tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66352592011-04-22T09:22:44.031+08:00-=DeFuNcT_eUpHoRiA=- southernplaylisticcadillacmuzik nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comBlogger771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1128504027909821562005-10-05T17:19:00.000+08:002005-10-05T17:20:27.916+08:00i'm back...............<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-112850402790982156?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1093318276527806452004-08-24T11:30:00.000+08:002004-08-24T11:31:16.526+08:00Too busy living life in dopaminergic overdrive...... <br />later... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109331827652780645?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1092111428038254092004-08-10T12:16:00.000+08:002004-08-10T12:19:59.923+08:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Restless tonight <br />Cause I wasted the light <br />Between both these times <br />I drew a really thin line <br />It's nothing I planned <br />And not that I can <br />But you should be mine <br />Across that line <br />If I traded it all <br />If I gave it all away for one thing <br />Just for one thing <br />If I sorted it out <br />If I knew all about this one thing <br />Wouldn't that be something <br />I promise I might <br />Not walk on by <br />Maybe next time <br />But not this time <br />Even though I know <br />I don't want to know <br />Yeah I guess I know <br />I just hate how it sounds</span> </strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109211142803825409?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1091170047182209242004-07-30T14:46:00.000+08:002004-07-30T14:47:27.183+08:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">yes..it's in your favourite colour....for you...</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong>&nbsp; <br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong>&nbsp; <br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">If you hate the taste of wine <br />why do you drink it till you're blind? <br />And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares <br />how come you say it like you're right? <br />Why are you scared to dream of god <br />when it's salvation that you want? <br />You see stars that clear have been dead for years <br />but the idea just lives on <br />In our wheels that roll around <br />as we move over the ground <br />And all day it seems we've been in between <br />the past and future town <br />We are nowhere and it's now <br />We are nowhere and it's now <br />and for a ten minute dream in the passenger's seat <br />while the world was flying by <br />you haven't been gone very long <br />but it feels like a life time <br />I've been sleeping so strange at night <br />Side effects they don't advertise <br />I've been sleeping so strange <br />with a head full of pesticide <br />I've got no plans in all this time <br />I feel too restless to unwind <br />I'm always lost in thought <br />as I walk a block to my favorite neon sign <br />where the waitress looks concerned <br />but she never says a word <br />just turns the juke box on <br />and we hum along and I smile back at her <br />And my friend comes after work <br />When the features start to blur <br />She says these bars are filled with things that kill <br />by now you probably should have learned <br />Did you forget that yellow bird? <br />How could you forget your yellow bird? <br />She took a small silver wreath and pinned it on to me <br />she said this one will bring you love <br />and I don't know if it's true but I keep it for good luck</span></strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109117004718220924?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1091150606779663672004-07-30T09:01:00.000+08:002004-07-30T09:32:49.446+08:00<strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">EVERTYIME....</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong>&nbsp; <br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong>&nbsp; <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime they play 'One call away' on the radio, i miss you..(which recently they have been playin alot)</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i smoke, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i see the OC ad, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i put on perfume, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i smell the perfume on myself, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i fiddle with the ring on my finger, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i look at my little black book, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime they play 'she will be loved' on the radio, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime someone asks me an annoyin question, i miss you.(dun see e link?nvm)</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i bite my nails, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i get on a weighin scale, i miss you.(hey i did, last nite at the doctors.)</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime before i sleep, i miss</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">&nbsp;you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i get sick, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i see a faggot, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i think of using my 'mirror mirror belt', i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i put damn letters into damn ON-velopes, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i pass COSI bar, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i wear my super cool 'ring hook onto heel' heels, i miss&nbsp;you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i wear the hulk boxers to&nbsp;slp, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Everytime i copy n paste, click,drag n drop, i miss you</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">everytime i think you miss me, i miss&nbsp;you..</span></strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /> <br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong>&nbsp; <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109115060677966367?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1091100870749154692004-07-29T19:31:00.000+08:002004-07-29T19:34:30.750+08:00And I’d give up forever to touch you’cause I know that you feel me somehow <br />You’re the closest to heaven that i’ll Ever be And I don’t want to go home right now <br />And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life’cause sooner or later it’s over <br />I just don’t want to miss you tonight And I don’t want the world to see me’cause I don’t think that they’d Understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am <br />And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t Coming Or the moment of truth in your lies <br />When everything feels like the moviesYeah you bleed just to know you’re alive <br />And I don’t want the world to see me’cause I don’t think that they’d Understand <br />When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am <br />And I don’t want the world to see me’cause I don’t think that they’dUnderstand <br />When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am <br />And I don’t want the world to see me’cause I don’t think that they’dUnderstand <br />When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am <br />I just want you to know who I am <br />I just want you to know who I am <br />I just want you to know who I am <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109110087074915469?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1091072195480330732004-07-29T11:24:00.000+08:002004-07-29T14:35:22.616+08:00sick again people..!!! <br />bah...stoopid... <br />woke up with a fever...went to sleep early yetrday ..couldn't breathe... <br />fer real...there's something gripping my lungs and stomach and heart...my whole body basically.. <br />and it juz hinders me from breathing...and then occasionally i get this reallie piercing chest burns...my mum says i've got gastric coz my body cant take coffee... <br />i say...i'm juz dyin of a broken heart.... <br />or maybe i have asthma...hmm.... <br />i'm so tired...i wanna go home... <br />but after work i've got school...argh... <br />ah fark it.. <br /> <br /> <br />&nbsp; <br />Restless tonight cause I wasted the light <br />Between both these times I drew a really thin line <br />It's nothing I planned and not that I can <br />But you should be mine across that line <br />If I trade it all If I gave it all away for one thing <br />Just for one thing <br />If I sorted it out <br />If I knew all about this one thing wouldn't that be something <br />I promise I might not walk on by <br />Mabe next time but not this time <br />Even though I know I don't want to know <br />Yeah I guess I know I just hate how it sounds <br />If I trade it all, If I gave it all away for one thing <br />Just for one thing <br />If I sorted it out <br />If I knew all about this one thing <br />wouldn't that be something <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109107219548033073?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1091001820395534352004-07-28T16:00:00.000+08:002004-07-28T16:03:40.396+08:00<strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">i&nbsp;dreamt of a fever,one that would cure me of this cold, winter-set heart</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">With heat to melt these frozen tears burned with reasons as to carry on</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">But I swear that I would follow anything just get me out of here</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">But you get six months to adapt and you get two more to leave town</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">And in the event that you do adapt we still might not want you around</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose but I know that that's impossible now And so I drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories cause I just can't think anymore about that or about him tonight</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">And I give myself three days to feel better or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff because if I can't learn to make myself feel better</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">and I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere.</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">just get me passed this dead and eternal snowcause I swear that I'm dying </span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Slowly, but it's happening and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">just take me there just take me there just take me there</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">and say and lie to me and say and lie to me and say it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright..</span></strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109100182039553435?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1090984252881852182004-07-28T10:39:00.000+08:002004-07-28T11:14:42.640+08:00<strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">mornin'... <br />ohkay firstly...is it me..or have all tagboards gone on holiday or sumthin'..?? <br />can't seem to find any of 'em...at everone's blog...maybe it's juz me and my limited computer knowledge...anyhow... <br />late fer work again today..!!fark...!!... <br />i've told myself cpuntless times..dat i will never have late nights again.. <br />but last night stayed up till 2.30am...was out with gusTin and miKe.. <br />speakin bout mike..Bi-AtCh..!!!!!i hate you..!!..in a good way of coz... <br />here's the thing...or rather the story... <br />yesterday...at work..in the afternoon..was msgin mike planning with him how he was gonna pass <br />me my shoez..my NEW shoez..which i haven't even worn yet..!! <br />pretty little vans..i think they're so pretty... <br />(mike considerately brought 'em hme ,so i wun have 2 walk arnd town with 'em..sweetie) <br />so yeh...so i jokingly msged him this.. <br />-->"hey mike, meet you after school, dun ferget my shoes and my bouquet of red roses...." <br />i was jokin'...but mike wasn't... <br />so anyhow...when school..ended...i walked out of skool..saw mike sitting at the block fiddling with <br />somthin inside the shoe box..but i juz thought he was 'playin' with my shoez. <br />so yeh...when he saw me he immediately put the box down and stood up.. <br />and hid behind&nbsp;a pillar....then i was like..'wadafak'..?? <br />i din ask him anything...juz walked to the box and looked at it...afraid yet excited... <br />on the top of the box...he wrote..'open first...ask later'..... <br />so i did juz dat...and inside there were 10 (he claims there were 12), beautiful red and pink roses <br />all nicely laid inside the box...i was like 'oh muh gawd'..!!!i was so caught up with the <br />beautiful roses..!!!...but i saw mike like slowly inch from pillar to another pillar further away... <br />and then it hit me..!!..."where muh farkin shoez?'...so i asked him.. <br />and then he muttered...."pe-bfjbhasfwf them.."...i manged to make out pebbles... <br />so i was like...'pebbles wad'..??....and then he said cooly..'pebbles ate them'... <br />so i was like.....'hmm...ohkay...'.....it hadn't actually kicked in yet..and besides the roses had <br />distracte me..so i was still calm...but mike wasnt expectin dat..so he was like.. <br />'i'm serious ya know...pebbles ate them...he chewed on the sole and abit of the top part....oh yeh and it was the left shoe...she has this thing fer left shoes..'