tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-111799622011-04-22T02:20:31.215+08:00Viciously MeA page from my EXISTING novel..A chapter of my LIFE..A glimpse into my REALITY show.A ticket to my performance .. Presenting Farah unsencored..ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comBlogger1301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-6003957509481767352008-12-18T11:47:00.003+08:002008-12-18T11:55:45.650+08:00If looks cld kill, U wld be dead..Wat? Wat were u sayin<br />Tat my looks are killin<br />If looks could kill<br />U definitely be dead<br />I know ur feelin me..<br /><br />17.12.2008<br /><br />Wats wrong with the crowd<br />Y they lookin at us like tat<br />Its not like we are talkin out loud<br />Oh..i think those whos been checkin me out got mad<br />The way u holdin me,feeling so proud<br />Well..tats just life with me, well u wil get used to tat<br /><br />U wishin the night wont end?<br />I know ur enjoyin this<br />But let me tell u sumthin..ive got a man<br />But its sumthin tat i’ll give a miss<br />Cos it seems like the love we had gonna end<br />Well i know he is somewhere ard here too, doin this<br />Havin few drinks and hooking up girls with his clan<br />This is just a part of my life, a crazy twist<br />I know it's just a guy's trend..<br /><br />Well im not talkin abt getting serious and intimate<br />I hate being in another rush relationship, its a piss<br />We could take it slow know more bout love and hate<br />And ur sayin ur down for me, tats a bliss<br />But u see, lets just take it to fate<br />I love to flirt and all this dance move is just to tease<br />Im not the girl whom u cld bring to bed<br />I know my sexy ways is sumtin u wanna feast<br />Well we could see to this after a few dates<br />Mayb u will be the one i love or just another guy in my list<br />Oh sweet baby, look at the time..its getting late<br />I gotta go now..no no its fine u don’t hv to send me hm n err..sorry.. im not ready for a kiss<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-600395750948176735?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-26170119913930006372008-12-15T18:11:00.009+08:002008-12-16T12:16:47.672+08:00Family Tree<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/SUYyXUazi4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/blEJeOKNoEc/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279962989338004354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/SUYyXUazi4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/blEJeOKNoEc/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/SUYyQXmfTNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2UBXyWmP2QI/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279962869933231314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/SUYyQXmfTNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2UBXyWmP2QI/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/SUYyHFTZZcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/un4UhSusmsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279962710402491842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/SUYyHFTZZcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/un4UhSusmsQ/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/SUYx_riHuLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IcFA4vC2Bjc/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279962583225841842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/SUYx_riHuLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IcFA4vC2Bjc/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/SUYxsz5Ie6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/VgU72P-bYHM/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279962259052329890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/SUYxsz5Ie6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/VgU72P-bYHM/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Body melted with glee..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>U r like a treasure found in a spree..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Wen i saw ur face, i'm like 'WHEEE.."</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>U make the impossible seems so free..</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I'm stronger now..as it should be..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Well,wateva others might say..let it be..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Cos ur my baby..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Brothers have been talkin abt thee..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>We love spending our times with u hunny..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>People mite be sayin bout me..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I'm a single mummy..