so much to tell you every single day

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

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Everythings going the wrong way. There's no sense of direction nor a sense of urgency. The stupidity of everyone seems to be making me feel very low of myself. What's up with me these days. Hope isnt a word in my dictionary now. The spot where its suppose to be is blank. How in the hell did I lose it? Yadayadayada. Voices in my head. It will never stop. Im in deep shit alright. Atleast, Emily Rose is having a scream of her life. Good for her. I stand amongst the crowd of friends I have but I dont know who the hell are they. Its scaring the fuck out of me. Everyone seems to be against me. Everybody's changing, or is it me. Have I become into someone who's a total outcast. I dont even know the real family I have before me. Or money has morphed everyone I loved into some kind of horrible monster. But when I tried to scream, no one heard me. Do they have ears to listen, to understand and to feel? Even a dumbass dont talk to me dumbly as before. Im just confused by the colours of the world. I think I might just runaway from everyone and everything I had before. Lets rewind and start afresh, you and me, how about that mister?

-suee

insanely madness*; at 7:35 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

mysteeq41@hotmail.com
(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.