....RITE..!!!YOU KNOW AND U JUZ LEFT THEM ON THE FLOOR..!!......i went mad and started hitting him like mad... <br />juz like punching and hitting...!!...not like angry mad..but more like 'wadafak mad'... <br />then he said..."they're at the cobbler's gettin 'repaired' now...so yeh dun worry..they said they cld do it'...so i was like ' how long wld it take??'...and he said ...'soon...'.... <br />so yeh...we sat down..and started smokin..i juz stared at the roses....mike said they were&nbsp;JUST shoes..but i've got this thing with shoes...especially $112 ones dat i havent even worn yet.. <br />so we re juz sitting there smoking in silence...then my hostel people walked by...saw me smokin'.. <br />but it was cool...we have a differrent relationshop now...so yeh...we said hi and bye and they went off..then mike got a msg from kev...yes my GOD-masterofallpranks-FATHER.... <br />his msged read.'hey mike you know where my god daughter is, i wanna go surprise her?'... <br />mike showed me the msg...and i was like..'let's juz go to his now and surprise him instead la.. <br />juz tell him u dunno were i am..'....so dats wad we did...we rode to kev's house to surprise him.. <br />when we reached kev's house..we hid behind the pillar...when he came out..i 'surprised' him.. <br />kev was like' hey...hi...!!'....so yeh dat was dat.... <br />then we went into the house...and i started complainin to kev bout my shoes... <br />blabber blabber blabber...then kev turns on the porch lights ..and there were my shoes... <br />sitting there all pretty and 'un-chewed'...!!!!...FARKING BASTARDS..!!!!!!!!..... <br />thanx alot ah guys...mikey the mastermind...got abused again...!!!.... <br />anywayz so yeh...dats my story...mike's a bi-atch...but he got em ...good... <br />RESPECT....but it betta not happen again...actually i dun m,ind...if there are roses involved... <br />oh yeh...and thanx fer the roses....!!! b-e-a-utiful... <br />yeh sorry guys fer being a tad bit long winded... <br />juz thought y'all might wanna know how i got played.... <br />yes dassit...... <br /> <br />&nbsp; <br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">-crazy beautiful-...</span> <br /></span></strong> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109098425288185218?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1090895130304834112004-07-27T10:24:00.000+08:002004-07-27T10:25:30.303+08:00<span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Meaning is sometimes hard to spot <br />It begins with the flickering of cigarettes <br />In the darkness of a dorm room <br />Ssomewhere in the suffocated mid-west <br />But if this is real then I was mistaken <br />And if there is truth then why can't we find it? <br />But beauty comes to those who have been waiting <br />For something that is bigger than themselves <br />But this is the sound of the hopeless kids <br />As they scream from the basements <br />Of the houses of their parents <br />And this is the sound of the hopeless ones <br />As they stare down at their books <br />And realize that they've been lied to <br />But if this is real then I was mistaken <br />And if the vision's gone, then I was not aware <br />Consistency like that which I have craved <br />Is that people change so unexpectedly <br />And realization finds you in a drunken airport <br />Some planes depart and others never arrive <br />So with this in mind I don't plan on waiting <br />If it's time to leave and break these old ties <br />Without something more the vision is fading <br />But until it's gone the pain will make us try <br />It'll make us try <br />But this is the hope I've been searching for <br />As the wings catch the sunlight <br />Of the cold Nebraska skyline <br />And this is the dream I am dying in <br />As I wake to find tomorrow <br />Be content without perfection <br />But if this is real then I was mistaken <br />And if the vision's gone then I was not aware <br /></strong></span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109089513030483411?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1090894874186947092004-07-27T10:20:00.000+08:002004-07-27T10:21:14.186+08:00yesterday was officially one of the worst days of this year... <br />i hate myself.... <br />and dun bother asking... <br />i'm fine... <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109089487418694709?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1090818862136900222004-07-26T12:46:00.000+08:002004-07-26T13:14:22.136+08:00mornin'... <br />well actually i've got reallie nothin to blog, but seeing how i'm shiet bored at work.. <br />i'm gonna force myself to..heh....well..so ...ermm....yeh.. <br />ryl ryl left this mornin'....miss him already..... <br />dun worry 10 weeks..maybe 11..(shaddup)..will go by really quick yeh.. <br />stu-ey came back all safe and sound and in one piece on sat nite... <br />with braids...i think they're killa sexy... <br />but i also think they give him headaches.. <br />oh yeh i cut my hair...layered it... <br />no big diff...looks exactly the same juz like an inch or 2 shorter.. <br />bah...now i wanna dye it...!!..maybe i should cut it a bit shorter first..? <br />ah well....anywayz it's Joel's bday tom.... <br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE STINKY BABY BRO..!!!!!! <br />he's like a little man and all now....13.....dang... <br />havin so many girly probz....sigh sigh sigh... <br />oh yeh me and my mei mei are gonna join muaythai again... <br />all her fault...she made me...coz she needs a sport/skill fer sum school <br />thingy...otherwise she wun pass or wadeva.. <br />so yeh she chose muaythai...and she wun join alone... <br />so now i have to go with her..and not only dat.. <br />i'm payin fer it too.....bleah....the things i get myself too.. <br />i'm already so busy and tired as it is.... <br />well world, be prepared to see less of me...or not at all... <br />oh yeh ryl and i bought a cue...the same cue...heh... <br />yeh we have the same cue....and we're gonna engrave our names on it.. <br />coolade la....oh yeh and i bought new shoes...!!!!whoopie doo.. <br />the shoes i wanted were like $85...and i reallie wanted to get it.. <br />so went to beach rd on sun..but when i was tryin it on.. <br />i saw this other pair..and like juz decided to get dat one instead.. <br />they were $112...dang..should i have juz gotten the 1st pair instead.? <br />might go back fer them next pay...heh.... <br />gonna start takin my license in 2 weeks..really can't wait.. <br />actually after seeing all the accidents here at work...kinda afraid... <br />but i guess..my 'need for speed' kinda makes nothin else matter... <br />DANGEROUS...bah bah bah... <br />mikey dun ferget all the tuition...and we go sign up 2gether on like <br />the 6th of aug yeh..?? <br />i wanna get a Kawasaki KIPS... <br />accordin to SOME people it's a 'MINAH' bike..but i dun care...heh... <br />coz accordin to OTHER people..it's the fastest lightest bike..and it kicks ass.. <br />and accordin to my reliable source...i can get a 2nd hand one fer 3.2 K <br />or a 1st hand one fer 5 K.....hmm...wad to do wad to do...??? <br />i'm thinkin i shld juz get the 2nd hand one, coz i wun be like ridin FOREVER..?? <br />i think...anyhow i'm gonna upgrade..and ride a blackbird...rite MIKE...???? <br />heh....argh...need advise...will be calling you soon mike... <br />i'm damn bleedin hungry now...!!!GGrrrr.. <br />i feel like KFC or BK...i hate my stupid cravings when i have money... <br />coz more likely than not...i would go get it....waste... <br />Last nite i slept at like 11pm..coz was tired..and had to wake up early today fer work. <br />this mornin i woke up at like 6am...but contd to lie down fer a while..pretty&nbsp;&nbsp;usual. <br />as i was lying down thinkin'...realised i had money..so decided to sleep another half an hour and take a cab to work...i'm so farkkin stoopid....bah...i need to be a bit more thrifty... <br />ohkay maybe a lot...but bah...@!!! <br />gonna eat now....might blog some more later... <br />if not...juz like expect a song... <br /> <br />toodlez.... <br /> <br />&nbsp; <br /> <br />&nbsp; <br /> <br />&nbsp; <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109081886213690022?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1090640711854138642004-07-24T11:44:00.000+08:002004-07-24T11:54:28.423+08:00<pre style="FONT: 12px arial">I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you.Said I liked your shoes,</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"So it's up the stairs, And out of view. </pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">No prying eyes.I poured some wine.I asked your name; You asked the time.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">Now it's two o'clock.The club is closed,We are up the block.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">your hands are on me,Pressing hard against your jeans,</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">Your tongue in my mouth, Trying to keep the words from coming out,</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">You didn't care to know Who else may have been you before.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">I want a lover I don't have to love,I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">Where's the kid with the chemicals?</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">I thought he said to meet him here, But I'm not sure.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">I've got the money If you've got the time.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">He said, "It feels good."I said "I'll give it a try." Then my mind went dark,</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">We both forgot where your car was parked.Let's just take the train.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">I'll meet up with the band in the morning Bad actors, with bad habits...</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">Some sad singers, they just play tragic.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">And the phone is ringing, And the van is leaving </pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">Let's just keep touching,Let's just keep...keep singing</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">i want a lover I don't have to love,I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">Where's the kid with the chemicals?I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">I need some meaning I can memorize.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">But you, but you...You write such pretty words, But life's no storybook.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">Love's an excuse to get hurt.And to hurt. Do you like to hurt?</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">I do, I do.</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">Then hurt me,</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">Then hurt me,</pre><pre style="FONT: 12px arial">Then hurt me...</pre> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109064071185413864?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1090640121543457852004-07-24T11:31:00.000+08:002004-07-24T11:35:21.543+08:00<strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Here we are in the open air.</span> </span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The glow of our godless season</span>, </span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">we're fighting for no reason we both want the same things.</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">And its just like suicide,</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">&nbsp;<span style="color:#33ccff;">I really don't want to die,</span> </span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">but we've been through this so many times.</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color:#ff9966;">Its just like suicide,</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">&nbsp;I really don't want to die,</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">but the choice&nbsp;is mine..</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">..is it..?</span></strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109064012154345785?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1090456702502569702004-07-22T08:34:00.000+08:002004-07-22T08:38:22.503+08:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">SUNSHINE..!!!!!!</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">here' some good news everybody...!!!</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">as of today...i am officially contactable...</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">yes ..dats rite...i am contactable..!!!!</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">finally got my line last nite....so yeh....</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">9880-9467........</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">and yeh...can everyone either msg my phone or tag me or </span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">msg me on friendster or sumthing..and let me know your numbers..</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">much appreciated people...!!!</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong>&nbsp; <br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">let the sms'es begin......</span></strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109045670250256970?