Saturday, December 17, 2005
no more sleep.
i feel like shits. didnt sleep for i tink 2 daes. and i dont tink im gonna get any sleep todae. conference here and there. meeting new people... well most of underground. werk was kinda super shitty... when are we gonna meet.
double paddle was super great. the beat was nice. fucks shits i want it. it was like playing a single stroke on a snare. but i did have flaws and have alot of things to work on.
things:
snaring.
solo
beat
songs.
gonna go to a malay playing ochestra later at an old airfield where me faizal and wan played nike football once. somewhere near there. heard the percussion rocks. funny. aniwaes be back late. so u guys msg me if u got anithing.
thnks to warren for his words of wisdom.
thnks to you all for complimenting my weird hair-do. which wasnt weird a single bit.
[[ pain that's felt inside ]]
[[ eyes burning out. ]]
[[ suffered enough ]]
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.
