Friday, December 02, 2005
shits.
forgot my fucking password on friendster. fuckings shits. fuck. hate it . fuckings fucks. now i cant log in. fucks. so fucking fucked up.
todae ate wit my staffs. haslam and bad. it was okay....
warren is a big mother fucks. thnks for watching emily rose without me! hip hip! hurray!
they went for holidays.
wan: aussie.(soccer tournament)
marc: thailand.( home econ learns)
faizal: kuala lumpur.( holiday)
me: stuck in s'pore.(work)
got to get a fucking vacation.
guys cant wait to meet tis sat and sun. i hope i can.
lungs aching when i breath. is there something wrong wit me? i feel cold. my heart feels sicks. it hurts when i speak. this is not wat i care for.
[[ no looking back the past will stay. ]]
[[ move on i cant. ]]
[[ fading away. ]]
PROFILE
faliq
.|.the.|.heart.|.broken.|.
.|.age.|.Sweet 16....
.|.d/o/b.|. remember remember.. the 1st of november...
.|.sign.|.scorpio
.|.autobiography.|.
.|.love.|.music, Drums, Snare, movies, nature, Blue, red, purple, white, black, Burple, shoes, friends, art, reading, Percussion, floorball, rock climbing.
.|.hate.|.dumbasses, jackasses, boundaries, being told what to do, people who brag about themselves constantly, mean people, cicadas -shudder-, Critising and those who pick on the weak....
.|.currently.|.
-talking to: nobody
-listening to: And then i turned seven. *
-watching: the world going by me....
-thinking:
abt life.
-wanting: the best
-iming: nobody
-surfing: the usuall.
-obsessing: music, percussion, cameras.
-wants: nothing.
