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fi - like a woman scorned.
7th October 1988 - a star
is born. paranoid android. online since 2003, here you'll read about her daily spasms, visual spreads of close loves and a tinge of artworks from time to time. welcome to her humble abode.

CONTACT
fi_briton@hotmail.com
[friendster]
[myspace]

AUDIO


VISUALS
zoological
thecannery
coccolatte
aidilfitri06
london
nitot18
filthnight
hairspray

READS
amal// amanda// aruna// aysha// cherilyn// chinonet// dallilah// dan// danial// daya// dee// dha// dian// dinie// dyllah// diy// dy// eka// fae// fazli// fiffy// fir// fuhrer// hadi// hairul// hani// iansqrl// ida// ili// ilie// jaja// jane// jason// john// joo// khai// leha// lela// lina// mamat// min// mizee// naq// nj// nurasz// nurul// nysa// rasool// razif// reize// ria// samantha// saufie// sazz// shady// shameen// shasha// shazy// shyanne// sijia// shobi// sofia// tasya// xue// yanni// yazminda// yuse// zanna// zombiez// zura//

BLOW// THE RED WAGON// THE FAG SHACK// JUNK YARD FACTORY// STUDIOFROST//

CREDITS
blogger
rotter and friends
photobucket
adobe ps 9.0;cs2
VBrush
deviant art
c-box
my flash fetish
webmonkey
file cabin
file den
dynamicdrive


•all images, contents and
artworks in this blog
©fivefecta 2007.
thank you =)•


Sunday, January 30, 2005

Listening to - Do It With Madonna by The Androids

my legs hurt, i dun need one cute guy to make it go jelly2. n it feels as though there's sumting pulling my two soles into the ground. i need to sit down. perhaps, just lean back and rest..or better still, cut down on going out. and dont mind me not updating tis blogshit regularly which by right suppose to..cuz i wud den defeat the purpose of havin a blog at all. im depressed. and it saddens. tat i dun keep a diary anymore. tis is virtual, im toking abt a real diary which contain pages. how am i able to see myself 10 years back once i reach 27 and laugh at my own stupidity till it brings me to tears? i need things like tat. which is why i still keep a stack of books i've been calling my diaries for the past 7 years. n now, wen i read it n look back, n it freaks how crystal those memories can cum back..i really do feel like crying.
tsk. i can hardly find the time. time to even sit down n get lost in my own world. i want to get lost!! just get lost and snap myself off from reality. i miss the tots so much. if they hadnt make me cum down to esplanade on fridae, i tink i wud still tell myself i miss them yet do nothing abt it. having a job, is like taking half of my time doing things i dunno exists. lets not get to the wage. i dun even need to get paid to splurge on a piece of topshop. tis is scarry..how many times must i remind myself not to get sumtin i dun need. shopping is such a sweet sin.

so what do u say when sumone tells u he loves u? better still, what do u tink about if tat person saes u cant sae aniting back. tis is funny. cuz i dont do i-love-yous. how do i sae sumting which i dun even believe in. hard to believe in. i've been waiting to sae it to sumone and really mean it. not just to grant myself free movies. maybe i can sae it now..and not mean it when i sae it the next day? whu noes..?? 14 more daes till i can hear this 3-liner everiwer i go. is it a gerls nite out, or a dae to spend wit sumone special. he's special. i dun haf to label him my boifren to make him special. to stand him 24/7 yet still not get sick. hmm..do i haf to gif up one stupid occasion for an exciting all-bachelorette outing. cuz i still haf 364 daes left to be his valentine ynoe. hehe.

im werkin in the afternoon tmr. haha werking. so i can prolly stay up all nite long..
till i..blog again.







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