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hmmmx... last entry was gig dae..?? fuck! but who cares... mine here is lyk who gives the fuck! of what spiders that are growing in here... taggys are dead... both... all left are sappy notes of mine as far as i can remember... but am i emo..?? fuck no! there's this emo mood going on arnd me... and hell yeah i salute my peeps fer having to go through those in silence... even i was falling into that trappy atmosphere... but been doing much thinking todae... in that freaking green army van all the wae from pasir laba camp at Jurong to hQ nCc at angmokio... was thinking why i was trying to be emo... im rejected... hell no! never made the move in the first place... 3 is a crowd dammit! so why..?? tell me why..?? then i tried syariff style of blasting music into me... trying to make me emo... and then i thot wow this guy could emoed his wae thru this... and then i thot so... yar he had probs wae beyond mine... and fer that i admit ur "aku king" shit...cos i had blasted music in my ear then and before even todae all the wae from yishun mrt station back home as i walk s l o w l y and fuck i did not end up emo... i ended shouting the lyrics of those songs out by myself... so i guessed i can be emo... but its not the tym... and hell yes i can wait cos im not in the rush to be emo... im a reject... yes yes... but im not yet rejected... theres still path fer me... to the rejects... u guys rawk my lyfe... my peeps... all and i mean all!! u guys just made me appreciate u guys more than ever... even sumtym to the extend of exceeding my apppreciation to my family... well past tymes... after Os... been jamming... singging... pooliNg or wutever... and i realised... that i can take things slow and yet be happy wif wut i have... wif my peeps... ncc lyfe made me even more happier cos it feels the busyness in me... well than i had to move to this feeling of love... and yazid i fuck understand how you feel... hoping to see the gurl even fer a split sec... fantasizing her being wif yar... sleepless night... i get how u feel... cos dunnoe but i experienced it fer a short period of tyme... but being hurt... i dunnoe... guess im not that good yet... then comes khairul... hey shit... wuahaha... impossible relationships doesnt mean sacrificing the friendship bond you had tied long before that lovey dovey feeling surfaced okay! so stop those crappy nonsense of rather keeping quiet than talk... or we goona lose our friends as fast as we lost our primary skool friends... so fuck... i just remembered my sec 1 daes in northland... got a an unrealistic but nice form teacher... i was so crappy back then... had my t-shirt buttoned all the wae to the top... just lyk some mad rudies i was... that was all the result of sleeping under my mum's freaking armpit fer years and years... the daes in my sec1 when my mum takes me home from skool... i dreaded those daes... but i never said anything... cos i knew that my mum cares me better this wae... and that pampered me to sec 2... but the circles of friends... horny great ones... changed my attitude... i was from a guy wif no sexual amazement to a guy who drools off at the topic of sex... but fuck my top button was off by that time... though my mum still send me to skool... results given fer test and exams were alwaes kept secret by me from my parents till im at my wit ends to be forced to give them the report books and those dreaded green report cards... then i went to sec 3... i move to a new class... which again changed me... i had a buch of cool freaks... i had a cool form teacher... but i wasted those chances... i took it fer granted... sleeping in class has since started to be my hobby... was alwaes tired but i had no reason to be to... but i was alwaes feeling that tireness... i dunnoe why myself... tried reasoning myself... but i was stupid... i continue to slept... i entered sec 4... and wow everything was moving fast... fer maths that i had left back during sec3 tried to catch up... mrs ho was very appreciative at the beginning but then i started to sorta drop out... she began criticising me... i was the POTENTIAL ITE grad she said... but i give no fuck... and at that time i rather stand outside the class than see the fuck! face of hers..!! tried reasoning again but the disgusted feeling overpowered me... so i dragged my wae off track... amaths... mrs vannan was good... hoped i had gotten her from sec 3... but it was too late the time i reaslised that i need to buck up fer amaths... i was too late... there was no rising up again... and i kept falling down and down and down... and then came prep exam... was still playing causing my finger to dislocate into a manner of disgust... came prelim... results came out... and i barely qualified CI... so came DREADED O levels... thot so... the fight was ling... and i was fuck! sick at that time... and i irritated the exam hall wif sneezes and blows... but i had too... soon o level ended... wonder how i recalled it so fast when i had to go thru all this fer a very long time which yet looks lyk in a split sec... and it came to the gig tyme wif my band... well im sure u guys knew wut happened by now... so no long details of this... that brought to pri 6... remembered myself caught scolding FUCK! in front of the cluster supritendent over a fite wif my frend fer a tennisball! i was too stupid then... played soccer and thinking myself in a team where no one could beat us not before we lost 8-0 i think to a team... and that reduced my feeling fer soccer... then played tabletennis... it was fun... but it sorta died out... cos i moved to new estated wif no tabletennis table at the void decks... and yar the moving dae out of my house... was so sad that i said goodbye to my two toilets at my old flat... before the last goodbye to my bedroom... new house new chapter since then... and it was at this freaking house that i shouted at my dad over a heated argument fer some stupid thingy that i dont wish to sae out... oh mum, dad fergive me if i fail fer my O levels!!! syirik... . | ||