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1090305796448848062004-07-20T14:42:00.000+08:002004-07-20T14:43:16.446+08:00You and me We used to be together Everyday together always I really feel That I'm losing my best friend I can't believeThis could be the end It looks as though you're letting go And if it's real Well I don't want to know Don't speak I know just what you're sayingSo please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurtsOur memories Well, they can be inviting But some are altogether Mighty frightening As we die, both you and I With my head in my hands I sit and cry Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explainingDon't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts It's all ending I gotta stop pretending who we are... You and me I can see us dying...are we? Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explainingDon't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't tell me cause it hurts! I know what you're saying So please stop explainingDon't speak,don't speak, don't speak, oh I know what you're thinking And I don't need your reasons I know you're good, I know you're good, I know you're real good Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109030579644884806?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1090213397543873132004-07-19T12:36:00.000+08:002004-07-19T13:03:17.543+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">harlow..good mornin'...juz realised i haven't been blogging fer quite a while..juz like using short cuts like stupid surveys and lyrics and stuff...apologies...anyhow...today is monday..the 19th...6 days till payday...and the day dat stuart left fer aussie...i wish i cld go too....bah...ah well..anywayz..i reallie wanna know how gerardo's op went ..so if anyone knows please tag me or sumthing...and also let me know whether we can go visit him..thanxthanx....oh yeh fer those of u who know colby...he has already said his first word..'STAR'...i'm guessin it's due to the star hanging above his crib...so yeh...everything is star to him now...oh yeh and he can give flyin kisses too...he has normal ones...(with only one hand)..for normal people and extra big ones..(with 2 hands)...fer mum and dad....kawaii..</span></strong></span> <br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">hey rylryl...we muz meet up one day this week and go do sumthing yes..??..i'll be calling you soon...</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">not on tues and thurs..(school)...prolly wed or sumthing yeh...i wanna cut my hair...reallie bad...it's juz so long and ...wad's the word......boring.?....yeh....i wanna cut it reallie short...yeh..but i dun have the guts too...i ws thinkin bald...but then i'll miss doin the 'flippy fringe thing'..(only richard will understand)...but then again seeing how i prolly wun be seein him anymore...it wun reallie matter...</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">ah well....we'll see....oh yeh and ling...!!!....i think we need to start thinkin of a song fer feast day...</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">you'll be kinda busy so we shld start thinkin now...???...i think lah..so yeh juz lemme know...</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">i'm at work now...so bleedin boring.....argh...17 days till my b-day people....wad should i do...???</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;">i dun wanna have a chalet...too much work..and clean up and wad not....and i dun wanna celebrate in a club...too....i juz don't....!!...how people ...??....how...???damn you la rylryl...goin off b4 my bday....!!!!</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc0000;">desiree <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><- dat is wad my name looks like in the font..webdings....yes yes..ohkay i'm reallie bored...</span></span></strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-109021339754387313?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089791008165653012004-07-14T15:42:00.000+08:002004-07-19T12:36:16.600+08:00There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea. <br />You became the light on the dark side of me. <br />Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill. <br /> <br />But did you know, <br />That when it snows, <br />My eyes become large and, <br />The light that you shine can be seen. <br /> <br />Baby, <br />I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave. <br />Ooh, <br />The more I get of you <br />Stranger it feels, yeah. <br />And now that your rose is in bloom, <br />A light hits the gloom on the grave. <br /> <br />There is so much a man can tell you, <br />So much he can say. <br />You remain, <br />My power, my pleasure, my pain. <br />Baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny <br />Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby? <br /> <br />But did you know, <br />That when it snows, <br />My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen. <br /> <br />Baby, <br />I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave. <br />Ooh, the more I get of you <br />stranger it feels, yeah. <br /> <br />Now that your rose is in bloom. <br />A light hits the gloom on the grave, <br /> <br />I've been kissed by a rose on the grave, <br />I've been kissed by a rose <br />...And if I should fall, at all <br />I've been kissed by a rose <br />There is so much a man can tell you, <br />So much he can say. <br /> <br />You remain <br />My power, my pleasure, my pain. <br />To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny <br />Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby. <br /> <br />But did you know, <br />That when it snows, <br />My eyes become large and, <br />the light that you shine can be seen. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108979100816565301?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089782622331156192004-07-14T13:23:00.000+08:002004-07-14T13:23:42.330+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/seducerquiz.html"><img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/prized-object.jpg" alt="Prized Object" width="150" height="150" border="0"></a> <br /><br><br> <br /><h2>Your Seduction Stye: "Prized Object"</h2> <br />The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get.<br><br> <br />You know that the best seducers turn the tables - and get their crush to seduce them.<br><br> <br />The one running has the power, and you're a challenge that is worth the chase. <br /><br><br><br> <br />You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away.<br><br> <br />You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance.<br><br> <br />Even though you want to call, email, or say "I love you" first - you don't! <br /><br><br><br> <br />You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold - so much so that you have many suitors<br><br> <br />Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor<br><br> <br />You're skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for.. <br /><br><br> <br /><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/seducerquiz.html"><font size="+1"><b>What Kind of Seducer Are You?</b></font></a> <br /><br><b><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/">More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</a></b></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108978262233115619?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089764127938197862004-07-14T08:14:00.000+08:002004-07-14T08:15:27.936+08:00Giving the Finger <br /> <br />Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the <br />French, anticipating victory over the English, <br />proposed to cut off the middle finger of all <br />captured English soldiers. Without the middle <br />finger it would be impossible to draw the <br />renowned English longbow and therefore they would <br />be incapable of fighting in the future. This <br />famous weapon was made of the native English Yew <br />tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was <br />known as "plucking the yew" (or "pluck yew"). <br /> <br />Much to the bewilderment of the French, the <br />English won a major upset and began mocking the <br />French by waving their middle fingers at the <br />defeated French, saying, "See, we can still pluck <br />yew! "PLUCK YEW!" Since 'pluck yew' is rather <br />difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster <br />at the beginning has gradually changed to a <br />labiodental fricative 'F', and thus the words <br />often used in conjunction with the one-finger- <br />salute! <br /> <br />It is also because of the pheasant feathers on <br />the arrows used with the longbow that the <br />symbolic gesture is known as "giving the bird." <br /> <br /> <br />And yew thought yew knew everything.... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108976412793819786?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089763931510160762004-07-14T08:11:00.000+08:002004-07-14T08:12:11.510+08:00women...tsk tsk..... <br /> <br />How many men does it take to open a beer? <br />None. It should be opened by the time she brings <br />it. <br /> <br />Why do women have smaller feet than men? <br />It's one of those "evolutionary things" that <br />allows them to stand closer to <br />the kitchen sink. <br /> <br />How do you know when a woman is about to say <br />something smart? <br />When she starts her sentence with "A man once <br />told me..." <br /> <br />How do you fix a woman's watch? <br />You don't. There is a clock on the oven. <br /> <br />Why do men fart more than women? <br />Because women can't shut up long enough to build <br />up the required pressure. <br /> <br />If your dog is barking at the back door and your <br />wife is yelling at the <br />front door, who do you let in first? <br />The dog, of course. He'll shut up once you let <br />him in. <br /> <br />What's worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig? <br />A woman who won't do what she's told. <br /> <br />I married Miss Right. <br />I just didn't know her first name was "Always." <br /> <br />I haven't spoken to my wife for 18 months: <br />I don't like to interrupt her. <br /> <br />Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes <br />a woman's sex drive by <br />90%. It's called a Wedding Cake. <br /> <br />Marriage is a 3-ring circus: <br />Engagement Ring => Wedding Ring => Suffering. <br /> <br />In the beginning, God created the earth and <br />rested. <br />Then God created Man and rested. Then God created <br />Woman. <br />Since then, neither God nor Man has rested. <br /> <br />Why do men die before their wives? <br />They want to. <br /> <br />A beggar walked up to a well-dressed woman <br />shopping on Rodeo Drive and said, <br />"I haven't eaten anything for days." <br />She looked at him and said, "God, I wish I had <br />your willpower." <br /> <br />Young Son: "Is it true, Dad, I heard that in some <br />parts of Africa a man <br />doesn't know his wife until he marries her?" <br />Dad: That happens in every country, son. <br /> <br />A man inserted an advertisement in the <br />classified: <br />Wife Wanted." The next day he received a hundred <br />letters. <br />They all said the same thing: "You can have <br />mine." <br /> <br />The most effective way to remember your wife's <br />birthday is to forget it <br />once. <br /> <br />Our last fight was my fault: <br />My wife asked me "What's on the TV?" I <br />said: "Dust!" <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />men.....tsk tsk...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108976393151016076?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089701761900783142004-07-13T14:51:00.000+08:002004-07-13T14:56:01.900+08:00i was reallie bored at work..one of my colleagues was readin sum chinese megazine..i asked her to translate the horoscope thang fer me..here's wad she said... <br /> <br />this month... <br />~ don't give up, stick to your principals, no matter wad probles or difficulties arise. <br /> <br />~ i'm moving towards success.. <br /> <br />~ my shoulder will be achin alot..so i muz look out fer my health and try and do a little bit of exercise...EVERYDAY... <br /> <br />~ Friends bring in good luck...( SHIOK...)..!!!!! <br /> <br />~ especially friends from, overseas...(wad u doin tom, ryll..??) <br /> <br />funny how the first day i met ryl ryl..i saw someone get slashed.? <br />good luck..???.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108970176190078314?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089699711492889312004-07-13T14:21:00.000+08:002004-07-13T14:21:51.493+08:00everyone go do this...way cool... <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/daddysgirl/1038281298_sNightSky1.jpg" border="0" alt="Night Sky1"><br>You come from the Night Sky. You're drawn to the<br>stars and planets, and it's no wonder why, you<br>came from them. <br /><br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/daddysgirl/quizzes/Where%20Did%20Your%20Soul%20Originate%3F/"> <font size="-1">Where Did Your Soul Originate?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108969971149288931?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089607662080889462004-07-12T12:47:00.000+08:002004-07-12T12:47:42.080+08:00Lines on your face don't bother me <br />Down in my chair when you dance over me <br />I can't help myself <br />I've got to see you again <br /> <br />Late in the night when I'm all alone <br />And I look at the clock and I know you're <br />not home <br />I can't help myself <br /> <br />I've got to see you again <br />I could almost go there <br />Just to watch you be seen <br />I could almost go there <br />Just to live in a dream <br /> <br />But no I won't go for any of those things <br />To not touch your skin is not why I sing <br />I can't help myself <br />I've got to see you again <br /> <br />I could almost go there.... <br /> <br />No I won't go to share you with them <br />But oh even though I know where <br />you've been <br />I can't help myself <br />I've got to see you again <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108960766208088946?