Sunday, December 04, 2005
trust.
i dont trust anione easily. in fear of being backstabbed and shits. seems like my words healed my friends. i didnt noe. i wish my words could heal myself.
came to werk at 0930. tired. stood up all dae. fcuks. then after werk met saiful played bowling. saw shareza. talktalktalk then after that went for supper. there was tis gal who looked weird and kept looking at either me or saiful. it was kinda scary. she stared as if we ever did something to her. then she smiled. weird. super weird.
tmr.
gonna go shopping.(fyi havent got my pay yet so dont ask for treats) wit saiful. then meet khalis at tamp for some emily rose show. kinda tired. sweet dreams lovely.
[[ if werds could heal. if looks could kill ]]
[[ whether to survive ]]
[[ trust. ]]
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.
