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Friday, September 7, 2007
Wassup Gangsta?

It was a bright, sunny day for a good ol' staying back at school since Trial 2 was over. I always thought that staying back was
so much boring until what happened at that very Friday.

My usual routine stayback. Unload my bag, Bam, eat, come back, change and talk. Everything was normal, everyone was playing badminton, bullying Yusof, meeting some people I usually don't talk much (or never) to. And suddenly, all hell breaks loose.

There was a high pitched sound near where I was standing. As a very curious person, I looked to my right and saw a big crowd gathering someone that looks familiar. I began to go closer and I was shocked to see Shahmin being the crowd puller. It seems that he was arguing with those Form 2 gangstas or I would like to call them, "phonies".

I called Alvin, Qasyaff, William and even Yusof to come and look. It wasn't long until those phonies gang up to talk shit at Shahmin. Funny actually, that they, a 10 men midget army, would pick on Shahmin, a giant. The main antagonist, a guy who has yet to break his voice but still act as he was a leader of the Chinatown division or I would like to call him, "Tiny" was mocking Shahmin. He called him "fat" and all those related with fat and then all of his friends continued to call him that.

Unfortunately, Shahmin began to push Tiny and some of his friends and Wai Weng started to throw things at him which he fking missed (he was throwing it so close). I started to go to his friend and he said he doesn't know what's going on. I assumed that the phonies want to take over the court and Shahmin disagrees. After a few shoutings and throwing things, everything ends.

I really don't get it with these people. They think that being gangstas will make them cool and becoming chick magnets. I have just a phrase for them to hear, "You're doing it wrong". I really wanted to laugh at Tiny when he mocks Shahmin. He still sounds like a primary kid. Ugh, why can't they be well-disciplined like others? They need to be the black spot that ruined everything. Oh, how I wish that they will fail at life in the future.

I really believe that the root of this
gangsta attitude problem is the parents. Those S.O.B...thinking that money can cure diseases and everything. While they're trying to win the rat race, their children becomes attention bitches with no self-respect. *sigh* I really makes me wonder that "gangstas" are only appearing at our school and not others? If only I could change school...oh well, that's the end of my rant. If you're one of 'them', please bring it on. I would really want to see your movez and skillz.

@ 4:00 AM

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