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089268620724951612004-07-08T14:32:00.000+08:002004-07-08T14:37:00.726+08:00here's a little sumthin sumthin..fer those people who think and worry too much...hope it helps...heh.. <br /> <br />There are only two things to worry about, <br />either you are well or you are sick. <br />if you are well, then there's nothin to worry about, <br />if you are sick, then there's only two things to worry 'bout. <br />either you will get well, or you'll die. <br />if you get well, there is nothin to worry about. <br />but if you die, there's only two things to worry about, <br />either you go to heaven or you go to hell. <br />If you go to heaven there is nothin to worry about, <br />but if you go to hell, you'll be too dammed busy shakin hands with <br />friends, that you'll have no time to worry..... <br /> <br />so don't worry..be happy...DDoooOOddOOoDooOddOOo.... <br />peace out..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108926862072495161?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089266976741752902004-07-08T14:09:00.000+08:002004-07-08T14:09:36.740+08:00i don't ride fast..i fly low...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108926697674175290?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089262267381875022004-07-08T12:35:00.000+08:002004-07-08T12:51:07.380+08:00here's a list of things i ... <br />a) need to do <br />b) want to do <br />c) yet to do <br />d) dream of <br />e) wish for....... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />~ get a phone <br />~ buy dat cheongsam thingamajig from BYSI <br />~ get my cert and dip.. <br />~ have a threesome <br />~ dye my hair RED..with black streaks.. <br />~ start my own babysitting company.. <br />~ open a montessori.. <br />~ get my bike and car license <br />~ get my damn BIKE....!!!!! <br />~ one cue somebody at pool..pref kevin.P <br />~ beat gustin a mahtani 3 games in a row.. <br />~ quit smokin'...(i;ve said it b4 and i'll say it again..) <br />~ get my 'barcardi bat' tattoo.. <br />~ master the drums.. <br />~ join SQ <br />~ go to a kickass party, like ferry corsten...(thanx richie.) <br />~ go on a holiday, thailand, hawaii, japan, mauritius..etc etc.. <br />~ get a boob job... <br />~ get ling to eat faster..and not play with her food.. <br />~ spend more time with Mr.Art Colby Silva... <br />~ meet travis or pharrell or ashton..hell i wanna meet all <br /> of 'em.. <br />~ save all the kids gettin abused by their farked up parents.. <br /> (yes all of 'em...) <br />~ prove the theory 'it's impossible to lick your elbow'..WRONG.. <br />~ rent my own apartment.. <br />~ pierce my nipple..yes juz one.. <br />~ go to church regularly... <br />~ see a shooting star... <br />~ bang wade robson...(heh..soft spot fer guys who can dance..) <br />~ buy a hookah.. <br />~ find peace within ... <br />~ club with my man ...GF... <br />~ visit nikki, ryl, debz, B, junior, previne & tamara and family. <br />~ open a shop with ling sellin tutu kueh, not kueh tutu.dammit.. <br />~ learn jap and french... <br />~ learn how to cook.. <br />~ learn to spend money wisely.. <br />~ shave my head, bald. <br />~ dance in the rain. <br />~ get abs.. <br />~ gat a laptop <br />~ accomplish all these things... <br /> <br />well dats all i can think of fer now... <br />to be continued, everytime i think of sumthing new... <br />stay tuned... <br /> <br />dang..i'm gonna be one busy MAFA... <br /> <br />-nobody-... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108926226738187502?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089077034608910112004-07-06T09:23:00.000+08:002004-07-06T09:23:54.633+08:00stars...birds...ahhh...same difference.... <br />sue me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108907703460891011?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089051514161559892004-07-06T02:17:00.000+08:002004-07-06T02:18:34.173+08:00mornin... <br />why do stars suddenly appear... <br />everytime you are near.. <br />juz like me..they want to be... <br />close to you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108905151416155989?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1089012735103243682004-07-05T15:24:00.000+08:002004-07-05T16:52:33.706+08:00after my fall..i felt like i almost died...why..?? <br />i dunno...and the first person that came to my mind was gerard.. <br />why..?...i dunno...but i knew i had to 'overcome' my fear and go see him..i just had to...so as reluctant as i was i went to see him..went to CGH...din know he got transffered...so went to SGH.. <br />when i reached tere had to put on all the protective gear and shit..dat alone scared me..i dunno why...too a deep breath and went in...when i saw him lyin there i couldn't take it,... <br />i cried...i know i shouldn't have let him see me cry but i couldn't help it...he could only move his right hand..and with that he grabbed onto me..like fer his dear life...he din let me go...and i din know wad to say...but he was like beggin me to tell him sumthing..he said it with his eyes...and he kept hittin me with his right hand..not a violent hate hit..but a 'trying to get me to do something' hit..and he kept doin it fer the whole time i was there....i hated myself for not being able to understnd what he wanted...i was so angry there wasn't another way to try and figure out what he wanted...his right hand was in a 'mitten' thingy...coz accordin to the doctor if they removed it he would pull out all the tubes going thru his nose and throat...he already did it many times....why gerard...??? <br />sigh....he has been lying there in the same bleedin position staring at the same bleedin wall fer like weeks...his only form of 'life' and 'communication'..is in a glove like thingamajig and tied to the side of the bed....oh gerard, i wish i could do sumthing...anything i reallie wish....i feel useless...and i'm sorry...i'm reallie sorry gerard...please say sumthing..anything. <br />i'll see you again my darlin'...i promise...and i'll try my best to understand this time.... <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108901273510324368?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1088826219005523152004-07-03T11:34:00.000+08:002004-07-03T11:43:39.006+08:00i am such a doofus...supa accident prone..bah... <br />how in gawd's name am i supposed to get my bike license like this.. <br />arghh..!!!!! <br />fell down stairs this mornin'... <br />fer those who have been to serenity park... <br />the ones at the entrane at the bus stop.. <br />with the gate... <br />yep those stairs... <br />fell ALL the way down..... <br />concussed fer like a milli sec and before i knew it i was at the bottom of the stairs...and the guard was standin in front of me. <br />supa cool la i tell you...this shite can only happen to DESIREE JANE>>>!!!!.... <br />anywayz...hit the back of my head... <br />hurts like a bitch.... <br />left elbow..swollen....ouch... <br />cuts on both knees....dang... <br />can't remember when was the last time i fell and had cuts... <br />fuck on my legs some more... <br />piss me off know... <br />i HATE to scar my legs....ARGH>>>>>!!!!!!..... <br />oh well...head hurts...haven't slept..came to work... <br />oh yeh...and shar...so happy to see ya...pretty lady... <br />miss ya....will def see ya again b4 u go back yeh... <br />love love... <br />11.45am....15 more mins...argh.....oh hurry up... <br />grass and wondergolf on the tenth...ahhh bliss... <br />i've been waitin too long... <br />oh yeh and mikey..i want ALL the photos from last night...send me send me...pwease....thanx....love love..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108882621900552315?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1088731854064588032004-07-02T09:30:00.000+08:002004-07-02T09:31:13.576+08:00oh..thoses little darn ironies of life....bah...heh... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><table border=1 bordercolor=blue cellspacing=0 width=300px><TR><td bgcolor=white align=center><font style='font-family: Arial; font-size: 32pt; color: black;'>NOTE:</font> <font style='font-family: webdings; font-size: 64pt; color: black;'>z</font></td></tr><Tr><td bgcolor=blue align=center><font style='font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; color: white;'>No smoking around dez. Thankyou for your co-operation.</td></tr></table><BR><form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/warning-label/warning-label.php">Username:<input name="uname"><input type=submit value="Get your warning label"><BR> <br /></form>From <a href="http://www.go-quiz.com">Go-Quiz.com</a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108873185406458803?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1088583749702332412004-06-30T16:17:00.000+08:002004-06-30T16:22:29.703+08:00looks like dat wasn't my last... <br />anyhow...here are sum of the things the people at my office call me...yes..there are dat many people...bah..!!! <br /> <br />1) des <br />2) desiree (pronounciation a bit off) <br />3) jane <br />4) jazz...(originated from dez) <br />5) jezerel...(originated from desiree) <br />6) angelina <br />7) jolie <br /> <br />yep yep..it's kinda difficult to respond to soo many things... <br />but yeh..stupid asians...can't pronounce a simple english name.. <br />i'm changin my name to princess consuella bananahammick... <br />rite stu-ey.... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108858374970233241?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1088566355736886372004-06-30T11:07:00.000+08:002004-06-30T11:32:35.736+08:00--<strong>MY LAST ENTRY..??</strong>-- <br /> <br /> <br />i thrive on adrenaline rushes...!! <br />and all my impulse decisions gimme adrenaline rushes... <br />and although their all decisions i made on impulse..i somehow have no regrets..i believe my 'impulsiveness' make me who i am today.....hmm....????..one life live it...just do it.. <br />on the other hand..living on the edge is highly dangerous.. <br />but thats who i am i guess...i love looking fer red buttons..and pushin them...*boom*...i'm the type of person your parents warn you about...DANG...i'm sayin all this like it's a good thing.. <br />well actually..i don't know whether it is...take risks...life's a gamble..although i believe strongly in karma ...contradiction..such a pretty word...you only learn from the 'bad' decisions you make...!!!.... <br /> <br />on a lighter note...here's a little sexist joke.. <br />(for you mike...only coz stewardesses are allowed to get molested..?????)...... <br /> <br />--"GOD, i have a problem." <br /> <br />-"whats the problem EVE?" <br /> <br />"i know that you created me and this beautiful garden, and all these wonderful animals, and that hilarious comedic snake, but i'm juz not happy." <br /> <br />"And why is dat Eve?" came the voice from above. <br /> <br />"God, i am lonely and bored, and i'm sick to death of apples." <br />"Well in dat case, perhaps i have a solution. i shall create a man fer you." <br /> <br />"Man? What is dat God?" <br /> <br />"<strong> <strong></strong>A FLAWED, BASE CREATURE, WITH MANY BAD TRAITS. HE'LL LIE,CHEAT AND BE VAIN. HE'LL BE WITLESS AND WILL REVEL IN CHILDISH THINGS.HE'LL BE BIGGER THAN YOU AND WILL LIKE FIGHTING, HUNTING AND KILLING THINGS. HE WON'T BE TOO SMART(except in stu's case), SO HE'LL NEED YOUR ADVISE TO THINK PROPERLY. HE WILL HAVE A VERY LIMITED EMOTIONAL CAPACITY AND WILL NEED TO BE TRAINED. HE WILL LOOK SILLY WHEN HE IS AROUSED, BUT SINCE YOU'VE BEEN COMPLAINING, I'LL CREATE HIM IN SUCH A WAY THAT HE'LL SATISFY YOUR PHYSICAL NEEDS. AND YOU MOST CERTAINLY WILL NEVER BE BORED AGAIN!"</strong> <br /> <br />"sounds great," says eve, with ironically raised eyebrows, "but whats the catch God?" <br /> <br />"As i said, he'll be proud, arrogant and self-admiring...so you'll have to let him believe that i made him first. adn it will have to be our little secret. you know to woman to woman." <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />and since we're at it...if God was one of us...he/she would be leonie..rite ling....Ms.pope... <br />is this entry considered blasphemy...???? <br /> <br />oh well...*push red button* <br />*lightning strikes...*.... <br />bah... <br /> <br /> <br />Rgds, <br />Desiree <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108856635573688637?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1088553977959618162004-06-30T08:06:00.000+08:002004-06-30T08:06:17.960+08:00The stars will cry the blackest tears tonight <br />And this is the moment that I live for <br />I can smell the ocean air <br />Here I am pouring my heart onto these rooftops <br />Just a ghost to the world <br />Thats exactly, <br />Exactly what I need... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108855397795961816?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1088498146668934632004-06-29T16:35:00.000+08:002004-06-29T16:35:46.666+08:00If I fall along the way <br />Pick me up and dust me off <br />If I get too tired to make it <br />Be my breath so I can walk <br /> <br />If I need some of your love again <br />Give me more than I can stand <br />When my smile gets old and faded <br />Wait around I'll smile again <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108849814666893463?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1088488167813506742004-06-29T13:40:00.000+08:002004-06-29T13:49:27.813+08:00my name...and wad it means..??? <br />besides "the desired one"....heh... