I hate this feeling of missing something…

Now That’s What I Call Heart Break.

Interest, Maggot bitchin.. 13 Comments »

I walk in a music store and saw a couple of compilations albums such as “Love”, “Now That’s Love” and etc and wondered, how come they never came up with something different.

Something like this

Now That’s What I Call Heart Break!

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You ingat you bagus sangat ker?!

Fariz says, Friends, Maggot bitchin.. 7 Comments »

End up like what? Like this?

Ever had anyone said that to you?

Someone said that to me some time ago. One day, I was bitchin about life with a certain someone. I said I saw a guy trying to cross a busy street when there is a pedestrian bridge just a few meters away from where he is standing. Why can’t he use the bridge instead? I guess it’s faster to cross that way. Hmmm… Maybe I’ll blog about it.

Thus the statement “You ingat you bagus sangat ker?!” smack right in the face.

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Broken Promises.

Fariz says, Friends, Maggot bitchin.. 3 Comments »

Never make a promise you can’t keep!

Some say promises are meant to be broken. Some just can’t keep their promises. And some just love to make promises and never keep them. I hate it when a promise is broken. Who doesn’t?

As a kid I use to throw tantrum to my parents whenever they break a promise. As I grew older, I learned that promises are made to be broken and lies are meant to be kept.

If you examine the above phrase, you will find out that 9 out of 10 times it is true. Hence the saying broken promises.

As I grew wiser, I learned that throwing tantrum is no solution either. And promises are still meant to be broken. So what’s the deal?

Sometimes some things are not meant to be. Sometimes some promises are meant to be broken. Sometimes I learned to not make anymore promises.

I promise not to make any promises. There you go. Another promise broken.

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Sometimes I crap a lot. Actually I still do... Most times I like to keep things short. I can't help it. It's like a feeling of missing something... It always is.