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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
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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 =)•


Monday, December 03, 2007
you were the section of my magazine.

it's not those spooky things like moving white cloths hanging on a tree but it's the lurking banglas and the odd stares i get from unfamiliar faces under the void deck that worries me each night i walk back home. my place is so quiet like that, especially the never-ending corridor that leads to my staircase. sometimes i get so paranoid, i start to walk sideways like a hermit just so i can watch what's about to come from behind me as well. this is so annoying. and the hot100 reception sucks big time. i always lost you halfway through. my face is itchy. i probably get a few pimples growing on my cheeks tomorrow morning but i do not care. cause this eyeliner and mascara thingy doesn't come off easily and even if it does, it will leave me looking like a panda afterwards. i hate cleaning make-up! there's so many things i want to update in here but when i finally have the chance (and time) to, all i do is rant about stupid petty stuff like cleaning make-up and walking at nights and okay let's talk about the sleepover we had on friday! a holiday, our holiday. the closest feeling we can get to a holiday. see we're very poor people with money we much rather spend on our boyfriends and cigarettes.

before anything else, sorry to aysha cause i swear we almost got into a big fight with the receptionist, nyonya yang bagi kita muka. nys and i tried walking around the hotel, looking for secret stairways that we might want to use to sneak you in but. but it was just too risky and. the banglas there. what the fuck is wrong with these banglas? nysa's camera was being a bitch and the other photos are still with joo. we played twister which gave me a backache after that, dress-up, had screwdriver but none of us got drunk as much as we really wanted to. i was looking forward to hear some alcohol talking (especially from joo) but too bad. exchanging information and confessional booths. boyfriends hate me because i boy-hop. what the f-. oh and yes, boob-grabbing. how can we miss boob-grabbing?



















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