don't try this (well, you can if you want to.)

i'm never shy in acknowledging to worthy ladies that they are good-looking, hot, gorgeous or if they simply have a wonderful personality. so i decided to leak out something really controversial:

taufucked. says:
i took time to flirt with athiyah just
now.
taufucked. says:
hoho.
MissyG[my pride spilled on the floor][i
aint gonna do the begging this time.] i dont need you.
says:
so?
taufucked. says:
just telling you.
taufucked. says:
cos she has this really attractive vibe.
taufucked. says:
i'd go for her if i really wanted to.

that was an audacious, if not an insane move. it's my bestie's girlfriend we're talking about.

I was being Honest.

i think what really made it all so crazy was the, "i'd go for her if i really wanted to." try it on your bestfriend's girlfriend, fellas. i will not hold myself responsible if anything bad happens.

but i'm not denying the fact that she really is magnetic in a non-physical way.


i really want britney's new album of the remixes. ;-)

mark toh is gay.

mark toh: hey taufuck.
taufucked: ass. i cramp like fuck sia today.
mark toh: so you confirm going tomorrow?
taufucked: i guess so.
mark toh: can tell. menstrual cramps. day of your month. you shall get used to it soon. it's okay.
taufucked: talk cock.
mark toh: Be a man, Do the right thing.
taufucked: damn painful, okay?
mark toh: evident. now okay?
taufucked: aboh. my mom bought me 3 bottles of 100 plus. 1.5 litres. ask me to drink.
mark toh: crazy. wait, hold on. so you mean you went home, cried to your mom about your cramps?
taufucked: fuck. i wanted to. but i never, okay?
mark toh: then how come your mom knew about it. she checked the dustbin see all your used sanitary pads?
taufucked: talk cock.
mark toh: if cock can talk. my nipples can sneeze already sia.
taufucked: no lar. can breakdance. tomorrow 8.50.
mark toh: my nipple can breakdance? yours can ah? mine can do split sia.
taufucked: okay lar. i respect.
mark toh: okay. this is truly talking cock.

the usual meaningless conversation (apart from the confirmation of the timing for tomorrow's meet-up) i will always have with mark toh soon long.

okay, this will be my last post for the day. honest!

the world would be a better place with more FBTs.
(of course, referring to only FBT-worthy souls.)

i'm surprisingly horny today, despite the muscle cramps.

cramps.

muscle cramps can be mighty painful. apparently, because of dehydration and lack of minerals, i had muscle cramps all over my body. i guess i pushed myself too darned much during training today and the scorching sun made it insane. my mother was such a darling when she literally did everything for me with all the hardcore cramps that really made me scream in pain.

i suffered muscle cramps all over my body so i'll take time to cock about which of the many muscle cramps was the most painful and gay:


neck: not that painful and easy to recover.

shoulders: painful, annoying because you have to stand and hard to recover

arms/biceps: painful, comes along with shoulder cramps, your whole arm feels like it's gonna topple off and fucking hard to recover

hands: not that painful and easy to recover

chest: not that painful but it affects the lungs and heart making it difficult to breathe. hard to recover.

abs: painful, sharp pain at the abdomen and hard to recover.

groin: fucked up, knnbccb-est and the gay-est.

thigh: as fucked up as the groin cramp. it gets crazy when it combos with the groin cramp.

calf: i'm immune. haha, used to it. easy to recover.

foot: not that painful and easy to recover.

toe: not that painful but hard to recover.


i still have them every half an hour or when i position myself awkwardly.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

crazy shite.

today was not one of the usual sibling quarrels between me and my younger brother. tempers flaired and i fucking whacked him hard. i let my arms flew across his body and straight away after that, for five straight minutes, we exchanged curses. fuck this, fuck that. cheebye this, cheebye that. bloody hell this, bloody hell that.

i can't stand him. calculative over petty, trivial things that really should be bygones, he initiated the squabble. and if you're thinking i'm bullying him, think again. he's in sec 2 next year, a rugby player, fucking huge, rugby built and fucking tall with at least 8cm over me. i can't believe i took him out. and for the first time in many, many years, he teared and cried.

what have i done?

temper, temper. i should really watch my temper.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

ho. ho. ho.

