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me.
my life.
connect.
'vending' machine.
ahahaha :)
history.
my own world
JOSEPH
10february92
geylangmeth
volleyball
email..
heck
loves HER.
computer.
basketball.
my family.
yay!! anything to write here?
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
8:48 AM
Chapter Three : The Finale
The end is near , but the dreams have never stop . I met this girl named Girl in my dreams . It turns out that I survived the car crash and I broke up with She to let Her and Him be together . Not long later i met Girl at a computer game store . Not every girl you meet likes computer games . We chatted and found a lot in common , we went down to the Starbucks and had a drink . We exchanged numbers and from then on we text message each other everyday , its almost as if i am using Girl as a substitute for She , am i right? Trying to forget She , I asked Girl to be my girlfriend and she gladly accepted my request . We went on dates a couple of times , from holding hands to hugging , from hugging to light kisses . Then on one date Girl tried to kiss me on my lips , for some reason I saw the dream about She and He again , I didn't want to get hurt anymore so i left Girl there . Puzzled at why I choose to let go of a relationship that seems to be going on a smooth track , I didn't want her to know why I left her . Girl is a very good girl , I didn't want to hurt her . Dreams that triggers tear are very very hurtful .
Those who commit suicides will go to hell .
doodled
XD
Sunday, June 10, 2007
9:56 PM
Chapter Two : The Amendments
Maybe its time i treat She better , She deserve the best and I should be giving her the best . Its time i started saving up for her . Its time she starts to enjoy the moment we are having together . I will tell God in his face that I will take good care of her forever , have faith in Me .
Its time I GREW UP
doodled
XD
Saturday, June 09, 2007
4:54 AM
Chapter One : Introduction
I had a dream last night , to be more specific it was a nightmare . I saw She in arms of HE . Here was what happened . He called me and said that to go over to His place as He has something important to ask me . I agreed . I put on my sneakers and went out of my house thinking what He is going to ask me . Me and He are very good friends , being so He gave me his house keys just in case anything happens He too has my house keys . I trusted him . I open the door with the keys He gave me , what i saw tore me apart . I saw Her in the arms of He . They were hugging and kissing , He was half naked and so was She . They were behaving like lovers . She saw me at the door , She tore herself off the arms of He and ran towards me . I broke down and cry . She said '' Joseph , what you are seeing is not what it is . Really ! '' I couldn't bring myself to talk to She . What i saw and what She told me are two complete different things . Then i saw He with a grin on his face . Then it hit me , my best friend wanted She to be with him after all and not with Me . I ran out of the house , leaving those two in the house still undress . As I was crossing the road , I was knocked down by a car . I died on the spot . The next thing i knew I was in front of God . I ask God '' God why did She turn on my ? Why did He turn on me ? '' God told me " Joseph , you have failed in the task of taking care of She , I have given your job to He . '' I asked God why . He showed me Fourteen things which I have failed . Should i tell She what i saw ? I woke up crying , for the next two hours i tried to stop the tears and think through why i failed . It hit me . After I turned 14 I was never there for her . He was always for her when She needed someone to care for her . They were on the same page for the whole year and me in a totally different entity . I was foolish to have not been there for her and due to my foolishness I lost her to someone who i trusted . I stop the tears and went back to bed from then I didn't know how to face She the same way I use to . I did wrong... I have failed . Please do not mistake this post as a wet dream . Wet dreams do not make people cry .
doodled
XD
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
11:50 PM
weee!high high!! school was okay.social studies was somewhat funny.
i was Zzzing then mrs lee comes talking to me then i just erm.flip the textbook and continue reading.After school(here comes the best part) i walked home in the cold cold rain.uber good!bathe myself with uber cold water.drank one carton of chilled chocolate milk.weee!
doodled
XD
Sunday, April 08, 2007
6:10 AM
argh.headache.blah!!!!!!!
doodled
XD
Friday, March 30, 2007
7:43 AM
today lousy day
-ms wong say i copy kj's work must redo.chiong recess...
-mrs low say i took the pass and was punished to 20 push ups(same for Daniel my accomplices)
-during basketball save ball then don no what happen to my index finger..swollen
-alexis wanted me to throw the volleyball down so she can hit it up.vp ms lim saw it and alexis told her i ''went home'', monday have to see her...
even though today is such a lousy day.i finally send hon home after choir which also kinda got me into deep poop but what the heck its for her!!
LOVE.
doodled
XD
Monday, December 25, 2006
9:26 AM
STOP TAGGING HERE.LEAVE THE POOR BOY ALONE.MAN YOU DON NO HALF THE FCUK IM GOING THROUGH.IM SOUDING DEPRESS AINT I..IM NOT..HA!JUST WAN YA'LL TO STOP TAGGING..
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go...
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind
every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck
can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that
was a fist that hit you...
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...
peace out brothers ans sister.merry chrisitmas and a happy new year.
i spent a lonely christmas thinking bout her... The End
doodled
XD
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