Wednesday, February 28, 2007
ah.. finally changed mae blogskin. :D haha. dis one is darker. more me.. AND it's less vulgar. haha. e last one wuz absolute nonsense. rubbish. dis one even has a POEM?! haha. but it's not mine. damn. :P am still trying to figure out how to add one of my own up dere instead.. literally flipping sideways trying to use Gimp. the alternative application to photoshop. whoo... it's good. juz too advanced fer me to figure out immediately.
mae father banned me from going to MI. his way of going about it was that he didnt want me to be in the company of those hu couldnt study and dat i should hang out with smarter ppl so mae grades wud improve.
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imagine how pissed i was. can't? let me help. a LOT of shouting. i mean. ur insulting my frenz. frenz hu can seemingly understand more of me than you ever could. sure.. dey dun shelter me. dey dun provide for me. but dey are beneficial to my very existence, enriching in their presence. yea. i mentioned dis a few posts back, dat leaving these frens behind is hard for me. why am i crying u ask? im ripped in 2 dats why. tks a lot.
oh and guess wad readers? im banned from bball as well. ok. first the breakdancing. now the bball. .... .... the breakdancing i understand. it's dangerous blah blah blah. break neck blah bones blah back blah paralyze blah.. yea yea. i noe. it's ranted all over the place. but the bball?! cmon. hu has actually broked an arm over bball? a leg? and if i do have a tendency to break stuff i wud like to sae that it wuz YOU hu gave me the deficiency in the first place. so am i supposed to live mae life in seeming confinement for your natural faults which u passed on to me? hmm? u muz understand that to me, a life without moving is not a life worth living. im passionate about bboying because it's the language of movement. it has a meaning that can be interpreted. the bball? i like bball cause i worked hard to be good at it. i sucked honestly. but i trained up to be a decent baller. and now here u come. strolling in. and ur gonna try and take away everything im passionate about? not a chance. if im realli passionate about it, no one in heaven or hell or God's green Earth is gonna snatch it from me. NOTE. there are no vulgarities. no swearing. im not angry. im just wishing you could TRY to understand me.
yea... im not actually emoing. im very philosophical today. a first fer me. ... gosh. im missing A3 more den eva... last nite was worse. it wuz realli burning me up inside.. how i'd nver meet gwen mal and nige on the train platform.. our daily talks on everything under the sun.. going to the skool canteen. feeling glad to see the class... more talk. more jokes. laughing. assembly. making fun of the teachers. more laughing. singing the stupid MI song. ( i nver realli did sing it though. utterly refused to.) the classes. the bball. the badminton. the soccer. juz plain being there with everyone. and when i leave for home, i can replay everything in my head as i plug into mae mp3.. and it'll make me smile. god.. it's burning again. hai. im gonna go dance it off. i can douse it out... honestly. im still cold enuf to do dat. im juz not enthusiastic bout doing it.
and that's why. peace out.
9:13 PM
