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17 November, 2005
Paint It Black
Yo man. Been having sum wee bit of a headache since dis morning. Dun noe why yet. Strange dream I had last nite. Heh. Me? Powerpuff gurls? Sheeze. Hehe. Sounds creepy, ain't it? Well, if my memory's correct, I think tha story goes like dis. I was juz going fer a walk in dis wierd place when suddenly dis trio whose faces were wrecked came by juz to say dat I've got mayonese on my right cheek. I was like.."Hey, aren't u supposed to be in skool?" and they were like.."Us? Aww, not really. Our teacher let us off early to fight crime." Then, I was like going "Huh? Who tha hell think they are? Powerpuff Girls?" It was then dat I saw them floating on air instead of walking like u and me. I got freaked out and suddenly woke up startled. Dude, it was 2 am in tha morning, man. I was sweating so bad. Seriously. Call me a freak if u want. I dun care. Hah! Rite now, I'm still cracking my head, thinking to myself whether tha dream was sum kinda blessing or a bad omen. Well, all i gotta do is to keep crackin...
Listening to "Alive 4: Symphony" by Kiss. Cool songs. Killer solos again. Damn. Envy him. Anywae, tha guitarist's old and will die soon. Muakakaka! Listening to their concert reminds me of The Unspoken Valentines. Been wanting to jam together recently, but tha situation's juz ain't rite. Well, I'm not forcing. Maybe when tha time is rite, then it happens. Like they say, patience brings perfection. So, let's juz wait till everyone's ready. Yesterdae was not a good time either. Ain wasn't feeling very well. And dude, I was worried. I juz hope dat she's alrite. Man, I knew I shouldn't do tha drills in tha morning, but nooo, my instincts said otherwise. Me and my phucking selfish instincts. Wanna change tha drilling standard so abruptly. Drills, shitz. Hrmm friends, I apologise fer my selfishness. Aight?
Getting my handphone back. Ooops. Correction. Collecting back my handphone from tha repair service todae. Wad a waste. 25 bucks of my Hari Raya collection gone. All because of tha phone lar! I knew we shouldn't go fer tha bus and wait fer another bus, but noooo. Result? Dropped my phone damn hard to tha concrete floor. Damn. With 25 bucks, I could get hold of a couple of shitz. Ice kachang everyone? Aight, dat's all I haf fer now. Planning to stop blogging soon. Getting a new diary, a 500-page book. I've been thinking to myself (again), wad's tha use of letting tha whole world noe of my problems when not a single one could help solve them, rite? Heh. But on tha second thought, maybe I will. Let me think about again. Rock on.
reminisced;
- 11:50 AM
