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Hey peepz, don't ask me what I'm doing up at this time (You better get used to seeing late night posts;). I'm sure you know about breakdancing. If you're thinkin' of the crazy dance that impresses guys and gals on the block, you're right. That was the reason I actually started learning it, actually.


And have you ever gone against your mom for something you really wanted? Shouts echo in your house, tempers flare everytime you two get eye contact, the slamming of your room door as you rush in... Sound familiar? Yep...it's a case that every teen will have in his/her life. In my case, this has been going on about breakdancing.

And the first time I heard that she said I could injure myself, I was like "REALLY?! OH I'M SOOOOOO SCARED!!!!!!" And that got my mom flared up. But then on 2/10/06, I fell. I dunno how, but I fell. On a rock. I got up, put my hand to my head, it felt like someone just smashed you in the face with a brick. I took my hand off, and then I noticed my white shirt was REALLY red. I had 7 stitches on my face for that. The scar's still there, if u think I'm a liar, but I think everyone in 4 Amanah 2006 will remember the white bandage I went to Moral Exams with on my face.


Today, I did it again, on my hand. this one gave me a further 8 stitches. My mom went furious, and said the Insurance Company is soon gonna think that she's torturing for me for all the medical claims. Dry, sarcastic humour. I laughed, nonetheless.


To think that I'm sacrificing my relationship with my mom, and more just to impress people... if I actually come back on my feet and think... I'll notice that this wasn't the Mervin from last time. I'm a totally different, vain, naive and etc person. But... WHO CARES?! I like the new me. I like my new look. I like my new LIFE. Something the old Mervin would never acheive or experience. Who would ever thought I'd double as some sort of celebrity in non-skool gatherings? Who else could be a smalltown boy, but bigtime when you play your guitar? In some way, I'm just like all my friends, but who'd ever thought I'd be a star by singing and playing with a band on stage?(i'll post photos of that later on).


Hmmm... I seem to really have put my thoughts into this one, So i guess I'll round this one here and early. So have fun with the hols, and till I can think of something else to blog about... C'ya!



-Mervin til'Leon
The best of both worlds. Totally Mine.


P.S. Bruno, if you're reading this,cool down on that workout. There's no need to live up to your name. lolx!


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