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Say wat!! She's gotta be crazy to juggle with 3..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Let it be..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I vow last night when I couldn't sleep while huggin u to sleep lovely..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Bros are smiling and huggin u so tight too..we love u baby..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>We start painting pictures of our new family tree..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>We have included thee..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Let it be..I can't see u bein abuse in tt lil' body..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Let's be a family..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Mama preparing the adoption fee</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Some other legal court thingy..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I'm meeting ur legal mummy and daddy soon deary..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Shall do n work my hard to set u free..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>We gonna plan to the places as a family,let u see things uve never see</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>May god bless us as a family..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Hoping nothing would push us separately..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I have not bn talkin bout u to others from my love ones to my family,</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Cos they wld think i'm crazy..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>But i dont care..I want u to b in my family..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Only brothers know bout thee..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Lets go to the zoo next week, look at the animals and share the cooked spaghetti..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Well, as in pictures u will be so damn happy..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I swear u will be..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>U will be mama's another baby..</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>P/S : Mayb the lost of my other children may have made an impact here in me..May God bless us three..and make it possible for me to live together with these 3 lil boys in happiness, in wealth, in my hard times, in sickness..May God give me d strength to push my way up to raise them in bein' a somebody..</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-2617011991393000637?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-87024072150974895262008-04-03T10:23:00.002+08:002008-04-03T10:59:17.413+08:00Simon says..Simon says...<br /><br />Hey!<br /><br />And I replied,Yeah..<br /><br />Simon says..<br /><br />Care to be my friend?<br /><br />And I replied,Yeah..<br /><br />Simon says..<br /><br />Ur alone?<br /><br />And I replied.Yeah..<br /><br />Simon says..<br /><br />Are you a local?<br /><br />And I replied.Yeah..<br /><br />Simon then got pissed..he squeezed my hand and say:<br />What is wrong with u lady..I was trying to get into a conversation with u..and here u r replyin the same thing to me..<br /><br /><br />GOSH!!<br /><br />Hey,tell me wat's wrong with that..I'm stating the fact here..Doesn't that answers his questions..Geezuz..What's happening to the people ard me? or..is there sumthin wrong with me?<br /><br />I then replied..<br />Hey, sorry..Mind's not here..He's back..So what's ur name and where u from?<br /><br />Simon says :<br />Ouh god I'm sorry. Nice meeting u.My name is Simon. I am from United States. I have bn looking at u from far.<br /><br />*Roll eyes<br /><br />I replied :<br />Hi Simon,I'm Farah..Whereabout in United States are you from?<br /><br />Simon says:<br />New York City,The Bronx..<br /><br />Haiz..Here we go again...roll eyes..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-8702407215097489526?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-79573791570686747482008-03-20T09:21:00.000+08:002008-03-20T09:23:44.831+08:00Down on bended knees..Andaiku tahu bila tiba ajal ku..<br />Ku akan memohon Tuhan tolong panjangkan umur ku<br /><br />Andaiku tahu bila tiba masa ku..<br />Ku akan memohon Tuhan jangan kau ambil nyawaku<br /><br />Andai ku tahu, malaikat mu akan menjemputku<br />Izinkan aku mengucapkan kata taubat kepada mu..<br /><br />Look God, look at what I've gone through in this life..<br />The pain piercing through my heart like a stabbing knife<br /><br />You've seen me cry all those nights..<br />I'm in the dark,God..Where's all those promising shining bright lights?<br /><br />You've seen the pain i've been through..