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16 August, 2006
Face Down To The Ground
So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope...
Please ignore the lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you..
Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
Hey there. Been real stress nowadays. Well, maybe it's because of skool. Maybe, it's also partly because of sumthing else. Firstly, here's tha shit about skool. I've been thinkin to myself whether i'm all set fer tha big day. Yearh, tha exams. I've been thinking whether there's enuff time fer me to realli catch up with my studies. Especially Physics and English. Man, i realli need to get at least a B4 fer dat subject fer tha O's. Need dat fer tha course i dread. I dun want to show them dat dis talk of mine is cheap. I wanna prove to them fer real. I wanna prove to them dat dreams actually do come true. Well, at least, i wanna prove myself wrong dat life isn't juz about failures. Dun wanna be dat useless kinda kid having difficulty in finding tha right path to success. I wanna be dat kinda kid who takes it nice and steady up the stairway to heaven, they say. Man, if only i culd..
Yearh, stress is building up inside. Culdn't do sumthin about it. I wanna at least get them off my back. If only i could vomit them out thru my throat, clearing every single disturbing, bad sediments from dis body, lyk tha old and almost extinct volcano, erupting its hot, molten lava lyk its tha end of tha world, taking everyone by suprise, burning everything down dat comes on its way and... Hey, HEY! STOP!! I'm thinking too much again. DaMN..
Arhh!! I'm sooo restless!! I juz wanna mosh!! I need dat vibe. I can't possibly keep them all bottled up inside again, ryte? Well, i'm starting to show tha symptoms of tha old Zakaria again. And dat's a bad sign. Reali. I hate it when i dun noe wad to talk about whenever i'm around with my friends. I hate it when i'm all quiet again. I hate when i culdn't laugh whenever anyone crack a joke. I juz hate tha old me.. It's so eerie. Worst than a ghost. Hrmm, maybe a gud nite jog wuld do me gud. I hope it culd. Maybe after tonite's tuition session. Yearh. Ps: He's reali improving!! Haha!! He had actually memorised his A to J after two months of me teaching him!! Nice one, Zakk..=)
Well, dat's all fer now. Be updating about myself every now and then. Juz dun get bored lar. If u do, well, there's a phrase called "exit and never return." Hehx. Yes? No? Bananas? Hehx. Chill. =)
reminisced;
- 7:21 PM