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />> A You can be very quiet when you have something <br />> on your mind. <br />> B You are always cautious when it comes to <br />> meeting new people. <br />> C You definitely have a partier side in you, <br />> don't be shy to show it. <br />> D You have trouble trusting people. <br />> E You are a very exciting person. <br />> F Everyone loves you. <br />> G You have excellent ways of viewing people. <br />> H You are not judgmental. <br />> I You are always smiling and making others <br />smile. <br />> J Jealously <br />> K You like to try new things. <br />> L Love is something you deeply believe in. <br />> M Success comes easily to you. <br />> N You like to work, but you always want a break. <br />> O You are very open-minded. <br />> P You are very friendly and understanding. <br />> Q You are a hypocrite. <br />> R You are a social butterfly. <br />> S You are very broad-minded. <br />> T You have an attitude, a big one. <br />> U You feel like you have to equal up to <br />people's <br />> standards. <br />> V You have a very good physique and looks. <br />> W You like your privacy. <br />> X You never let people tell you what to do. <br />> Y You cause a lot of trouble. <br />> Z You're always fighting with someone <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />D - You have trouble trusting people.....(true..) <br />E - You are a very exciting person....(hahaha...) <br />S - You are very broad-minded....(i guess) <br />I - You are always smiling and making others smile...(i hope) <br />R - You are a social butterfly....(very much so...) <br />E - You are a very exciting person....(i'm juz too exciting..) <br />E - You are a very exciting person...(there we go again...).. <br /> <br />-i'm juz too bloody darn exciting...heh...- <br /> <br />J - jealousy.....(very true..) <br />A - You can be very quiet when you have something on <br /> your mind.......( so me...) <br />N - You like to work, but you always want a break....(dang this <br /> this thingamajig is scarin me..) <br />E - yes yes..we all know i'm a very exciting person... <br /> <br /> <br />S - and very broad minded... <br />I - and smiley... <br />L - Love is something you deeply believe in...(yep yep..) <br />V - You have a very good physique and looks....(heh).. <br />A - and very quiet when i have sumthing on my mind...bah... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108848816781350674?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1088063286805714812004-06-24T15:47:00.000+08:002004-06-24T15:48:06.806+08:00i got too much life...running thru my veins ...goin to waste...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108806328680571481?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1088048603932871932004-06-24T11:30:00.000+08:002004-06-24T11:43:23.933+08:00well done des...spoil your whole body/sleepin clock again..dang...din sleep the whole of tues till wed...went to meet oli,luc,jo,ali,mike,shan,gus...played pool till 6 in the bleedin mornin',....yep yep...shiok...then went to work...intoxicated...or not quite...drank coffee liquor..(mike mixed)...quite good actually..etheral...like a big shock to my senses....was completely awake till like 2pm...then was horribly tired...couldn't stay awake...!!bah....drank more coffee...p.s- i'm becomin a coffee addict.....COFFEE..oh well...then after work went to stu-ey's place..fer the RCC BBQ....aiight la... <br />playin pool again today..whoodie doo...happenone...!!!... <br />we the BFC will be playin against susupanas...you goin down peepss...all the way down to chinatown....muahahahaha..... <br />oh yeh got muh pay sliptoday....hahahahaha...guess wad.. <br />they're like cutting $2 fer sum eldercare home thingamajig...!! <br />WAD..??...and like fer my case $3 fer the bleedin indian assoc. <br />and another %0.50 fer the chinese dev. wadeva....wadafak..??? <br />how come indians and malays have to pay 3 while chinky chongs only have to pay 50cents...????....racist MAFA's..... <br />well there goes a good BK meal...to people i dun even know... <br />adn then there's like 20% of my pay is goin to people and places i haven't even met or bought yet....BAH..!!!...i guess it's good in a way lah....but still....Bi-atch...!!.... <br />stoopid s'pore.... <br />bye peeps... <br />beat ya later..susupanas.... <br />cheers... <br /> <br />your perfume like chocolate..an aphrodisiac.... <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108804860393287193?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1087877462451793802004-06-22T12:10:00.000+08:002004-06-22T12:11:02.450+08:00ThE ScOrE Is 15-7 y'all....woohoo..... <br />let's go stu...round 3 ....FIGHT....!!! <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108787746245179380?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1087360976222095982004-06-16T12:42:00.000+08:002004-06-16T13:38:41.466+08:00i'm reallie tired and i need sleep...been havin like 4 to 5 hours of sleep everyday...not good enuff..i need like 12 a day... yes i'm a pig...okie i take dat back..i'm a sleepin beauty.. <br />and i need my beauty sleep...eyebags make people look like shit.. <br />and it doesn't help when you leave your contact lenses on over night..or in my case..fer a week.... <br />office is bleedin cold..and once again ..it has to be one of those blasted days that i din bring my jacket..fook me..fook yu.. <br />so cold..bRrr...sneezing again..flu comin back..with a vengeance.. <br />head hurts...dang..im gonna be sick again...drats..why am i suddenly so weak..bah..i need sleep...and before stu-ey lectures me again...exercise...yes stu-ey...i'll work sumthing out.. <br />gonna work on those arms and stomach...LING..!!!...we supposed to get abs remember..??and i said abs not abz..olivia...!!... <br />hurry when..we muz come up with sum sorta schedule..my house gym..?? <br />ON..??...we're gonna be supa toned lean mean killing machines.. <br />muahahah,.... <br />u touch my tralala and my ding ding dong... <br />had mee rebus fer lunch...tasted like shit..fark..i'm reallie sick...my sista wants to go clubbin today...i feel i shld go with her..but i reallie dun feel like...feel like shit..and i'm bleedin tired...how now...??i wanna sleep... <br />okie before i pen/type down anymore crap..i betta leave it at that...see ya... <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108736097622209598?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1087360810606165142004-06-16T12:26:00.000+08:002004-06-16T12:40:10.606+08:00OH MUH GAWD..~!!!!!!...this is officially the third time i be writting this entry...argh...keeps gettin deleted...disappearing..bah..!!! <br /> <br />anywayz....i'm goin pool crazy...i feel like playin pool every gawd forsaken waking hour...bah...pool pool..pool...pool... <br />and yeh...team BFC is gonna kick sum serious mungen butt in the tournament..we're gonna emerge victorious..okie maybe not but like top 10 or betta yet top 8 or sumthing so we will get like prizes...whoopdie fucken doo...and yeh...a big shout out to all BFC'ians..tahnx fer your support over the past few days...much appreaciated..REPRESENT..!!...we will do us proud..!!!!!.... <br /> <br />now fer the highight of this entry...*jang jang jang*... <br />half of mafa yishun...asw my mafa ass...yep...i flashed...bah.. <br />i din know tere was a tear/split..in my pants...yes right down the ass crack...argh..!!!!sombody shoot me...gawd knows how long it was torn fer and how many people saw...but yeh...and to top it all off...i wasn't wearing 'normal' undies...uh-huh...so they literally saw my ass...ARgh,,!!!..and of all the days i chose today not to bring a jacket..bah...well..i'm juz gonna ignore it and pretnd like it was intended, ya know like it was sum ViVaLaBFC prank or sumthing..except that it wasn't filmed...yep yep..these things can only happen to me..i swear..stupid things only happen to stupider people...well enough 'bout my infamous bum... <br /> <br />all those interested in goin to centro tom (17/06/2004)..fer RnB nite..pls get back to me asap...might be able to get y'all in free..dun worry no bum exposing clothin allowed...!! <br /> <br />shitz...i remember i had another 2 paragraghs of stuff i wanted to say..but i can't remember them now...dang..!! <br />oh well..till i remember.. <br />tata... <br />toodlez.. <br /> <br />-broken smile- <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108736081060616514?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1087197502219405982004-06-14T15:15:00.000+08:002004-06-14T15:18:22.220+08:00stuey..thanx to you..i've got part of the burden of my chest..!! <br />thanx hun.....importance and the biggest prob and wad not... <br />called my school..could defer this module ... so pool...here i come... <br />bring out the banners and the flags and the trophies and the blow horns <br />...muahahahahha.....kick ass ...ViVaLa BFC..!!!!!! <br /> <br />thanx again hun... <br />well...dun say i neva listen ai.... <br />i do... <br />selective hearing... <br />bah... <br /> <br /> <br />-sleepy-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108719750221940598?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1087189603036846612004-06-14T13:00:00.000+08:002004-06-14T13:06:43.036+08:00--- whenever i step outside, somebody claims to see the light <br />it seems to me dat all of us have lost our patience. <br />'cause everyone thinks they're right, <br />and nobody thinks dat there juz might be more than one road <br />to our final destination. <br /> <br />but i'm not ever goin to kow if i'm right or wrong <br />'coz we're all goin in the same direction <br />and i'm not sure which way to go <br />coz all along we've been goin in the same direction. <br /> <br />i'm tired of playin games, of looking fer sumone else to blame <br />for all the holes in answers that are clearly showing <br />for sumthing to fill the space, was all of the time i spent a waste..??? <br />coz so many choices point the same way i was goin'... <br /> <br />so why does there have to be only ONE correct philosophy..?? <br />i don't want to go and follow you juz to end up like one of 'em.. <br />and why are u always telling me wad u want me to believe..? <br />i'd like to think that i can go my own way and meet u in the end.. <br /> <br />but i'm not ever going to know............. <br /> <br /> <br />-stoned-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108718960303684661?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1086999148615875292004-06-12T08:11:00.000+08:002004-06-12T08:12:28.616+08:00Give me one good reason to live... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />-sleepy-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108699914861587529?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1086934403306623322004-06-11T14:12:00.000+08:002004-06-11T14:13:23.306+08:00Excuse me but can I be you for awhile, <br />My dog won't bite if you sit real still, <br />I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again <br />Yeah I can hear that <br />Been saved again by the garbage truck <br />I got something to say you know but nothing comes <br />Yes I know what you think of me you never shut up <br />Yeah I can hear that <br /> <br />But what if I'm a mermaid, in these jeans of his <br />With her name still on it <br />Hey but I don't care 'cause <br />Sometimes, I said sometimes <br />I hear my voice and it's been here <br />Silent all these years <br /> <br />So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts <br />What's so amazing about really deep thoughts <br />Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon <br />How's that thought for you <br />My scream got lost in a paper cup <br />I think there's a heaven where some screams have gone <br />I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think it's enough <br />To get us there 'cause... <br /> <br />Years go by, will I still be waiting <br />For somebody else to understand <br />Years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty <br />And the orange clouds raining in my hand <br />Years go by, will I choke on my tears <br />'Til finally there is nothing left <br />One more casualty you know <br />We're too easy easy easy... <br /> <br />Well I love the way we communicate <br />Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape <br />Let's hear what you think of me now <br />And baby don't look up, the sky is falling <br />Your mother shows up in a nasty dress <br />It's your turn now to stand where I stand <br />Everybody lookin' at you <br />You take hold of my hand <br />Yeah I can hear them... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />-SILENT-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108693440330662332?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1086932912415286932004-06-11T13:43:00.000+08:002004-06-11T13:48:32.416+08:00Here's the cream of the crop guys.... <br />the icing on the cake... <br />i'm goin out of my mind... <br />i might get sacked... <br />wadafak....?? <br />80% chance... <br />bah... <br />i'm so dead.... <br /> <br /> <br />-farked- <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108693291241528693?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1086918792274537572004-06-11T09:41:00.000+08:002004-06-11T09:53:12.273+08:00I don't feel so good... <br />i think i'm slowly sinking into depressed emo me again...haven't been there fer a while now...too many things happenin at once.. <br />very lost...no time to sort out my thoughts...it's killin me .. <br />so guys..if i seem kinda not me...or just lost or stoned... <br />forgive me...i'm very tired..of wad..?..i don't quite know myself..just feelin like emotionally & mentally drained out... <br />i feel like i'm standin in this place...and like i'm surrounded by like a huge circle of friends...but i can't reach anyone.. <br />i'm just in the center of it all... <br />i'm tryin to not think about gerard...initially i was so upset that i was past the whole upset thing...like it wasn't reallie happenin...and i was cool about it...too cool.... <br />but now...as i get more emo and depressed by the day..i can't help but think about gerard and wad's reallie happenin and worsen my sorry, pitiful, pathetic self.... <br />bah.... <br />life's a bitch lah.... <br />i'm manic depressive.... <br /> <br />-stoned-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108691879227453757?