<br />Hear me God,I hope I'm making this up..But No!! It's so true,Look! My life's so blue..<br /><br />You've seen all those tears that wets this pillow..<br />All the pain haunting my life,hunting me down like a shadow..<br /><br />Where is those smiles and those twinkling eyes I got?<br />God pls..Help me I'm drowning now and I think I'm gonna rot..<br /><br />God, God!! Hear me!! I can't take this anymore..<br />Help me take away all this pain that I've had in store..<br /><br />If you are the one who's reading this,hope your life is at ease..<br />Read all these pleas? Now help me please..Help me tell God, I need his solution..at least..<br /><br />Down on bended knees,<br /><br />Farah Frediazsen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-7957379157068674748?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-37026374489758066562008-01-25T11:15:00.001+08:002008-01-25T11:17:55.557+08:00For My CousinHey waddup dawg..<br />We got 1 thing in common..I love chocolates too!!<br /><br />Anyway,this 1 for ya :<br /><br />I got a cuzzie,<br />Who's so cuddly..<br />So cute,I wld call him tubby..<br />Someone so freakin' bubbly..<br />So so damn chubby..<br />Look once,look twice,he looks just like a ferbie<br />Hey dawg,dun u be mad at me..<br />This is no negativity..<br />This is a compliment for thee from me..<br />How hard this life could be..<br />Never feel low, b strong &amp; always stay happy..<br />Foremost not to neglect ur ability..<br />Continue strong with ur study<br />I want to see u suceed in life,be sturdy..<br />May our relationship as cuzzie be strong as cld b<br />May God bless u &amp; ur family..<br />&amp; Always Remember ME<br /><br />Yours Truly,<br /><br />Ur Sis Cuzzie..<br /><br />Farah Frediazsen<br /><br />Counting stops..it took me 3 min 47secs to complete this shit..<br /><br />Just For Ya!<br />Lots of LoveCHEERS!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3702637448975806656?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-34050798629579728112008-01-24T13:37:00.000+08:002008-01-24T14:23:09.302+08:00Sweet Like ChocolateSomeone I could call my mate..<br /><br />Sweet like Chocolate..<br /><br />Someone whom I couldn't hate..<br /><br />Remember how we met?<br /><br />Im feeling all shacked up after a few drinks and my eyes were turning red..<br /><br />Tell u what..don't u dare leave me in an abandon state..<br /><br />Coz, ur presence I really appreciate..<br /><br /><br />I'm gonna hold on to whatever that I've said..<br /><br />All those texts that I've sent to ya,as said..<br /><br /><br />Like making breakfast when u're chilling at my place,that's our main plan..<br /><br />I'm gonna cuddle up with ya if u're ever drunk again..<br /><br />I'm gonna be there for ya if u ever needed a friend..<br /><br />Don't u worry,If ur ever fallin, Ima help u stand..<br /><br /><br />Imagine us indulging in chocolates from all over the world..<br /><br />Sharing jokes and giggling like every other girl..<br /><br />Chilling in a club,sharing views and smirking at that girl who dance &amp; twirls..<br /><br />sigh...<br /><br />but first things first..<br /><br />U gotta see me somewhere ard the area..<br /><br />Since ur my neighbour..<br /><br />Then mayb we could be closer..<br /><br />Know each other way better..<br /><br />Then the rest as mentioned at the top, we might consider..<br /><br /><br />Yours Truly,<br /><br />Farah Frediazsen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3405079862957972811?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-21010323314594754302008-01-04T10:20:00.000+08:002008-01-04T10:47:29.024+08:00I Sit Down..I Think Hard..I Can Really See..That your not for me..<br /><br />Friends told me..<br /><br />What can u see in thee..<br /><br />Errr..some fuckin sore in me..<br /><br />Some sex plee..<br /><br />Wat else b?<br /><br />oh yah..no more meeting up my babies..<br /><br />lol<br /><br />fuck it..<br /><br />fuck you..n you..n you..<br /><br />fuck off rite now..<br /><br />fucker..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-2101032331459475430?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-49949758474359849402007-12-13T10:54:00.000+08:002007-12-13T14:59:26.369+08:00Thank YouThese are for the dudes from <span style="color:#ff6600;">Dirt Diablo, Monster Machine &amp; Mud Murda</span>..<br /><br /><br />Thanks for all that damn mails &amp; the "I can't believe my eyes when I opened it" e-invitation card..<br />It was beautiful..<br />err..Would try my very best to make it happen on that very particular day..<br />no promises though..<br />Maybe,yeah prolly make me the first lady dirt rider in Singapore below 25 yadyadyadya..<br /><br />errr..bla bla bla bla..