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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.

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Friday, December 28, 2007
she's not a secret now.

because it's not love. (but it's still a feeling.) i miss dozing off next to my laptop. it's eight in the morning, my eyes are stained with make-up, i'm reeking of so much smoke, my hair smells pretty bad, there's nasty blisters all over my feet, my head is a little airy and i am still so wide awake. last night was awesome. i want you everywhere i go, honey. i can't believe i still want you here right now. yes now, at this minute. every minute. am i selfish? cause familiarity breeds contempt. OH WELLS! my laptop still fucks up once in awhile and it needs a little cleaning in here because it still contains a colossal amount of old photos. i spent the last hour just looking back at them so i'm feeling a little, you know. odd. wow. she, reminds me so much of myself! it's so funny really and the way she blogs, wait does she even speaks like that? what's so attractive about being all prim and perfect? you, miss priss over there, stop trying too hard to be someone you're obviously not. ceh, i'm talking to myself nampak. arghhh i can't sleep! and my neighbour downstairs should learn how to speak softly. indoor voice, karen! indoor voice! two brats were crying and the mother was screaming at them to shut up, in really loud mandarin that sounded all wrong and vulgar altogether. for god knows what profanities she must have used on her children, i am bloody sure i heard something like "ni chi ser ah...". like what the fuck! isn't that 'go and die' in mandarin? like which parent tells their children to go and drop dead? i really feel like slapping 'tame your tot for dummies' into her big fat ugly face and tell her to just die. argh. stop shouting lah you cibai son-of-a-cinake!!! people want to sleep! ok i'm back to being the perpetual couch-potato, bed-blogger that i used to be! i'm sure you can tell.

now what shall i do next? hmm, think of a new years resolution? sounds like a darn good idea. woohoo!




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