"You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you."

james blunt is a cunt to come up with such lyrics full of cynicism. the song degrades you by emphasizing that you're not good enough for some person you see on the streets. now, is that usually true?

shite as hell. and guess what, i'm as cunt-ish as james.

oh, and a very merry xmas.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

"tanned as fuck."

my indonesian friends came over. their dad is having chemotherapy treatment for cancer here and so i took time to have an outing with them. rich indonesians, well-to-do businessmen and very religious, i kinda dread having them here. don't get me wrong, it's just that i'm basically the guide for the sight-seeing shites and it gets crazy when half the time you're trying to find the words to converse with them. my malay isn't that super and me being over-ambitious trying to speak with the indo accent doubles the fucked-up-ness of my malay language.

the lads gave a firm 'no' to the idea of mister david coming back. they said that he's very demoralizing. that's pretty much bollocks because if you're professional and adaptable, you can function under any coach or leadership. if you don't adapt in time, you get the boot. imagine mourinho to chelsea.

today was disappointing. i chose to hid it but constant 'fuck's roamed my brain.

and the december sun is scorching hot. i'm already fucking tanned. i get the usual, "why so dark?" treatment from people i meet.

Monday, December 19, 2005

tom yam.

a stint with my cousins brings about many possibilities. fancy me and haiqal feasting on tom yam cup noodles at raffles place mrt station while waiting for sha-sha. they're probably one or two years younger and their slang is fucken foreign to me. i don't understand half the words they spit out. it's a heckuva pissy state, i tell you, with me being ridiculed. oh, and sha-sha is working and i'm not. mama's boy, man. mama's boy. i never work.

kaidick will be out for six weeks because of some growth in his stomach. get well soon, mate. we need you on the pitch.

i would really love to go for stephanie sun's concert. ;-)

Saturday, December 17, 2005

the prick.

stupid contact lenses. i now have fucking sore eyes.

and cats, two kitties of. i like!

Thursday, December 15, 2005

wtf.

i had soccer training in the morning yesterday, slept for two hours when i got home, woke up and went for soccer with fredo and company at night. it's thursday, i just woke up and now my whole body aches. i'm not complaining. it's just that the shite feeling gives you an i-did-something-crazy-yesterday mood. like when you have a hangover or something but you think it's okay because it's a healthy hangover.

the indie rock band from sheffield called arctic monkeys rocks! and they're english as well. just check them out here. i bet that you look good on the dance floor~

things are getting confusing that it's almost gay. contradiction revolves around everything and anything. i am not paranoid but WHAT. THE. FUCK? it's like a bad patch except that you don't know what to do next. you don't even know what you have up your own sleeve.

it's been awhile since i had a convo with yazid. we go way back during our primary school days. what better way to have a good chat than to talk about the class hottie delima? haha. i wonder if all the rumours regarding her are true...

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

.

i think it's about time i understand that i don't need the various hoo-hahs in my life. all the crazy happenings are a waste of my time. maybe it works on an individual level. you wouldn't want to have relations with a person that doesn't bring of any use to you, do you? even if he or she is your friend, right? i admit, i am self-centered. an insane fucker who wants things for only his own good. i am image-conscious, i guess, and i have the tendency to dump who i want and whenever i want. thus, the unanswered calls or messages.

but fuck, i'm a lazy shite so it might be one of those days when i just don't wanna look at my phone.

so what exactly do i want? i don't even fucking know. i'm in a state of confusion, disillusioned by a fucked-up scenario and decomposed faith-wise with the big guy (but hey, i'm working on it, alright?).

isolation helps. seeing somebody being in a much dossed-up state than you is a big bonus. it works to know that you're winning the race you are having with a sorry cunt even though it might be by just a small margin. frikkin' psychological, i tell you.

goshes.

this entry is crap.

oh well, thighs are hot. accents are hotter.

and i'll fucking eat you alive, you.

Monday, December 12, 2005

hanisah is divine.

happy?

and dykes are hot. full-stop.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

the thing about vending machines.

i've been wanting to put this up. taken weeks ago during the post-imma-failure period, it gave me a good laugh. it was after my run at the woodlands stadium and i was thirsty as hell so i went up to this vending machine to get a drink:



i just had to laugh. who in the world would think of such an idea? it's not ridiculous but it's quite uncalled for. a mystery drink, eh? i never did try that 'mystery drink' though.

oh, and this made me smile:

where scattershots of rainbow shards kept netting light - says:
geez.
where scattershots of rainbow shards kept netting light - says:
and stop listening to bond you fag.

sorry, airina. :-)

herr taufiq is back.

and yes, a major revamp in my blog. i hope you fellas like it. cbox is up, fal (finally!).

i found blogging to be necessary. i just needed to rant about something. so now, since i am starting to blog all over again, i'm enthusiastic!

i'm still stuck down there though. recovering but i just need time.

the crazy thing?

i think i lost a little bit... no. maybe a huge amount of my faith.

so Lord, if you're listening.

till then.