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1086588113157795352004-06-07T13:59:00.000+08:002004-06-07T15:07:41.343+08:00afternoon.....yawn...anywayz people...ive been diagnosed with smokers' laryngitis (or however you spell it)...well this only happens to people who smoke...as the name suggests....well..basically you just have reallie painful sore throats and very bad coughs...and chest pains when you 'over' cough...yes it is quite an unbearable experience....anyhow...i have just been informed that one of my frenz was also goin thru the same shit..same coughs..same pains..same everything...and he was just told he's got throat cancer..the first stage...and he has to go fer blood tranfusions quite frequently..coz you'll tend to cough and throw up blood....should i be wary..??afraid.. <br />wadeva....would that happen to me...he's only 19...i'm gonna be 18.. <br />so it is possible to get throat cancer at my age...people start smoking at 18...i HAVE to stop smoking at 18....wad the hell...?? <br />initially i planned to stop smokin when i got pregnant...it was the only thing that would motivate enough to quit..my child...but wad about my own voice or life fer that matter...somehow i'm the least bit worried...but i can't help but think about it...wad should i do...?? <br />quit...??yeh i bet i'm gonna get an unanimous response...but still.. <br />smoking has been a habit...a bad habit...and bad habits die hard... <br />blah..oh well...lets just see... <br />anywayz kudos to mr.david 'giordano ad' dcuz....and sabina... <br />woohoo..i hope you guys make it to the last thirty so we get to vote...whoopdie doo.... <br />oh yeh..and sorry stu-ey fer last night...my late nights reallie took a toll...so yeh....will make it up to you today ...escape plan no.2.. <br />oh yeh...one more thing..never ever agree to bets which you know are not gonna end up in your favour....*rite cuzzay*....!*~!~ <br />marcus and i (the BFC)..had a slave match (pool game) with stuart and kev...and yes the BFC lost...tragically...and yes as the name suggests..marcus and i are slaves to kev and stu...blah...the amount of humiliating things we had to do already are...well..a bitch... <br />we had to walk around the pool table singing 'i'm a slave fer you'..reallie loudly..not to mention the stupid actions that came along with it...argh..!!...i had to rack the balls fer ALL of kevin's games...buy him and stu food when we went to burger king...and gawd knows wad else...we have to be slaves fer a week...meaning till next sunday...which also means cuzzay and i are gonna have a reallie reallie tiring and horrendus time at choir camp...not to mention kev's birthday too...BI-atch...!!!....oh well.... <br />anywayz...got to go back to shit ass work now.... <br />later guys... <br />cheers... <br />dez..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108658811315779535?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1086321309716350112004-06-04T11:55:00.000+08:002004-06-04T11:55:09.716+08:00Come into these arms again <br />And lay your body down <br />The rhythm of this trembling heart <br />Is beating like a drum <br />I cannot bear of how it sounds <br />I cover my ears <br />Yet my soul it hears <br />It hears <br /> <br />Once I had the rarest rose <br />That ever came to bloom <br />Cruel world chilled the bud <br />And stole my flower too soon <br /> <br />The rarest wine <br />The finest grapes <br />blood red silk <br />upon dusty drapes <br /> <br />Lay you before my eyes <br />cold within my arms <br />i whisper sweet nothings <br />nothing more than lies <br /> <br />oh why oh why <br />my mind a pain, a flood <br />the curse of my throat that thirsts not for sustenance <br />but the warmth of your blood <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108632130971635011?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1086231465311019662004-06-03T10:45:00.000+08:002004-06-03T11:01:01.890+08:00blah...mornin to one and all..and happy are those who are stil sleepin..shait..miss those days when i din have to do nothin but sleep. <br />oh glorious...sleep at like 5 in the mornin and wake up the next evening....blah....so unhealthy...so nocturnal...so fun...so me... <br />well...here i am now at work...damn bleedin tired...keep fallin asleep. <br />think i shall juz have a nap soon...yawn....well wish i could could go home straight after work and sleep the rest of the evenin away... <br />but NO....i've got school...dang...and all my assignments are like due today...Bi-Atch..!!...i haven't done anything yet....except the pics and stuff..but my floppy is acting up on me...format this bitch..!! <br />wad kinda fuck shit is windows can't format your floppy..would you like to format it now..???blah blah blah....NO....and get all my pics deleted....screw you windows...i hate computers...i dunno how ta use them....all i can master now is, click and drag....rite stu....rite rite rite.?i'm getting there...but till then...i hate computers... <br />i wanna sleep..and smoke....yes at the same time...shiok..i juz realised i haven't clubbed in a while...argh...i wanna go out..!!! <br />oh yeh...pool com on sunday...dunno wad it is....but i know i'm gonna <br />loose...if it's a team thingy...i'm reallie sorry tin...can't play under pressure...i'm a 'social' playa...*~!~muahahaha....oh well..see how things go....i wanna go see gerard...but he still has that annoyin fever that wun go away...so we can't go see him....argh..!!!! <br />i hope he's gettin better and his body is like respondin to the medicine and shit...sigh....hurry gers...the world is waiting fer you.. <br />i wanna watch shrek2...or rather i kinda watched it with stu already.. <br />but fell asleep at the ending...like the last 10 mins...so technically i haven't watched it..coz i dunno wad happened....damn stupid... <br />so yeh..stu...i wanna watch shrek again...!!!....and i wanna watch the rest of friends and OC.....yeh...fark....school...!!!i wanna change my bloggie's template...but i dunno how to...again...so if anyone is free and has got nothin better to do...or just feels reallie nice and would like to help me change my template...tag me baby...tag me like you've neva tagged before....~*!*~!*~ <br />and then we'll work sumthing out..... <br />so yeh....gotta get back to work...and 'formattin'...of my floppy... <br />however that is done.... <br />later... <br /> <br />dez <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108623146531101966?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1085983088668056372004-05-31T13:57:00.000+08:002004-05-31T13:58:08.666+08:00today is anti-tobacco day or anti-smoking day or sum balderdash like dat...*~!*~!**~....bulllshit...!!! <br />stupidest day in the world...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108598308866805637?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1085972317348762112004-05-31T10:56:00.000+08:002004-05-31T10:58:37.346+08:00HEY PEOPLE..... <br />sorry if most of my entries are songs....can express more thru song...blah...sumtimes i juz like the song so much...i feel i must share it...hahahhahah....wad excuses....????....... <br />anyhow...i miss you GERARD.......~*!*~!*~*!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108597231734876211?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1085972162435145352004-05-31T10:53:00.000+08:002004-05-31T10:56:02.436+08:00With all of this I know <br />Now everything inside of my head <br />It all just goes to show how <br />Nothing I know changes me at all <br />Again I wait for this to change instead <br />To tear the world in two <br />Another night with her <br />But I'm always wanting you <br /> <br />Use me Holly come on and use me <br />We know where we go <br />Use me Holly come on and use me <br />We go where we know <br /> <br />With all of this I feel now <br />Everything inside of my heart <br />It all just seems to be how <br />Nothing i feel pulls at me at all <br />Again i wait for this to pull apart <br />To break my time in two <br />Another night with her <br />But I'm always wanting you <br /> <br />Use me Holly come on and ues me <br />We know where we go <br />Use me Holly come on and use me <br />We go where we know <br /> <br />Shes all I need <br />Shes all I dream <br />Shes all Im always wanting <br />Shes all I need <br />Shes all I dream <br />Shes all Im always wanting you <br />Yeah Im always wanting you <br /> <br />Use me Holly come on and ues me <br />We know where we go <br />Use me Holly come on and use me <br />We go where we know <br /> <br />Shes all I need <br />Shes all I dream <br />Shes all Im always wanting <br />Shes all I need <br />Shes all I dream <br />Shes all Im always wanting you <br />Yeah Im always wanting you <br /> <br />Oh again I wait for this <br />To fill the hole <br />To shake the sky in two <br />Another night with her <br />I'm always wanting you <br />Another night with her <br />But I'm always wanting you <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108597216243514535?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1085560006792995382004-05-26T16:26:00.000+08:002004-05-26T16:26:46.793+08:00Notice me, take my hand <br />Why are we strangers when <br />Our love is strong <br />Why carry on without me <br /> <br />Everytime I try to fly, I fall <br />Without my wings, I feel so small <br />I guess I need you, baby <br />And everytime I see you in my dreams <br />I see your face, it's haunting me <br />I guess I need you, baby <br /> <br />I make believe that you are here <br />It's the only way I see clear <br />What have I done <br />You seem to move on easy <br /> <br />And everytime I try to fly, I fall <br />Without my wings, I feel so small <br />I guess I need you, baby <br />And everytime I see you in my dreams <br />I see your face, you're haunting me <br />I guess I need you, baby <br /> <br />I may have made it rain <br />Please forgive me <br />My weakness caused you pain <br />And this song's my sorry <br /> <br />At night I pray <br />That soon your face will fade away <br /> <br />And everytime I try to fly, I fall <br />Without my wings, I feel so small <br />I guess I need you, baby <br />And everytime I see you in my dreams <br />I see your face, you're haunting me <br />I guess I need you, baby <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108556000679299538?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1085376353064787102004-05-24T13:17:00.000+08:002004-05-24T13:25:53.063+08:00life is unpredictable.... <br /> <br /> dunno wad to say.... <br />i have soo many things to say...but i dunno where to start... <br />i miss gerard.... <br />i miss him so much.... <br />and i want him to wake up...i want him to be alrite... <br />i want him to talk to me....i wanna talk to him... <br />i wanna return him the 20 buckz...i wanna go to zouk with him ..as planned....!!! <br />i wanna chill with him like we were supposed to... <br />june gerard...???remember....we planned our whole thingamajig. <br />you can't cancel....!!!....you juz can't.. <br />i'm not letting you.... <br />gerard i've not said i loved you enough..and i'm sorry... <br />i love you so much..and miss ya like killa bad.... <br />and i'm sorry i din go and meet you on wednesday.... <br />coz i was too fucken lazy to walk to cineleisure.... <br />i'm so so so sorry.......... <br /> <br /> <br />here's a song...our song...we liked this song... <br />with no relation to wadeva..... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />You mother came up to me <br />She wanted answers only she should know <br />Only she should know <br /> <br />It wasn't easy to deal <br />With the tears that rolled down her face <br />I had no answers 'cause <br />I didn't even know you <br /> <br />But these words <br />They can't repace <br />The life you... <br />...the life you waste <br /> <br />How could you paint this picture? <br />With life as bad as it should seem <br />That there were no more options for you <br />I can't explain how I feel <br />I've been there many times before <br />I've tasted the cold steel of my life crashing down before me <br /> <br />But these words <br />They can't repace <br />The life you... <br />...the life you waste <br /> <br />Did Daddy not love you? <br />Or did he love you just too much? <br />Did he control you? <br />Did he live through you at your cost? <br />Did he leave no questions for you to answer on your own? <br /> <br />WELL FUCK THEM! <br />AND FUCK HER! <br />AND FUCK HIM! <br />AND FUCK YOU! <br />For not having <br />The strenght in your heart <br />To pull through! <br />I've had doubts! <br />I have failed! <br />I've fucked up! <br />I've had plans! <br />Doesn't mean <br />I should take <br />My Life <br />With my own hands <br /> <br />But these words <br />They can't repace <br />The life you... <br />...the life you waste <br /> <br />But these words <br />The don't replace <br />The life you... <br />THE LIFE YOU WASTE <br /> <br /> <br />staind-waste<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108537635306478710?