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Sunday, June 17, 2007

SUNDAY.

sian. sundays are boring. its church. same old hard wooden benches. same dozing off during sermons. ok sorry god. cant help it. i swear the pastors sermons dont make sense and they are uber boring. do something.

oh then band practice was worst. somehow. my strings were shitting me. got scolded for sounding offtune. ok im a bit tone deaf/key deaf/note deaf. hows that. im not born musical like you. PIGHEAD. roar. just wait till i turn good one day. ill shred till ur legs turn jello.

ok enough church.

after church was way boring. slacked at home. watched wwe judgement day which i downloaded yday. its cool. old wrestlers somewhat still active. ah. i think ill be making a trip down to ngeeann tmr. get my director to approve my leave for my canada trip. lets hope shes nice. then ill prolly head down to hq ncc, to hand in my iace form and SWAP MY NO.4 PANTS. its freaking baggy. and so lose. zomg. thanks benson. " since ur top is L, bottom should be L too" and so i trusted benson last time. okay thanks yah. now waste my time. zz. im not gonna wear baggy no.4 pants to spec course. oh speaking of spec course. lester said theres meeting on tues. zz hokay. anything goes.

oh im in the midst of making another song. this time gonna try putting lyrics. thinking of a suitable genre of lyrics. cass suggests love. zz. that would be my last resort lol. i dont do lovey dovey lyrics well.

AND MY ARMS STILL ACHE FROM THURSDAY's WORKOUT. zz. does anyone wana go np gym with me. marcus leng? ok forget it. east boy. sookeng go work out with meeeee. ethan can we go jam?

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When I die, they'll say, 'He couldn't play s***, but he sure made it sound good!'