<br /><br />ok ok..I will be seeing Lyman for the Japan trip..hope am not tripping again..<br /><br />duh..i have to stop taking leave..both,annual or sick for that fuckin trip or else career's doomed...<br />like wat u guys said..can't wait for 2008..cos we gonna welcome it better than just an open arm..<br />it's gonna be an OPEN TRACK ya'll..<br /><br />and thanks Hermin &amp; Jadeth for these :<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3EayCwsma8&amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br />he's so cute.. and that's gonna be the future dirt rider..<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYYgM-Rm-is&amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br />&amp; i think this encouraged me to try pit riding..so cute..its gonna be like an elephant on a bicycle thingy for moi..muahaa..stop luffin at me..hate u<br /><br />and sure i will definitely bring both favian &amp; frederic for this pit thingy that got u guys in a craze..<br /><br />Muackz!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-4994975847435984940?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-8381130038325963162007-11-29T16:35:00.000+08:002007-11-30T10:04:18.299+08:00He said this when I've decided to leave..well..it's way too late now<div align="center">I can be better than ur ex<br /><br />Be better than ur next<br /><br />Come on hun, my day's incomplete without ur cute texts<br /><br />Im missing u to the core..to the max<br /><br />I'm melting without ur love.burning down like a wax<br /><br />I can't forget all the things we did,like how we climax<br /><br />Baby don't go..I'll even follow u when ur out for treks<br /><br />Ima give u wateva u mite need, the love, the joy and whatever the hecks<br /><br />I will send u love notes everywhere u mite be,even to ur office via fax<br /><br />Ur love eating me up like a T-Rex<br /><br />Come on baby girl, I'm here waiting for u..Pls come back..<br /><br /><br />I'm missing the way u kiss me and the way u lean<br /><br />Your sexy way so mean<br /><br />Missing the way ur hair blows in the wind<br /><br />From u mad at me for not eating up my green<br /><br />till the way ur giving me that naughty grin<br /><br />From u wearing those dress to u wearing that simple pair of jeans<br /><br />How we ever dream of having twins<br /><br />Ima treat u like a queen<br /><br />Give me a chance baby,let's fall in love again like how we do when we were sixteen<br /><br />Ima clear my act, Ima keep it clean<br /><br />Come back girl,I promise that I'll make ur life better than it had been<br /><br /><br />URS SINCERELY<br /><br />xxDUMMYxx<br /><br /><br />X<br /><br />XX<br /><br />XXX<br /><br />Dear Dummy,<br /><br />I can see that u have lead ur life like a fool<br /><br />Ur drowning like a small kid in a deep pool<br /><br />I can see the way u look at me in d corner, the way u drool<br /><br />U losing ur cool<br /><br />U wanting me so bad,seeing red raging like a bull<br /><br />I'm sorry..stay that way..keep being a fool</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-838113003832596316?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-38881526217635528382007-11-23T17:03:00.000+08:002007-11-23T17:22:43.832+08:00U are..<div>My Hero..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>When I was lost..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>When I need an answer to all my questions..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>U came along...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>With the strength to go on..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You make me cast all my fears aside..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Makes me stronger..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Leading me to the right way..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Stirring me to the lightened path..which was once dark..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>U make me stronger..so i could go on..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I love you..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/R0abnAmm2FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2lqlQTcUdHo/s1600-h/b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135963519541762130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/R0abnAmm2FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/2lqlQTcUdHo/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3888152621763552838?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-79849305925543651292007-11-01T16:19:00.000+08:002007-11-01T16:29:46.439+08:00R u there to read this?..Any Girl Would Want This Guy..<br /><br />I'm the guy who will text you every single morning and tell you good morning,<br />and every single night to tell you sweet dreams.