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06 August, 2006
Shame
Dun stop if i fall,
And dun look back
Baby, bury me
And fade to black..
Hey. Been listening to MCR's music lately. Tha poem above attracted me. Heh. Rytez.. Anyways, *sigh*. Haven't u heard tha news or at least read tha papers..? I'm like totally disappointed now. Seriously, man. Here and there, they talk about how Malay teens contribute big to tha high pregnancy rate lar, gangsterism lar.. Man, wad happened to tha world..? It's lyk more and more controversy is arising, and guez wad? Most of them involve tha Malay community! Lyk hello? Isn't dat lyk 'drawing charcoal to our faces'? Ok lar, chill zakaria. Hrm, now my beautiful Sunday morning is lyk totally spoilt.. Woke up, took my bath, had breakfast then planned to go jogging, but then, i stopped. On tha dining table, i can see clearly todae's newspaper. Dude, its a picture of a teen couple sitting on a bench wit tha female teen holding sum sort of magic wand which is actually blurred in tha picture! In broad daylight some more!! Sick man. Juz sick. I juz dunno wad to say to diz group of people. They shud tink long and straight and not juz follow their beastly desires. Sick. Macam mane orang Melayu mau naik..? Haiz..
Well, let's not get my mood affected too badly. Look on tha greener side of tha field, they say. Yesterdae, had a GnR jamm session at Rhythm Masala. Went to help Fawwaz's band on tha drums. Man, i haven't seen anyone played lyk Slash live before, and yesterdae was my first. Hehekz. Their lead guitarist surely noes how to play wit scales. His legato riffs were lyk whoa. Lyk my grandma says, "menusuk kalbu". Haha. So we played full sweet covers of Sweet Child Of Mine, Knocking On Heaven's Door, Paradise City and Don't Cry. It was awesome. Never reali got tha chance to play wit people who plays old skool rock before. Nice. Fawwaz was on tha bass. Man, he's improving. I mean, he only started on dat thing lyk a year ago and he's alreadi playing lyk Duff. Heh. Hrm, as fer me, let's juz wait till next year when i'll earn my own cold hard cash to buy a brand new electric guitar. It doesn't haf to be a Les Paul. And then i'll be my own dream. *grinn*
So until next time. I'll be writing more shitz poems and i'll try to post them up fer tha sake of beautifying dis blog. Hehekz. Peace.
Ps: And fer tha teachers' day audition yesterdae, well, i've got no high hopes and i tink we did our best. Heh. Yearh, The Tributes rawked. =)
Shitz, i'm late fer madrasah..
reminisced;
- 9:23 AM
