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» Featured song: 君に願いを
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.
shafiqah othman.
soundtracks to my soul ♥
![]() Friendster MySpace e-mail: zhafhiey@hotmail.com MSN: ixixy@hotmail.com ![]() He changed my life, he cleaned me up, he found my heart like only HE can. He made me discover myself, he's my drive, my inspiration, my voice, my soul, my song, my heart, my hero. ♥ I don't think I can ever have built a passion and found a dream if I had never found him. He makes my day each time, and every song he has written is etched in my mind, my heart and my soul. I am very protective of this man because I don't like people making fun of whoever it is that has left an impact in my life. He is all I need right now to keep me going to achieve my dreams. And don't be jealous that a guy in magenta nail polish can get more chicks than you. ![]() GERARD WAY, the first. He is undeniably an awesome person with a wonderful personality. He is always all-smiles and not forgetting he has a lovely smile. Whoever fails to love this man fails so much, because they are definitely blind. I knew him before I knew Miyavi, and he did the first few jobs to straightening my life out before handing it all over to him. He got married to someone else already, but I am happy for him, of course I am (: He has been the bestest there is for the past 2 years I was obsessed over him.
![]() Bill makes awesome music and he, although young, is very talented and expressive. Miyavi is more expressive than he is, but hey! Bill just turned 19, and he definitely has a long way to go. He earned success through hard work and diligence, and for that, I love him to bits. He hasn't really done anything to change my life, but he's wonderful nonetheless. And yes, it's a he. A guy who happens to have long hair so you people think he's a girl. A guy whose face is effeminate and prettier than all you other guys out there. You're just jealous that a guy in black nailpolish can earn more chicks than you, just like Miyavi. ![]() WILLIAM BECKETT, my laughing gas. He's cute, I know. He's funny, even more. He's tall, has a great smile, wonderful personality, great sense of humor, wonderful singing voice, he's so... wow. I am not in love with him, but I pretty much look up to him and his group of friends, which includes oddities like Chislett, Mike Carden, Sisky and The Butcher to always make me feel better on days I'm feeling quite blue. They never fail to slap a smile onto my face because they are awesome and funny like that. Whoever has not seen these guys in action, but go and watch them ASAP because they. are. the. shiz. Great humourous bunch of people, who make awesome music as well. Who can't possibly love them!?
![]() JOE JONAS, satisfaction
People who know me well, know damn well I do not like this guy. I don't even like him now, I'm just in this for the thrill. So yea, I don't hate him as much as I used to, but I don't like him much either. But, I'll have you know he's a damn good kisser and I should know, yes, I should know. And his saliva tastes like cherry/mint. No, don't even ask. Oooo, scandalous. And I just thought that after everything that happened, he deserved at least a mention for satisfying my lust.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Oh, we stood there, awkward and youthful, we tangled; A piece of my soul escaped. Oh, we are restless and tired of sleeping with giants, A modern mankind with their egos of fire and it seems like It's been a lifetime, A lifetime we've waited for. A simple question, kid, "Are you with me or not at all? Times are different here. Everything seems so relaxed. I want to be able to do something, even if that meant Ms Ng's homework. I want to be able to go out with friends. I want to go back to school and spend some time with people in the lab. I miss the air I used to breathe in when I was living high up in the sky. I prefered the small box I lived in, compared to this big house. I miss the sound of cars driving everywhere, the loud construction noises and the dust that'll fly into your face the moment you step out of the gate. I miss taking the bus to school. I miss the school. I miss wearing the uniform. I miss the teachers and everyone there I knew. It's just... I think you should know how this feels. Torn apart by unforeseen circumstances from your friends, it hurts. It's empty. What's empty? Me. My friends were what made me alive, and without them, I feel so... dead. There are so many things in Singapore that I shall miss, even if it's the smallest of stuff. Perhaps life here will be better and easier, but definitely not livelier. And yes, I do notice that the very first part of this post has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of it.
3:17 PM
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