
..: stRanGe MoOd :..

..: YM :..
..: vOte or dead?! :..
* pls vOte for me!! heh~



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Monday, October 11, 2004
mlm td bertolak kul 11mlm, sampai pudu kul 4pg. stuck kat pudu 2jam sbb xde transport nak gerak ke wangsa maju. kepala da biol ngantuk gile. sabo je la..
kul 6pg dpt train, putra line to wangsa maju, tambang RM2.10. took a cab to rampai court umah kak zana, tambang RM3.40. sampai kul 7pg. teros baring and kroh kroh.. zzzzzz
bangun kul 9pg. mandi², gosok baju. breakfast kak zana sediakan, campball mashroom soup n bread, syiok. ke opis kul 9.45pg. lepak², setup pc that i'm using now, pc baru lom install pape skang dah leh surfin. YM lom setel xdapat install asik error, dunno why.
kak ati bgtau ari ni xdpt start training sbb en rahim x di-inform akan berkenaan kedatanganku so he's not ready for any training. kojai pon same xtau aku datang, pagi lagi da gi klcc meeting ngan petronas. so may be esok akan start training tu. ari ni aku goyang² kaki je la sambil membzkan diri yg x bz ni.
ape lagi nak citer? hurm, td bi bgtau dia anto umi dia medical check up kat sepital dungun. ari tu umi masuk wad, sakit. aku pon xpasti sgt ape sakitnye. tp skang da kuar da ok skit. cume kena slalu follow up check kat sepital.
hurm.. mate aku ni ngantuk gile babeng. semlm tido baper jam je. ade la 2 3 jam. sememeh jek aku rase.
hurm.. out of word.. bye
haVin' thiS FOoLish ThOt at 2:26 PM


This is the story of a girl. Who cried a river and drowned the whole world. And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her.. when she smiles.. How many days in the year she woke up with hope. But she only found tears. And I can be so insincere. Making her promises never for real. As long as she stands there waiting. Wearing the holes in soles of her shoes. How many days disapear. You look in the mirror so how do you choose. And your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way. You never seem to run out of things to say. How many lovers would stay. Just to put up with this shit day after day. How do we wind up this way. Watchin' the mouths for the words I would say. As long as we stand here waiting. Wearing the clothes of the soles I would chose. How do we get there today. If we're walkin' to far from the price of the shoes.. When she smiles.....
..: mY bUTt :..




- + rubbish...
- + my perfectly-balanced brain...
- + shiny star...
- + a sign from the sky?...
- + touched my soul...
- + good time...
- + sad ending...
- + bosan...
- + save my soul...
- + yesterday...
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