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1083655683692014302004-05-04T15:27:00.000+08:002004-05-04T15:32:04.450+08:00There’s nothing I can do to be cool <br />I don’t sleep till I’ve had my fuel <br />It frustrates if I’m deprived <br />A hunger that grates from deep inside <br />Feel like I’m doing time <br />Imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime <br />In my mind I must overcome the need to define <br />Solitary silence of a faceless crime <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108365568369201430?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1083655318027567112004-05-04T15:14:00.000+08:002004-05-04T15:25:58.856+08:00Mama take this badge off me, <br />I can't use it any more, <br />It's getting dark, too dark to see, <br />Feel I'm knocking on heaven's door....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108365531802756711?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1083654145613340342004-05-04T13:38:00.000+08:002004-05-04T15:06:26.686+08:00been sick...sick like a bitch....high fever....i hate being sick....besides the fact that i get attention..heh.....well this time stuart had to take care of me..thanx hun fer everything...seriously....much better now thanx to you....sorrie if i scared you or anything....heh....all is good....i'm always okie ..remember...i've got school later.....honestly i dun feel like goin...still feel like crap...but blah.... <br />juz keep swimmin ...juz keep swimmin.....i've got like 4 assignments to hand in in june...and i haven't started yet....blah....anybody goin to the national library anytime soon...?????..help......... <br />i feeel lost....i dunno how or in wad way...but i juz feel lost... <br />i think i need a boyfriend.....hah......or maybe i juz need to get better.... <br />i'm juz pretty nonchalant about everything now....... <br />i've got no feeling... <br />juz keep swimmin......juz keep swimmin.... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108365414561334034?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1083143024953045582004-04-28T16:18:00.000+08:002004-04-28T17:08:00.496+08:00aloha....i realised i haven't been bloggin like consistently...so like fer those of you who check my blog every now and then to read up....sorry....juz too damn lazy....anywayz...i think i have a boring life now....i have absolutely nothin to write about....blah blah blah.....schools a drag...but i reallie want my dip..so yeh fuck dat....and yes stu ...u need a girlfriend...u have too much idle time on your hands....and no hibernatin is not an option....ryll ryll....i love you...and miss you...come back quick....i know u miss abby...wei ling..i miss you...but situation is such dat we somehow dun do normal frenz stuff together anymore...weird....cuzzay...my bestfren...keep it real....marcus...my malaysian mat fren...we've been thru shit yeh...my fellow juvenile delinquent......kevie....my daddy....please find a gurlfren....and kudos fer the anti smokin campaign...!!....niz...the person i confide the little stuff i need help with.....love.....luretia...hang in there babe....it's the last 7 months...muax...joanne....you too....and i want my mini eggs...debra....where the hell are you...????..hurry back.....sharina....woohoo....i'm waiting......arun....my god-grand daddy....thanx fer everything you din have to do....mikey.....great b-day bash....and please ride safely.....bryan...sorry fer almost tearin ur pool table apart....claire...misses and kisses....please study babe......gerard...miss ya too...hope army is not killin ya.....richie boy...been ages...all the best with the films......hammie boy...novena..this sat....nice shoes....dani....miss ya loads...sorry fer all the cancelled appointments...this fri..i promise....james...my darlin son...mummy loves you...even though you do stupid stupid things....field...the guy with the gorgeous smile.....my darlin sister....you'll always be beautiful to me ai....muax...gustin...i want sum of those magic cheese.....ronald...you're reallie intelligent..dun let anyone tell you different...martin...talented little boy..you'll get her dun worry.....kenneth edwin koko krunch kong...you the man....raymond you chinky boy..thanx fer the memories...heh..EEEEeeEEEe......varian...where are you doll....???...nicole my darlin cuzzy wuzzy...i hope all is goin good fer you...hurry back yeh....miss my butteryfly sista....muahahah....david hott stuff...keep it workin......hmm...have i left anyone out...?????have i.....if i have i'm reallie sorry..tag me and let me know aiii.....man..this blog makes me feel like i'm gonna die......argh..!!!!anywayz...peace all....i've got nothin but love.......muahahaha...i hope...~*!~*!~!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108314302495304558?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1083140203533744172004-04-28T16:16:00.000+08:002004-04-28T16:20:58.920+08:00<img src="http://images.quizilla.com/O/omgitscraig/1078930216_lerversion.jpg" border="0" alt="Funeral For A Friend"><br>Emo! You're very in touch with your emotions and<br>that's what I like about you! It's all about<br>the music for you... I have pity for your<br>tortured soul...you're just like me... <br /><br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/omgitscraig/quizzes/What%20genre%20of%20rock%20are%20you%3F/"> <font size="-1">What genre of rock are you?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108314020353374417?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1082187160966128352004-04-17T15:18:00.000+08:002004-04-17T15:36:40.890+08:00it's been a while.... <br /> <br />been very busy lately....workin...schooling...and partyin.....not exactly in their respective order...anyhow...haven't blogged in quite a while.....started school....doin early childhood...yes...me ...a kindergarten teacher....kinda cool....msn's a bitch...wads up with the whole new software shit...dang....and pitas is down.....blah....sumthin's up..........kevin quit smokin........i think i should quit too....i'll juz wait and see.....if kev doesn't smoke fer a month...i think i'll quit too....dun think i'll have the discipline to though....hoi stu.......where's bell and niz...???????????? <br />went to china black with kev and stu on thurs....both of 'em were high....they drank 'bout 8 jugs....alcoholics......tsk tsk....i'm losing my train of thought...can't phrase and construct rite.....blah.... <br />i need sleep...........sorry once again fer this incoherent psycho babble.......................................................................... <br /> <br /> <br />dez...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108218716096612835?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1081592068372672592004-04-10T18:12:00.000+08:002004-04-10T18:18:19.093+08:00<center><FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"><B>I am 48% evil.</B></FONT><br> <br /><a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" Target="_"><!-- Image here! --></a><br> <br /><FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"></center> <br />I could go either way. I have sinned quite a bit but I still have a bit of room for error. My life is a tug of war between good and evil.</font><BR><BR> <br /><FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"><a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" Target="_">Are you evil?</A> find out at <a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com" Target="_">Hilowitz.com</A><BR></FONT> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108159206837267259?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1081244889289934882004-04-06T17:25:00.000+08:002004-04-06T17:52:10.763+08:00hello one and all...it's tuesday today...the second day of the week...damn it's moving o so slowly...daryl's comin back in another 2 days...can't hardly wait.....miss ya blink buddy....went fer mass on sunday...despite the fact that i went clubbin the nite b4....aren't ya proud of me leo...hehehehehe....well my health's not doin so well..i know it's not quite much of a surprise to anyone but....i dunno...i reallie dun feel myself...healthwise dat is...blacked out 3 times on saturday...dang.......oh yeh...and i'm officially a vip at cheeky's....hehe...tahnx to my father...he went fer the first time..last sat..and they gave him the vip card....dang...so yeh....it's mine now.. <br />muahahha....supposed to meet a aspecial someone on monday but didn't...had to go fer a wake....i hope you're reading this...i'm reallie sorry....please fergive me...it's reallie farked up not having aphone...i hate it....i reallie do...well yeh it is kinda peaceful and all dat..but... <br />life would definitely be much easier...i've just realised and only just understood...a few things...after talking to a few people...and i find it reallie unfair and weird....somebody loves somebody else...but the love is like fading...so this somebody naturally falls fer somebody else...but that somebody else doesn't like that somebody...so this somebody feels so unloved...but there is somebody elseewho reallie loves this somebody....but this somebody doesn't know...get it...maybe not....anyhow...i think love is reallie reallie unfair...oh well...went fer a wake yesterday....juz came back a while ago...kept vigil....ansley seems to be taking everything well....but maybe it's coz it hasn;t hit him yet...coz he doesn't want it to....coz he wants ta be strong fer his mum and sis....he doesn't have a choice...and he's lucky ..he's got lots of distraction...us...his frenz.....keeps his mind of thinking....but when he's finally alone...and actually sits down and thinks about it...it's gonna hit him ...hit him bad...and dats when he's got ta be his strongest....the strongest his ever been...she was like a dad ta him(or so he claims).....i can reallie imagine how he's gonna feel....ans ans ans....all my prayers..... <br /> <br />i had 8 pratas this mornin fer breakfast.....FAT..!!!!!! <br />i need exercise soon......STUART...!!!!!!!help..!!! <br />i need a vodka mudshake....!!!!! <br /> <br /> <br />my apologies to all tht people i'm supposed to meet but didn't... <br />i dun mean to be a ditcher.....i'm juz kinda messed up with my timing and plannin rite now.....kinda disoriented without my phone babes.....please try and understand....... <br />and thanx to my condo security guard...richie you owe me big time.. <br />hehehehehehe.....evil ....i'm evil........ <br /> <br /> <br />toodlez...... <br /> <br />love, <br />~dEz~ <br /> <br /> ~when i come around~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108124488928993488?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1080890110369109162004-04-02T15:14:00.000+08:002004-04-02T15:18:49.890+08:00wei ling and all you blondes go do the blonde thingy...wad the fuck...britney spears....dang....at least she's hot in the toxic video ....rite richie....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108089011036910916?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1080890059277771252004-04-02T15:10:00.000+08:002004-04-02T15:17:58.810+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/dumbblondequiz.html"><img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/britneyspears.jpg" alt="britney spears" width="150" height="150" border="0"></a> <br /><br><br> <br /><h2>Your Inner Blonde is <a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/britneyspears.html">Britney Spears</a></h2> <br /><br> <br />"Whee! I'm a virgin. Look at my butt crack!" <br /><br> <br />If everyone were as dumb as you, you'd be able to pull that one off. <br /><br> <br />But, you do get props for being one of the richest women around! <br /><br><br> <br /><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/dumbblondequiz.html"><font size="+1"><b>Who's *Your* Inner Dumb Blonde? 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sexuality will be explosive once it's unleashed.<br> <br />And if the tiger is out already ...then keep up the good work! <br /><br><br> <br /><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/bodyquiz.html"><font size="+1"><b>What Body Part Are You Most Like?</b></font></a> <br /><br><b><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/">More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</a></b></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108088981219504820?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1080889366252399682004-04-02T15:02:00.000+08:002004-04-02T15:06:25.936+08:00see i told you guys...i should juz prierce my lip....dang.....ouch...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108088936625239968?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1080889318033881092004-04-02T15:01:00.000+08:002004-04-02T15:05:37.716+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/piercingquiz.html"><img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/lip.jpg" alt="lip piercing" width="150" height="150" border="0"></a> <br /><br><br> <br /><h2>You Are A <a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/lip.html" target="_blank">Lip Piercing</a></h2> <br />In your face punk, and borderline angsty.<br> <br />You wouldn't be caught dead at a corporate job.<br> <br />But you can be found at Tower Records.<br> <br />You rate your friends by how hardcore their piercings and tattoos are. <br /><br><br> <br /><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/piercingquiz.html"><font size="+1"><b>What Piercing Are *You*?</b></font></a> <br /><br><b><a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/">More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</a></b> <br /></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108088931803388109?