a day in the life of taufiq.

the alarm clock, mobile phone clock and digimon clock set twenty minutes early which despite the abovementioned, caused me to have a minor punctuality problem.

the post-soccer fatigue.

the gnc vitamin supplements which was meant as a catalyst to clear my fatigue away.

the ipod and the couch for the occasional power nap.

the sexual, mental and emotional deprivation (emphasizing more of sexual).

the menthol or reds sticks courtesy of bad influence number 9.

the constant what-the-fuck to things which really doesn't matter.

the good lads and lasses, thank God.

and speaking of God, the tantrums to God. well, after all, i'm nothing more but an ordinary slave.

the ignorance inflicted.


fuck, fuck, fuck.

and for the last description,

aye, i'll make sure revenge will be extra sweet.