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HAIKXL

different from you and proud of it.
stay fxcking true

saturday.

5am.

*sleeping peacefully
*door violently swings open

me : *dazed and shocked
mom : haikel, you're passport is expired!
me : yesss!
mom : you have to go extend it later. go to lavender (ICA Building) and extend it. be there by nine. and it might be packed. its half-day today, closes at two.
me : nooo!
mom : go back to sleep.
me : *sleeps

*door violenty swings open again

mom : Haikel!
me : *shocked* huh, what?
mom : sahur.
me : *annoyed -_-''

8am.

still sleeping at home. phone keeps ringing. house and handphone at intervals. i finally pick up. got scolded for still being asleep. quick shower. left the house. mrt. reach the stupid place. take the stupid escalator. look around at stupid people. holding my stupid passport around dont know what to do on a fucking saturday morning. messaged hanan ask her what to do. she said you'd have to buy to renew. around 70 to 80 bucks. checks wallet ; 7dollars. looking around hopefully for someone to give me directions. then out of the blue corner, weighing at about 40kg and measuring "xxx" in height; where x is unknown, weeman appears. talked awhile. he's there too to extend his passport, got directions like finally. get queue number, wait for turn, roll the dice, miss a turn, wait again and then proceed to counters' 53-60 and wait for turn. end.

**an interesting fact, the lady who did my passport was born on the same date as me.

hers is 09/10/1965
mine is o9/10/1991

oooooohh o.O

then made a phone call to mom, wanted to zangg her. said passport was extended but it takes 3 working days to load the information into the database. then she was like, sigh nevermind then we just go next friday then. at that point my brain was overworking itself. cause if today's trip was delayed, i could go to to fiz's gig and prolly meet up with her...

but! nope i said the truth and she got zang and everyone is happy. reach home sleep again.

mom got home and scolded me. cause she called and i didn't answer plus i wasn't dressed.
got dressed. took train. read the newpaper about the gruesome triple murder in yishun. stupid china people -_-" talked to mom on ways to get to JB and KL. i think i'm already allowed to go on trips to malaysia for gigs and stuff. stopped at kranji cause dad was working; no car, transfer causeway link bus. singapore custom smooth, malaysia's fuck'd up as per normal. imagine beat merchants X 3, full capacity, no fan or air con. for an hour. a big (Y) to you malaysia.

took cabs without meter fare charge.
picked up mom's baju raya(s) X 5
went to angsana mall.

haha. lets talk about the scene in JB. theres a certain shop i used to frequent there.
during my scum days, the shop has lots of nike sb, air jordans, dunk etc. and adidas. also very little converse and vans. macbeths and fred perrys' didn't exist. just now, all the shoes are gone or left aside in a rejected pile. mesh caps(topi floating/streetwear) full stock. alot of macbeths and converse. fred perry(from japan) full stretch. oversized, colorful tees are plenty. caps, both new era and mesh but...

NO SHOES!!!

FTW! no NB reebox nike BAPE? no colorful shoes. just dull vans and converse. hahas. but its all good. got a pair of old skool dickies 3/4 and pants. old skool is without buttons and the side handphone pocket.

ohhh. and mom bought a couple af raya cakes. which i had to carry (Y)

took cab to city square. break-fast at secret recipe. then i went over to this address

MUZIK BOX, G4 Plaza Seni Jalan Wong Ah Fook 80000 Johor Bahru

which was right beside city square. walk around to look for the shop which supposedly carried suicidal clothings merch. then termasok culture shop. case mods and skinhead nyer kedai. cause behind the counter, the shelf, ada steel toes. then british flags. vinyls, beatles nyer matchbox. teringat seseorang. then look for shirts. then saw like a gig shirt. case gig name on the front, bands at the back; only KOTM i know. ask around kene zang cause shop dah tutop. permenantly. back on track. went shopping. shoes and merch xde. then bought a pack of lucky strikes| and cricket melayu(Y) in the mall. whooo. i look 18 or what?

left for home. at singapore customs got stopped cause i put my handphone and lighter in my pocket then go through scanner then beep. then also a caribena i brought along. bag kene check. buah kat tekak. kalau terjumpa tu rokok. saaaaaap! (N) pada aku.

tetapi, nice try sama dia. cause x dapat jumpe and i'm off scott free. balik rumah clean up room WITHOUT being told.

i might be going JB again on sunday(today or whatever) if my dad is free. we'll take the car there this time. that means many place to seal ciggies. woooooo! imagine all the kinds of weird unsmoked ciggies without the disgusting pics. ahahah!

goodmorning. selamat bersahur.
*0424am

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Look me in the eyes, swallow your pride.
Tell me what you think of me.
Can't you see all I need is a breath of fresh air
From the bullshit you keep feeding me
I know I'm a suspect as much as a victim
At least I’ve got the balls to admit
After all that I said
After all that I've done
I still know I'm this piece of shit

So go ahead and tell me
I can see it on your lips
You've always burned by the warmth from us all
And now your shoulders chipped.
Spit your rage, speak your fire,
Let the flames of hatred hit me
Burn me all you like
Let the flames lick higher
It's what is left that I need

Now when was it ever about taking sides?
Everyone’s had enough of you
I've seen the monster you've become
After all the shit we've been put through

Everyone has to fucking talk
Everyone has to say their piece
No one can take a moment to feel what I feel
No one gets a chance to talk
Nobody gets to say their piece
Your burning tongue won't let a single person get a word out

Now nobody’s left to burn
They've all packed and left you
Can't you see we put all effort in?
Now I don't know where to begin
Convincing you that your not who you think you are
You're just your best friend’s enemy

You can't look me in the eyes
You can't swallow your pride
Tell me what you think of me
Can't you see all I need is a breath of fresh air
From your indecency