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10 February, 2006
black diamond
Yo man. Why, didn't expect me to write again..? Well, actually it wasn't planned. I juz happen to come over to my grandma's houzie n the comp was unfortunately switched 'on'. So here i go, writing my heart out. (wait, i wun write down my problems, so hakuna matata.)
One year had passed. I'm sixteen now. Shibbie. NC-16 movies, come to poppa. Rite. Many things changed now. Happy things. Sad things. For tha happy things, I got a new wallet, new phone, new hair-do, new set of brains. I use my head more than I use my mouth nowadays. Heh, and fer tha sad things, man, u wouldn't wanna noe. Reali. Things come and go. Well, let's not discuss old sentimental things rite now. Tryin' to clear my head over some deep cut. It's better to leave matters rest. Like wad they say, "if u luv someone, let them go. if dat person returns, dat person is fer u forever. if dat person doesn't, well, maybe she wan't meant fer u.." Well, everything happens fer a reason. I've got no regrets. I've learnt lotsa things. Really. One thing I learnt, "Honesty is tha best policy." Hehe. Zakaria. zakaria....
I guez i'm juz gonna go solo fer now...hey hey HEY! Wait, did i hear solo? No. I still got my Astoria rite by my side. She's gonna be there till tha end. Zakaria n Astoria forever. Man, i noe y'all think i'm sick. A guy loving his guitar more than anything else. Well, y'all can say dat again..! I'm not gonna waste other people's tyme to make them luv me. I dun reali mind who's gonna be me bride, (like maybe in 5 to 7 more years time?), so long as she accepts me as who I am. Heh, let it be "big momma" or "lil miss avril". Man, I'm real sick. Sheesh. Btw, Big Momma's House 2 is coming to town, didn't think u cared abt it.
Tmr there's gonna be a gig. I'll be there. Not planning to dress up. U noe, mascara and shitz. I'm juz gonna wear wad I think represents me best. Black, cuz dark black juz suits my dark aura which lies patiently sleeping inside. Blink. Not gonna go online any time sooner. So, dun wait fer me. Ooops, I'm sorry. I noe u wun.
Ps: I'm sorry. U noe who I'm talking about.
reminisced;
- 8:59 PM
