.:requisite:.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

of fucking wounds rubbed against bare salt.

feels like hell. i've turned into a coolie.
think i broke my back muscles.
but then again, human composition is not that fragile.
bloodrush. i kinda miss it.

honesty is what i crave for at this point of time.

.:pseudonym:. burned at 8:53 PM

[::..requisite..::]
"If there were other tiggers, we could all bounce the Whoop-de-Dooper, Loop-de-Looper, Alley- Ooper Bounce,"
said Tigger sadly.

twenty from sunny sg.
:: wanna know more?

[::..so speak..::]
[::..deSires..::] train my physical
~~get diving license~~
~~get bio diploma~~
revamp my bike
~~donate blood~~
save money
JLPT 3
German
to be a linguist
waiting for tate
to sleep
forever?
[::..siTes..::] :: tab archive
:: singtel sMs
:: starhub sms
:: NatGeo
:: crookedtooth
:: wholivesnearyou?
:: frogstar
:: Dave Mirra
:: games
:: games II
:: not for kids lol
:: mamastore
:: treats!

[::..archive..::]

playing Heaven's Dead
by Audioslave

**crude language may be used unintentionally from time to time. Please excuse this. at least i mean what i say.**