 7 plus. Then we headed to Junction 8. It's flag day remember..? Well, not compulsory one. I juz volunteered. Maybe I'll get more "pahala". Hehe. Anyway, its fun. Many different people with many different attitudes. Some smiled while some juz throw tha early morning phuck'd up face. Man, they could at least say "no, thank u". Sheeze! Even if they only smiled at us, well, dat's considered a great donation! People dis days.. Anywae, we had great fun. Seriously. Went to Ang Mo Kio to "sell Flags". Big place. My old hometown. After about 1 plus, we went home, tired. I slept till 6pm. Hehe. Oops, I did it again.
Woke up as early as 7 fer a Sunday morning. Wad to do? No choice. Madrasah lah.. Not so bad lah. Ustaz Hamzah made me stay up in class. So goodbye to sleeping periods. Hrmm. U noe why? Man, he's cool. His interesting stories alwaes make my hair stand. About life and death. Haiz. I alwaes thought about how I will leave dis world. But come to think of it, it sounds scary enuff. Hah. I better stop thinking of dat. My life is grand. I should be thankful. So until next time, diary. Peace.
reminisced;
- 2:43 PM