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1080886139063340752004-04-02T13:55:00.000+08:002004-04-02T14:12:38.640+08:00hello world it is i again....swollen knuckled depressive emo me....blah..... <br />it is a friday..but for some funny reason i i am not in party mode...i do not feel like going to cheeky monkeys although half the world has somehow managed to get in touch with me and asked me to go...i need trance ..i feel like trance... <br />progressive trance....i feel like juz going to liberté to chill....anyone..???i want a vodka mudshake....honest...if ya haven't tried it..go....it's not like hardcore alcohol...it;s juz reallie nice..and kinda addictive....dang....heavenly....it's like cool ice chocolate you can get high on....miraculous.....weiling..seein how you're all sick and all.you should get a bottle of this vodka mudshake thingy...it'll cure you..muahahaha...cuzzay go get her one...no batteries included...vigil tonight...oh yeh sorry guys..maundy thurs is next thurs...and daryl's coming back next thurs....got my dates all screwed up...bleah...so yhe....dunno whether i should go fer the vigil..reallie wouldn't mind...but yeh...it's gonna be reallie reallie boring...not even goin clubbing tonight..so it;s not coz of dat.....but blah....staying over in church ...????....can't even stay awake during mass...(whoops).....okie maybe i can....dang... <br />we'll see how....oh yeh peeps do ya think my template is like too irritating..?? <br />like it's too diff to read..coz the font is too small and too light...tag and let me know aiight....need to do sum reno...rite richie....hmm...make it betta than leo's muahahahah..... <br /> <br /> <br />*you were too focused on the destination...dat you missed the whole gawd damned ride...* <br /> <br />love, <br />~dEz~ <br /> ~when i come around~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108088613906334075?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1080796515092147802004-04-01T12:48:00.000+08:002004-04-01T13:18:53.123+08:00i haven't written in a long time...well i dunno wad to write...wad to say....emo emo emo....my knuckles are swollen....in pain...finally took out my contacs afer like a week i think...made a resolution to take them out every day..but too gawd damn lazy....it's palm sunday this weekend...coolioz...oh wait is it maundy thursday today...???dang....i'm such a farked up catholic...leonie's gonna kill me...heh...so is stu-ey....bLeaH....i hate cockroaches....i hate clowns...i hate sluts....i hate..i hate ...i hate......dang i sound like a spoilt angry child....fergive me people....i have my moments....i need a job...another job...i wanna become a workaholic..and work like mad..till i have no time fer myself..till i have no time to think...till i have no time to breathe............... <br />*ouch my knuckles*...miss ya richie boy....haven't seen ya in eons.....well, i'll see ya soon okie...swear.....will prolly call ya after this..but i think you'll be in school....oh well..lardidar....daryl's coming back today....i think...i bet he's gonna be so shocked when he sees abby's braces....yes yes...my sista got braces..muhahahaha..damn cute..she's so conscious of them....i told her to get purple and she did...happenin'.....here's a reallie blonde joke.....leonie...i'm not dissin you..it reallie happened....muahahaha...classic i tell you... <br /> <br />girl 1 : hurry up we're late..... <br />girl 2 (blonde) : i can't run so fast, i juz put my braces....... <br /> <br />wad the fuck....yes it did happen....i can't believe she's my sista....love her to bits though....wei ling...!!!..i think you should start writing a book...like all the classic things you blonde peeps do.....it'll be quite a hit.... <br />i think i'm becomin blonde....argh..!!!!!!!!! <br />................................................................................................................ <br /> <br />i need the beach... <br />i need blood... <br />i need ciggies... <br /> <br /> <br />love <br />~dEz~ <br /> ~when i come around~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108079651509214780?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1080277908839554242004-03-26T12:56:00.000+08:002004-03-26T13:15:18.733+08:00hello everyone.... <br />i juz saw weiling's blog...and i realised i miss her...miss her alot...in a funny diff way...(yes i am les)....sighz....miss ya weiling...well...pierced my lip yesterday..when i was kinda tipsy on a shitload of beer...ouch.. <br />slept at about 11 plus...and woke up at about 10 in the mornin today..yawn...oh yeh...got a job...starting on monday...at the hyatt.. <br />can't wait...reallie confused now...about alot o things actually....guys.. school...life...oh well...up to me to figure things out...bLeaH...i want a ciggie...as usual...i juz realised...dat i've lived a whole damn week without any money at all....wow....i'm such a bum...... <br /> ** stuart is my friend...he is very nice and very caring...he wants to be a ninja...a rich ninja...who owns a pub called seletar blues....he asked me to be his door bitch...*puRr*...stuart andrew sleepy head ong yew meng cannot ...i repeat absolutely cannot live wthout his ciggies....stuart is a bass...(din know how to spell dat..had ta ask the man himself..SASHOYM...)....stuart loves his women...and is still desperately looking fer someone to blow him on msn...or kiss him...but to kiss him you need to be beautiful..coz he only kisses beautiful women...*WiNkZ*.....okie i think dats enuff fer my little tribute to stu-ey............ <br /> <br />i miss marcus.....heh....i miss the tan's.....leonie francessca tan wei ling..and marcus francis tan wei rong.....bLEaH......i wanna go live with them....happenin......i'm going psycho.....bLaH.....i shall shaddup now...b4 i crap on....FoRsA.... <br /> <br />love, <br />~dEz~ <br /> <br /> ~when i come around~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108027790883955424?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1080048482499905212004-03-23T21:13:00.000+08:002004-03-23T21:31:28.593+08:00sumthing to ponder upon y'all.....hehz......bored ...very bored.... <br /> <br />what makes a good being..??are you a good being..?? are we good beings..?? <br />have you ever been stigmatized..??even the littlest things we do sometimes invites stigmatization. it is easy to point our finger outwards, but have we tried pointing them inwards..?? our emotions might shift in a split second, when we switch between these two extremes...when we stigmatize, wad standards do we use.?? can we survive the scrutiny of our own stigmatization..??? perhaps we are born to stigmatize and be stigmatized.. is it so negative to be stigmatized after all..??? maybe it's part of our survival skills..?.. clothing is a wonderful invention..it aloows us to like conveniently stigmatize the body that wears it. the worst is being stigmatized by our family and loved ones..buckets of bitter tears and hurt and resentment...why dun we strip away our pretense?? animals understand this perfectly...why dun we humans..????????? <br /> <br />*you and me baby ain't nuthin but mammals...so lets do it like they do on the discovery channel....woohoo...heh..*.... <br /> <br />sorry juz had to break into song....hahha... <br /> <br />oh yeh.... <br />p.s-->>for those who don't know....stigmatize means - brand as sumthing disgraceful....yepz.... <br /> <br /> <br />blog blog...blogedy blog....*!~*!*1 <br /> <br /> <br />i'll be back.....heh.... <br /> <br />love... <br />~dEz~.... <br /> <br /> ~when i come around~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108004848249990521?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1080047009750150152004-03-23T20:51:00.000+08:002004-03-23T21:06:56.043+08:00today is tuesday....dang....i have been sleeping like nobody's biz since sun...feeling a bit under the weather lately...throat is sore...i sound like a man.. <br />ArGh...!!!!...havin on-off headaches...migraines...Bi-AtCh...i miss a few people...alot....but they dun know it...it's gettin quite annoyin reallie...i want a ciggie....now...BAD..!!!!...i haven't smoke in quite a while...seein how i've been home the past few days..and juz sleepin my life away...oh yeh..and i'm prolly the first jack ass in s'pore to get banned from cheeky's....heh...and get unbanned...coolioz huh...???...well maybe a little part of me does wish that they had actually banned me...it would actually do sum good....heh.... <br />oh well back to me reallie wantin a cigga-weed...dang.....here's a little sumthing.. <br /> <br />*** I love the way cigarettes look and smell and taste, i love that it gave me somethin to do...inhaling the blue smoke and watchin it come out of me gray, is meditation for me, an affirmation. It is a comfort, an occupation, a drug, a casual habit, a distraction, a way not to eat, a way to not pay attention, a way to not feel. i need all these things. i cling to them, as i cling to life.....*** <br /> <br /> <br />i reallie want a ciggie...BooHoo>>..>>..>... <br />i miss my phone...... <br />i lost my phone...like a few days ago....still not adpated to life without it yet.. <br />i feel so lost..so alone....so uncontactable....so left out....so far away.... <br />so FARK...!!!!.....argh...!!!dammit....i'm gettin all emo over a Stoo-pid gadget.....dang.....oh well...dunno wad else to say......here's to me gettin drunk this weekend......MuAhAhAhAhahahahahaa..................... <br />get ready fer me world......................... <br />enjoy the circus peeps..... <br />ciao... <br />love.. <br />~dEz~ <br /> ~when i come around~ <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-108004700975015015?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1079678686603192422004-03-19T14:24:00.000+08:002004-03-19T14:48:06.483+08:00found this on frenster....august babies...are like this...am i....i think so... <br /> <br />AUGUST.... <br />loves to joke.attractive.suave and caring.brave and fearless.firm and has leadership qualities.knows how to console others.too generous and egoistic.takes high pride of oneself.thirsty for praises.extraordinary spirit.easily angered.angry when provoked.easily jealous.observant.careful and cautious.thinks quickly.independent thoughts.loves to lead and to be led.loves to dream.talented in the arts,music and defense.sensitive but not petty.poor resistance against illnesses.learns to relax.hasty and trusty.romantic.loving and caring.loves to make friends....... <br /> <br /> <br />cool stuff huh...?? <br /> <br />~dEZ~ <br /> -when i come around-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-107967868660319242?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1079674373056637492004-03-19T13:11:00.000+08:002004-03-19T13:36:13.030+08:00MoRniN...this is only my second entry....or technically..it is my first..coz the last one was posted by richie...oh well...why i am doin this i do not know...why do people wanna come online and tell everyone else about wad they did and how they feel and wad not...?????hmm...anyhow...i shall be one of those people...if ya can't beat 'em, join 'em rite................... <br />well it has been an ultra farked up week...i have done nothin but club my week away....i lost my phone yesterday near richie's place...and am feelin reallie reallie farked up....seriously...i feel so lost and alone....argh..!!!! well i pierced my lip almost immediately after dat....the bottom left side....kinda nice..heh..well went clubbin after dat...with muh "perpetually drunk" sister...cuzzay,stu,kev,scott,matthias,leon(whoever he is..)...and yeh saw sum other peeps there...wanted ta get reallie smashed....was almost there... <br />my lip started swellin...dunno why...i reckon it's either the alcohol...or the pin i used....well it neva used to swell...so i took it out....still as swollen...OuCh...gonna wait fer it ta like subside b4 i put it back in again...heh....oh yeh..stu....i'm reallie sorry fer yesternite...i know i can be quite the difficult person when i'm high...heh....at least i'm not dat heavy... <br />argh...i want a ciggie....do ya know....i'm one of those peeps...or maybe the only person...who still remembers every thing when i'm high or drunk or wadeva....i still haven't figured out whether dats a good or bad thing....oh well...havin a supa bad hangover now..i feel like crap....i hate this feelin'...well accordin to stu...if ya drink white drinks ya dun get hangoverrs....maybe i should switch to vodka.....but..EEeEE.......i feel like eatin stingray now...dang.....or lasagne...YuMz....i was supposed to be at work today....but couldn't wake up...there goes another $75 bux.....argh... <br />i need geez man.....sheez.....sorrie this entry is like kinda incoherent..juz writin wadeva come to muh mind.....psycho babble....sorry peeps....i wanna change my template..this one sux....i want a purple and black one....richie HELP...!!!!!! IT illiterate.......i miss little ryan...i haven't seen him in the longest time....dang..i was supposed to bring him to the zoo and the beach..and like everywhere....he told me he was gonna teach me to build sandcastles....such a cutie....i miss him...i taught him how to swallow y'all...hahahahahah.......okie i think i'm reallie rubbishin' rite now....i better leave b4 i hurt somebody.......ToOdLeZ....*!*~!*~ <br />~DeZ~ <br /> <br /> -when i come around-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-107967437305663749?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635259.post-1079558016016725992004-03-18T05:12:00.000+08:002004-03-18T05:16:54.403+08:00I am eternally grateful to Richard for attempting to change my template, but it hasn't worked out. Yet. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635259-107955801601672599?l=iamakasha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nobody's perfect, i am nobody..noreply@blogger.com