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Disclaimer;

NASA-madness is a combined blog consisting of;
Naz, Aff, Sue & Ayu.
This is just a blog. The place where we rant and we have the freedom to voice out anything.
If thee have any objections against our saying, feel free to tell us off nicely, we'll be nice.

Ready or not the years are blurring
Running away the mind is turning
Skip to the end to find the meaning
Thoughts are fading, yet I wonder still
Like it or not your eyes are open
Playing around, the circles going
Face of a child, your mind is old
The clock ran down before I could begin

I wish we all could win
I wish we all could smile
I wish we all could make our mothers proud

Want it or not you just can't leave it

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Here I am. Loafing around to burn the presence of boredom. So many errands to do in such little time. The festive season is diminishing my time for enjoyment. Or easy said, a time where I could relax my melancholic soul from all such hassles. The traditional costume that I wear seldomly is not yet being purchased nor found. My closet is in a total monstrosity. Yet I dare to dream the impossible whereas all the possible things I can do in life is not yet attained.

Back to my vivacious self again. Happy thoughts is all I ever needed. Thanks a bunch to my dearest NASAS' of course. The problem with MONEY has never failed to dampened the joyous mood. Everybody has their own life now. Some, in search of money and some, in search of love. Well, for me, I'm in search of Swensen's ice cream cake! hahS! The only remedy I need right now. Been craving for one eversince! Can someone spare me some cutter?

-suee

insanely madness*; at 5:14 PM

[.N.]

.:Naz:.

2nd of March

United Nazreen(UN)

[ Indulges; ]

[Recoils;]

[Digs To;]

[.A.]

.:Aff:.

25th of March

Proud to be an ARAB.
A well-known LOUD screamer.
Deprived Childhood Society Member.
Prone to imagined worries or FEARS.

[ Indulges; ]
Belly Dance. Scents. Chocs. Ralph Lauren . Bitching. Pool. Swimming. Studying*. Camwhore. Starbucks. Soccer.

[Recoils;]
The Metal-Teethed Bitch. Mummy's Long Lecture. Immatured Creeps. Assholes . Mats/Minahs . Know-It-All Humans .

[Digs To;]
Shakira
Smashing Pumkins
No Doubt
The Specials
Bon Jovi

[.S.]

.:Sue:.

26th of March

Mentally deranged, an irritant sometimes.
Wants to be a rock star.
Music, Fashion and Coffee Addict.
Retail therapy with dulcet creations of music adds up innerself.

[ Indulges; ]
Mates. Music. Novels. Junk Food. Shoes. Shopping. Photography. Soccer. Cute Boys & Musicians. Guitar. Emo Passion. Starbucks. Dearest Ipod.

[Recoils;]
Motion Sickness. Nuts. Minahs. Broken Promises. Backstabs. Stuck-Up People. Nags.

[Digs To;]
Kids In The Way
The Strokes
Saosin
A Change Of Pace
My American Heart

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(it works on friendster/msn!)

[.A.]

.:Ayu:.

9th of January

Multi-talented. NOT. PERHAPS. Wateva.
Desires a female band of her own and become famous.
CRAZY and UNSTABLE mindset.
The medicine? a BLAST of loud, t.A.T.u songs, also some emoish punk musics to the eardrums.

[ Indulges; ]
Herman. Sleeping. Soccer. Toblerone. Ice creams. Snooker/Pool. Beaches. Loud Music. Jamming. Guitar. Emopunk. Shopping. Night Riding. Night Life. Starbucks. Cuteness. Ipod Video.

[Recoils;]
Broken Promises. Assholes. Fanatics. Liars. Bynaches. Minahreps. Matreps. Exeggerators. World Talkers. Heartbreaks.

[Digs To;]
t.A.T.u.
The Pussycat Dolls.
My Chemical Romance.
Finch.
Matchbook Romance.