Monday, December 19, 2005
gig.
went to the gig at subC which was super fucking mosh wit the punks. went wit my friends. reached there bought tickets. went in. surprised. saw many of my other friends. talked outside. they were drinking. of cos after moshing u'll get hurt. damn hurt. elbowed in the ribs and stuffs.
after gigs.
chilled at the park wit some punks. when home then khalis called at about 2+ thnks. went to his house for some mini-party. it was only the 3 of us. him me and saiful. played some music. the guitar. my drumpad. then computer all the way. after that started some fights. which was funny. me and khalis were pillow fighting. then i slammed him in the ribs which then saiful got out of the way. he had tis metal bar in his hands. he was twriling it and then the bar hit his head. which we all luff like hell. then he acted like he wanted to slam us but his head knocked onto the double bed of khalis which he then fell down to the floor. which we luff harder. which he then tried to slam again but hit his head harder on the same place. which i luff tis my stomach hurts so much i fell to. fuck him. it was so funny. fucks fucks fucks.
then went surfing on the net again. i was sleeping for awhile. so tired....
after our goodbyes had my breakfast wit khalis at 5. eat some chicken rice and then fled home. saw zul on the way. he just fucked a woman. big banging....
tommorow its gonna be n'level taking day. think could cut the tension wit a knife. gonna go to cafe galilee where we all used to study for the n's.. after that some shopping.. poor fuckedup saiful spoiled his black converse wit bleach. wat a thing. so i tink he's gonna get a converse tmr if not im gonna get it and 2 black pants. and jeans. mayb a shirt or 2.
kudos to orkestra melayu singapura (BELIA) for their great performance yesterday. loves the gamelan ( Ga Meh Lan ) nice. kudos to you all.
good luck for all the motherfucks who are gonna take their n'level tmr. good lucks.
[[ i dont need this. ]]
[[ ooh ooh somebody's hurt and i think its me. ]] [[ go to fuck with your fucking life. stop pretending. stop talking. just go. ]]
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.
