tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61966462011-04-22T04:07:47.623+08:00Just don't leave me. You're the air that i breathe. You're the sun that i see every day. Without you. I'll be in total darkness.Muhammad Faizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196646.post-1098708783423139772004-10-25T20:46:00.000+08:002004-10-25T20:53:03.423+08:00

its over and i'm lucky made deal with my mom. Told her that i would be lucky if i am promoted to sec 4. Made my face that somehow show that i "regret" what i did to myself. At last, she said, "ok. I wont look at your marks. i just want you to go to sec 4" and i think i made it. Hope all of us from 3e5 move on to sec 4.

Muhammad Faizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196646.post-1096537496320749342004-09-30T17:27:00.000+08:002004-09-30T17:51:46.493+08:00

can't trust friendship your words are as filthy as dirt and what u said has made me look like an ass no one knows the truth - cos they belived you just like that u go fuck the news around to your friends telling them quarter true stories well tell me the story too if you're a man stories that makes me feel qualmish sometimes, u think their better they make you greater but somehow their no

Muhammad Faizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196646.post-1096270455943249792004-09-27T15:21:00.000+08:002004-09-27T15:36:36.383+08:00

yesterday, all my troubles seem so far away Far away? The song by the beatles must be a joke. Yesterday was terrible. It was a sh*tty day or should i say shitting day. I had to visit the small room like every 5 mins. It starts from 3am till yesterday ends. Oh monday, all my stomach ache has gone away now it seems as though their here to stay i don't believe in yesterday. All thanks to

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this is so prodigious Urgh. This is so irritating. Just as i'm about to do something that doent's bore me. Shit happens. Damn i hate this. Someone took my ez-link witout my permission and i can't seem to open the freakin door. This is studying i'm talking about. I guess i'll just sit beside this fan blowing bubbles out of my own saliva. This sucks.

Muhammad Faizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196646.post-1096070835293080822004-09-25T08:00:00.000+08:002004-09-25T08:08:12.163+08:00

today is saturday it is darn boring. i'm still trying to figure out what to do. i woke up early this morning hoping to catcth the beautiful blue sky. but too bad i missed it. i just don't know why i love to watch the sky so much. i guess it reminds me of gods wonders. sometimes i wonder why its blue. sometimes i wonder why its pitch black at night. but somehow i stopped wondering. cos all i have

Muhammad Faizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10656782301976372465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196646.post-1096028198003629432004-09-24T20:10:00.000+08:002004-09-25T08:08:50.240+08:00

i have decided to start blogging again. ah...since my friends have JUST started blogging, i decided to update my darn blog eventhough i think its boring. I forgot totally how to use this shitty blogger thingy.....so frustrating...ouh and talking about frustrating, school was frustrating. i hope my REALLY WET PE t-shirt is still in the humanities room. The rooms gonna stink for sure. heh.

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