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20 August, 2006
Prom
Damn. My whole weekend is gone. Shit. Aight, here's wad happened. It was a Sunday morning, and i alreadi had tha jitters. My whole body was shivering lyk a cockroach being sprayed with a insect repellant. My flu's getting worst. My nose was lyk so filled with stones and pebbles, making me harder to breathe. So, my bro woke me up whether i'm goin to madrasah. I threw a pillow at him. He called mum. Then she asked me dat question again. I almost threw a pillow at her, so i juz shook my head and smiled. Rytez. Then i followed her tha kitchen, she gave me diz two small pills to swallow, which i doubt were panadols (cuz their red and so damn tiny). Went to sleep after dat. Woke up again at 11am. Alrite, dis tyme my whole head was light. Felt lyk i was floating in mid-phucking-air. I actuali swayed on my way to tha living room. I was lyk, "dude, since when i'm on crack..?" Then, i told mum about it. I saw dat sinister grinn on her face(maybe, i was juz seeing things) and she told me dat tha flu pills were meant to cause drowsiness. Then i had nuthing else to do but sleep all day. Damn. Wasted man. I culd haf gone out to Town juz now. Stupid flu!
Now, i haf to re-construct my speech plan. Well, it's tha prom speech everyone in Ms Hesley's class has to do. Shit. I hate English. It's a subject so easy yet so difficult to pass. I always failed my paper 2. And yar, i've always hated summary. But wad to do.. Hrmm, speaking of proms, i think i've thought of wad to wear on tha prom nite. Something black and red. Something lyk wad Synyster Gates wore during dat gig. Sweeet. Hehx. Hrmm... again sumthing's a miss. Shud i go with someone..? Lyk, many people was lyk asking me, "Who are goin with on tha prom nite..?" Then i was lyk, "My mum.." Seriously, i juz dunno wad say to them. Actuali, i also dunno tha answer myself. Shit la. If i say a girl's name, then who noes if somebody who actuali wants to go with her noes dat i want to go wit her, and then conflicts arise. But minus tha conflict, another question will surely pop up: Will she go with me in tha first place..?
U noe rite dat i'm a pessimist. I always think of tha worst dat culd happen. And i always think of bein rejected even though i haven't ask a certain question. It's juz me. And maybe it will always be dat way. Hrmm.. maybe fer tha prom nite, i'll juz go alone. Or wuld i..? Who noes i might gain dat courage again to ask a girl on a date after a long time.. Hehx. Things might change. I said MIGHT only..
reminisced;
- 8:07 PM
