i guess i'm just a fcuking doll
come and get me when you need me.

wouldn't want to go home
even if i did
this soul would be behind four walls
ranting behind closed doors

i'm not worthy of your time
so break the fucking clock
and stop the hands from moving
so that everything would stop here

white lies and fake alibis
trust is a strong word
so fucking strong that
it could break necks

i just wish i was special

this is a fucking record i tell you,

5 posts in a day

something is wrong with me, grrrrr.

why am i'm feeling this shit.

fuck, i dont trust anyone.

everyone's fucking sneaky these days

i want to lock myself up and live in a world of my own.

goodbye.

I swear to god I felt like a thief today with yoom as my accomplice.

You see, yoom, kay and me hanged out at vista park after school, kay had to go back so yoom and I headed for dinner.

After dinner-ing and lepaking, we decided to drop by kay’s window.

When we reached there, somehow, we looked like 2 mats trying to hunt down for a pefect house to break in because we were on the lookout for hans.

Yoom said hans called out my name like as though I’m his long lost brother, ‘hakimmmm!’. 

Putting aside the thought of being theifs, I feel like a suspicious person now cos I have my bag filled with spongebob and at the same time, I’m using my laptop (in the bus).

 I look like a terror***. Everyone’s staring at my bag because its bulky-ly big.

I think they’re just jealous that I have kay’s spongebob in my bag which smells like……. Hehehehe.

Did I mention that I’m in the bus?
Ouh ya I did.

I can’t wait to earn 60 bucks next week, it’s been a long time since I’ve worked.
Wait I’m not working, I’m volunteering and 60bucks is just a token of appreciation.
So, I need a job, please offer me something, short term stints preferred.

Working days on Saturdays and Sundays only

Off days on Mondays to Fridays because I want to spend my time with significant  and co.

Ps. i’m lonely and I’m tired, I’m missing you again, oh no.
      I’d love to have job which requires me to look after you.
      HAHAHA.

 

 

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kay 1 hakim 2 waffle boy 0

ps. the dude shot himself twice today, make that 3 times since yesterday.
     OUH, and we fucking pranked him with the hole in the straw prank.
     HAHAHAHAHA.

i guess,
dreams are dreams
and they'll always stay that way

okay, back to chasing rainbows and unircorns.

Its gonna be a vulgar post,

If you can't fucking stand it, fucking press the red button on the top right hand corner.

fucking cliché,

I guess yoom and I are just first class toilet paper and condoms for y'all to fucking piss, cum and shit on.

I don't like to fucking point fingers, but if you think its you and you don't like reading this, fucking scram.

Sometimes, I wished I could fucking live life without having to come into contact with people, but thats fucking impossible. I've no complains being in where I am now, cause I've met people i really love spending time with, I hope this would last.

First it was the phone call asking to lepak, I said anything, just ring me up and I'll be there, that's what my fucking phone's for.

Then, it was what yoom and I call, ajak-ajak buaya, dah dapat, kena baham.

You're the most fucking sneakiest dude I've met, fucking sweet talker.
We know you well dude, too well that you can't fucking shit with us no more.
Our birthdays mean nothing either.

Please understand, this isn't just goodbye, this is we can't stand you.

Don't you fucking worry bro, our cell phone are 24/7 if you need anything but don't expect anything much in return after I press the 'publish' button.

I guess this is our exit.

i wish i was special,
so fucking special,
but i'm a creep.

Ps. i'm blogging in the bus, fucking difficult with all these vibrations, dammit.

i'm getting jealous sia,
kns!

note:
this is not hakim,
this is his alter ego.

fuckfuckfuck.

i'm getting sick of you.

fuckfuckfuck

i dont knw wheres this going,

fuckfuckfuck

i need an ending

fuckfuckfuck

harro world!

i've been addicted to heroes lately
and i've just gotten my hands on season 2.
i think, i have powers but i can't seem to fully control it yet
it always happens spontaenously!
(sylar cant read this, i blocked him from viewing my blog)

anyway, i think my voice is gonna break!
yes, BREAK. i cant seem to remember whether my voice has broken or not.
(broken eh?)

i miss qayyum (random)

i skipped class today, went to the clinic and watched some mooovies.
hehehe.

i think sylar is coming, my brain seems to be moving very slowly, i think he's cutting my skull open.

okay, got to go before sylar finds me.

YATTA!

ps. if i could freeze that moment with you, i would.