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15 October, 2005
No Use For A Name
watching u walking down tha hallway
it makes me sink into my own driveway
and as i look and stare into the wall
i felt tears running down like rainfall - better left unsaid
Dude..like..hakuna matata! No more worries about tha end of year examz. Yesterdae was tha last of tha end of year shit. A math paper. It was a terminator. I was like sweating so bad it was raining at tha back of tha class. Seriously, it seemed so eazie when I was doing my revision. But as I flipped tha pages of yesterdae's paper, I myself flipped. Those questions were like written in Greek or sumthin. I really didn't understand a single question until I read tha logarithms question. Dat kinda relieved me. I was looking around while doing tha paper and I saw many hands scratching heads. While some people were doing tha paper seriously, I was like looking around, staring into space thinking tha different punishments I could get if a failed tha paper. Tha funnie thing was, in those thoughts, I could see an electric chair!Then, finally, as tha bell rang, everyone was sighing very loudly. Dude, I sit at tha far back. I could see almost everything in tha class from my view! So, dat was it. Tha last tha of Judgement Day.
Brought Astoria to skool. Planned to go spinning after dat with The Unspoken Valentines and Amin. Kinda enjoyed ourselves there at R.M. Played Better Left Unsaid a coupla times plus other songs. And yearh, hehe, I've noe how to play Dun Phunk Wit My Heart's intro. Kinda learnt it fer fun. Well, my sis brought home Monkey Business, and she was like listening to it at tha maximum volume at tha radio IN MY ROOM. Now, tell me, would u get pissed? Man, it's a good thing it's tha Ramadhan period, or I would have hanged her upside down. But, like they say, if u can't beat them, join them. So, I went into tha room, straped up my marching snare, and played tha solo rhythms in dat book Mr Neo gave. I played it in fff dynamics. Now, who's tha devil now? (though i noe all devils are being locked up rite now..hehe)
Back to tha story. Elmo recorded Better Left Unsaid two times in his mp3 player. Sounds wicked. And I really mean wicked. Tha solo was awful! Man, I've gotta repair me fingers again. They're dying of dehydration. Hehe. Anywae, we made a new song. Its called You. It was created when me and Syamil played a rhythm and Ain juz joined in. Tha song's rad. Well, I dun think Dejavu is appropriate. So, let's juz strike it out. Overall, I kinda enjoyed myself with tha gang. Btw, met Fawwaz there at R.M. with his band. Shibby. Rockers united.
Hey, 19 more days to Hari Raye. Woohoo. Check it out. Bought my baju raye olraidy. It's tha Telok Blangah type. Round neck with one big button. It's gonna be blue with pinkish colour. Kinda dull lar..but it's nice. Quite big also. Heh. Can't wait fer tha day to come.
Dis Monday's a skool holidae. BUT, there's band practice. Well, long time never drill them. Dis Mondae would be a come back fer me. Muakakaka. One bad news. All tha Muslim people would be excused...but me. Ouh wad tha heck. It's my responsibility and I can't run away from it. Rite. So until next time. Peace.
reminisced;
- 3:35 PM
