fed up. i read my gb. half mind to filter everything out. all the rubbish that ppl put inside. nvm. i shant. and leave them to their job. esp tim. haha. maybe one day ill get fed up and take away some explicit entries. but for now. juz rennnnnnnn............ -take in deep breath-
hmm. more ppl coming to read my diary. i think. but will still control myself. and write my normal stuff. writing to suit an audience is nv what this stupid thing is all about anw. writing to set urself free? or rather writing to get rid of all the stupid irritating things that somehow exist within the small space above ur eyes. maybe the red bloody thing that beats way more den ur fingers can count in one day. buden that red bloody thing. dun have a mind of its own. but nudges u quite a lot sometimes i feel. irri-ta-ting.
today.. another sars holiday. a monday.. yest went to church. they shortened the service and reduced the amount of songs too.. sian.. after that went gardens to do hw. ( yes hw) did some intergration. not bad. played SKO. which was real fun and tiring. den went home.
today.. woke up at 1030. fahyik call me. ask me go brasbrasah buy guitar. mum say no. ask me read papers. saw teh 5th index case about the indo boy. sad case.. wut to do. stay at home lor. heard they saw a chiobu and his guitar is real nice. ill see it one day. sian...... haha. wasnt really that boring.. i stoned til lunch. where i cooked myself. den went to sleep. woke up at 6. come onlien lil while den go help mum cook again. stir fry some pork some potatoes some veg. not bad. quite fun. dinner. den stone again. tried some loci. stopped when dunno how to do. den come here. and been here ever since. playing games. chatting. reading diaries etc. did sum physical juz now=). muz stay in shape lar. cannot help it. dunno wut im gonna do tmr man. hope can do some jogging.. cycling... see first. impromptu kinda person. =)
i spent days and nights in my bedroom.
trying to find the perfect song to sing to u.
write a song today but she wun like it anyway.
back to the drawing board to find the million words i said before to u..
in ur head.. i am dead..
something like that
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