jolin, jossy, kevin
jolin, jossy
'lost armies' in da superband
mugg'n session wid gen
SUN 31.10.06
mugg mugg and more mugg'n.
in particular; tis freelance tutor doesn' charge and answers my questions in details. bt, i hate her fo flaunt'n her fone nw and thn. :( and i infinitely hate her fo chuckl'n over my grammatical mistakes and ignorancy of words. simply, gen's supercilious; a boastful hippopo. :D her language literacy's fii-lii-faa-lehh.. com'n to think of it. gen, i don gif a shit. bahahhaaaa.
anw, thanks gen.
truckloads.
MON 01.11.06
what now, mass media research (mmr) paper todae. and i swear, i've got a bad handwrit'n day, my alphabets are float'n in da midd of nowhere, hang'n here n dere. i cld haf jus scribbl'd some hangmans down. and shit, my wrist's veins are burst'n fo nuts. fine, i dont kno how well i perform'd fo tis paper, i'll allow results to say it all. alright, jolin and i plann'd to travel dwn to simlim to get her brother's birfdae present, a mp3 player. it was pour'n cats and dogs. we were stuck'd in sch and so, decid'd to travel via da shutterbus.
jl dn ask'd " where you going?"
jossy, "tk shutterbus to mrt station"
jl "ya la. go where la!"
jossy "simlim wid jolin"
(jolin's face expression was lik .. waddafcuk. shit. dont tel me shes tagg'n along. tis scuks.)
jl "okay, i go home alrdy. bye"
to my astonishment, whilst i was in da shutterbus. i turn'd and realis'd poor jl weep'n in da rain. da environment and everythn tallys; evrythn goes wel tgt. i affirm, da scene was superb; totally heart ranch'n. a helpless girl weep'n in da pour'n rain widout an umbrella. tis is shit, i was alittle guilty, undoubtedly.
jossy turn'd to jolin and debbie "aye look. shes crying!"
debbie, "huh, really meh?"
jolin turn'd to double confirm "(laugh'n) aye. yaya! she crying!! i saw! i saw!"
haaa. tis is screw'd entirely. bt well, deres limitations to wad i can do abt it anewae. kevin joined us anewae. and oh yes, did i mention, dur'n dinner, we saw da 'lost army' in superband?
Digressing,
i reckon, im gettn so mentally unsound these days. whimper'n uncontrollably, for nuts. it seems so hard to avoid trigger'n tear ducts. imma so uncertain abt why im feel'n dis wae. tis acrid feel'n insida me is fool'n my emotions around lik a child's play. a child's play game dat i can nvr seem to acquire a getaway.
a game wid no fun.
a game lead'n to others think'n her words are noth'n but a bunch of tomfool jokes.
tis everlast'n game played.
subsides when, shes gone.
whats fcuk-d'up and evryth'n alright?
wads da hesitation to an appointed destination, tis leaves her clueless.
i assume, tomorro's gona be a pleasant dae, since he'll be out den.
i hope. and i want it to be.
cus,
i know;
it will be sunshine after the rain.
wid him.
can you feel me.
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