weekends...

Weekends over! wee...
looking forward to monday blues..
y they call it monday blues uh? i like the color blue but then they made it as if blue is a dead color.

anyways...
weekend was great...

on the friday, the juniors had our showcase to the seniors and obviously, we are wack.
still remembered wad Ryan said.
theres onli a good or bad answer, theres no middle.
so wad if people say ur good with a But...
for example " i think choreography wise its impressive... But"
tt means we are still no good people.
and yeap my group did their stuff...
they liked the edited pic.

it all fits, the lightings, the pose, and all the handsome/pretty people

at friday night, went car-washing with the gang, hand out, laughed out and smoked out till 4 in da morn and headed to najib's hse to stay over.

Saturday nite!
me and najib's dad had a man to man talk and discuss about bapak-angkat mak angkat and stuffs.
see i still have wonderful friends whom even their family wana care for me...
unlike my parents... so unworthy.
the decision now is wether to faris's or to najib's.
let time do the talking.

-randomness-
what wrong could i ever did to u tt u have to hate me?
to even to cause u to talk bad BEHIND me...
u know i dun like the idea of talking behind people. even if ur trying to talk me into it... i wont talk bad about ohters.
how could u speak of my childish-ness when it was my childish-ness that made ur day/ laughter or just a smile?
how could u speak of my immaturity wen it was my immaturity tat u loved?
u did wrong but i never hated u...
u left for some guy but i din hate u...

i just cant imagine how could u...
even to talk bad about me in front of my friends...
u know they will tell me sooner or later ryte?

u talk bad abt my friends to me,
well if u have a problem with my friends, u have a problem with me!
its because of them that i lived for, smiled for.

just how could u nelly?

i just couldnt let u be anonymous can i? sorie i had to reveal u. i know ur reading this.

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I had no one, not a single soul to turn to.
No one, i said no one except for God; He knows how I feel.
No one can ever understand how bad my situation/feelings are ryte now.
Not even my parents, my sister, and also my close friends know about how I feel.

and I dun care if wad I write affects you (the one reading this) or u wana critic about it.

im no sensitive guy, no emo guy. its just Blogging is one means of my sought after.
So if ur against it, piss off before I piss u off.

Feeling in a total distraught.
Life is in a great mess.
I noe im at fault.
Coz it’s a problem tt no one else has.

Feeling like a piece of junk,
That is always thrown around.
Mite as well sleep in a bunk,
Dun needa be nagged all day round.

I know I have friends who care,
And dun mind wad I do
These friends are rare
But they have their own problem too.

Having parents divorced at the age of Four
Never really felt their love and affection,
But who wants this kinda downpour
Wen all I need is juz attention.

To mum:
“Remarrying another was ur greatest regret.
Tt guy was no different
Treats me and sis like a rat
And not treating us like a parent.”

I guess now I shld shoulder all this problem.
By my own it will be,
As there’s no one willing to hear ‘em
And moving on independently

-end of story-

Friends,
thanx for being there wen ur needed,
foes,
thanx for the hatred

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great start to the holiday

okay folks, the weeks over and sunday is just the ryte day to be resting at home.

lets start with wednesday,
ryan's lesson was quite a memorable one,
realli gonna miss his great choreography, which fits my dance rythm.
his great motivational words, saying that skill cannot beat attitude.
and one particuar thing he said tt day which got stuck in my head.
"Don't ever think that you're the best, coz when that happens, thats the beginning of your downfall"
-that was true, once i thought i can alreadi do windmills, den i got too contented and never trained windmills for about few days, when i started doing windmills agaen, i lost the touch. MUST NOT THINK I AM THE BEST

soon after, had bbq cum last meeting with my class mates.
was very fun indeed.
the food, the laughter, the enjoyment. goina miss that.
missing the individual people,
Jonathan - for his LOUD discussion and laughing loudly at even small jokes.
Wilson - for his bullying moments
Vevian aka VB-an - for the moments where i was struggling in computing.
Nadia- being the short/noisy and the kiddish behaviour.
Fadhilah- The Minah Taik (ahhahha)
Eunice- the sorta intelligent made for office kinda girl.

and lots more unmentioned names!

the classmates

the people attending the bbq. look im holding a bottle...


thursday,
went MOS for the ImmpresSMU event.
impressively, onli 10% of the many people are mat-reps.
and the stand beside deejay was awesome, get to see how they realli do it.

Friday,
went back to GRSS to see old skoolmates and teachers.
and OMG! Mdm sharifah is wearing tudung? what happen to the elegant long hair?
had a few chats and left for the mosque.

saturday,
Fuyo's jam.
three words to describe.
Fun, memorable and HOT!
hahahaha
i see al these pro breakdancers from all over Singapore.
all these Stylemovers, Powermovers made me wana become like one of them.
yes, one day i'll be among them, among B-boy Mad.
Killa Move Crew, we will be made known once again
i'll be one great Powermover one fine day. start brushing up Asraf!

the Battle off

B-girl yall

Freeze!


finally, here are some random thoughts again.
- finally had someone in mind
- do i need to name her?
nah...
give some clues yea.
-----za...
need time to realli know her.

thats that folks.
thanx fer the tyme taken off to read.

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