every step i take
every move i make
every single day
every time i pray
i'll be missing you
thinking of the day
when you went away
what a life to take
what a bond to break
i'll be missing you

you should let me love you
let me be the one to
give you everything
you want and need
good love and protection
make me your selection
show you the way love's supposed to be

i am in love with you
you set me free
i can't do this thing
called life without you here with me
cos i'm
dangerously in love with you
i'll never leave
just keep loving me
the way i love you loving me

so let's have
one last kiss
one last touch
one last tender moment between us
one last dance
to our first song
while pretending there's nothing wrong

when you left
i lost a part of me
is that so hard to believe
come back baby please
cos we belong together
who am i gona lean on
when times get rough
who's gona talk to me on the phone
till the sun comes up
who's gona take your place
there ain't nobody else
we belong together


keep the culture alive

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

I am so sad. Because my computer is still FUCKED. Hate, hate, hate my fucked computer. Actually it's just the cpu, which is actually periisian in malay [ bet you didn't know that HAH! ] the monitor is perfectly fine.

If you're wondering how I managed to update, I'm at Husna's house now. We are watching a Hindustan movie, the title I don't know. I'm not really concentrating, because I'm kind of turned off by Ain's imitation of the heroine singing. It sounds bad, okay.

As if I can sing well but never mind.

My stomach is hurting because of laughing over Ain and Husna's lusting over Mr Ari. Extreme lusting I tell you. And he's married with kids! I wonder what's the opposite of a paedophile.

Anyway they were lusting over him licking an ice-cream cone. Quote on quote, " He looks SO HOT! "

I am disturbed.

Not that Mr Ari is not worth lusting over but his wife can do all the lusting please, thank you very much.

I'm not feeling well. I think I overate. The canteen food is so unhealthy, there's oil dripping everywhere. I swear one day, someone's going to drop dead in the middle of the canteen while shoving a mouthful of that oily thinger because his arteries get clogged. Or hers.

Don't really feel like blogging anymore.

Sorry but I just, I just, can't.

LOL.

Ah enough already. I think I'll try to concentrate on the movie. Till the time my computer gets un-fucked.
funkadelic @ 1:10 AM

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[[bienvenue]]
people know me as syafiqin or sLik. i prefer the latter.
my mom gave birth to me on 17th march 1990.
i want to go to LaSalle, but currently sticking it out at anderson.
i live in the north, in a four-room flat, which im calling home for now.
my world revolves around graffiti, music and friends.
addicted to the can.
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