<br /><br />I'm the guy who will hold you when you're crying and wipe away your tears.<br /><br /><br />I'm the guy who still thinks you're beautiful with no make-up on, wearingyour most torn up jeans and a plain tee-shirt<br /><br />I' m the guy who won't pressure you to do things that you don't want to do.<br /><br />I' m the guy who kisses you on the forehead, it doesn't always have to be on the mouth.<br /><br />I'm the guy who doesn't kiss and tell.<br /><br />I'm the guy who actually listens to you when you talk.<br /><br />I'm the guy who's waited all day because I'm looking forward to our date that night.<br /><br />I'm the guy who is content to just be able to hold you and wants nothing more.<br /><br />I'm the guy who can't help but smile when you walk into the room.<br /><br />I'm the guy who's perfectly content with staying in and watching movies and cuddling.<br /><br />I'm the guy who won't lie to you about where he's going or where he's been, or who he's been with.<br /><br />I'm the guy who gets butterflies when he hears your name.<br /><br />I'm the guy who's not afraid to tell his friends he loves you.<br /><br />I'm the guy who doesn't mess with other girls when I have you, you're the only one that I need.<br /><br />I'm the guy who doesn't care about your imperfections, and loves you more for them<br /><br />who wants a perfect girl? that'sjust boring.<br /><br />I'm the guy who will hold you while we watch the sunset.<br /><br />I'M THE GUY WHO REALLY WANTS TO MAKE YOU THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD.<br /><br />But, worry no more..I've got this guy..<br /><br />Thank U Dz..<br />Pls Don't Change..<br />I Love U..<br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-7984930592554365129?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-33724589535854635792007-10-29T17:06:00.001+08:002007-10-30T10:21:50.969+08:00Girlfriend,Is that your man?Girlfriend, I got ur man<br />He told me that his marriage with u gonna end<br />Oh man, If he's my man..I can't stand<br />The words his using to get into girls pants<br />Oh my, his not the real gent<br />I pity u girl,getting urself into his hand<br />I won't blame u if u were to leave him for another man<br />I think me &amp; him can easily blend<br />But..his fucking behaviour I can't understand<br />I dumped ur husband<br />No worries I won't take him away from ur hand<br />Im gonna put him back where he stand<br />I've already got myself a man<br />Someone who adored me like a gem<br />I'm so in love with my man<br />I've been with him for a year,and it's not gonna end..<br />And now ur husband's telling me that he wanna be my friend?<br />I think his fuckin insane<br />I think he still can't understand<br />Maybe to him having another girl behind his wife's back is a trend<br />Oh god, u gotta do sumtynk girlfriend<br />Please do something to ur man<br />Put sum thinking in his fucking brain<br />I'm telling u that if he's mine i'm gonna dump him in the drain<br />He seems not to understand a woman's pain<br />This type of behaviour I'm not gonna entertain<br />He's so insane<br />I think he have to be train<br />Its a real shame,friend<br />To call him,Ur man..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3372458953585463579?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-47021919962222755452007-09-19T10:02:00.000+08:002007-09-22T10:34:23.083+08:00hey Jimmy, this one for ya..<div align="left">Muahaahaa...check this out..<br /><br />(Phone Rings)<br /><br />Jimmy : Heya..Waddsup?<br /><br />Farah : Hey man..It's cool..Wassup?<br /><br />Jimmy : It's aite..Hmm..I was thinkin if u were like to get down for a ride this comin weekend..<br /><br />Farah : I gotta check with my man..I gotta update ya again soon..<br /><br />Jimmy : Aite..cool..holla soon..<br /><br />(Phone Click)<br /><br />...<br />(Phone rings)<br /><br />Farah : Hey baby..Wad ya doin?<br /><br />Dummy : Nothing.. Wats the matter?<br /><br />Farah : I was just wondering if I could be down for trek this cumin weekend..<br /><br />Dummy : Well.. yeah..sure..<br /><br />Farah : For real?!<br /><br />Dummy : uh huh<br /><br />Farah : Thanks hun!! Omg!! Thank u so much..I love u baby..Muax!<br />(Phone clicks)<br />.......<br /><br />(Phone rings)<br /><br />Jimmy : Hey..<br /><br />Farah : Hey dawg, I'm down..<br /><br />Jimmy : U sure bout tis or am I dreamin?<br /><br />Farah : Hey man, I said I'm down..<br /><br />Jimmy : Cool baby..Will ring u up for updates..<br /><br />Farah : Sure. Bye<br /><br />(Phone Clicks)<br /><br /><strong>A WEEK LATER</strong><br /><br />Farah : Baby, wats wrong with u? U aite?<br /><br />Dummy : I don't know. I think I'm losing it..<br /><br />Farah : Lose what?<br /><br />Dummy : I had enuff of u trekkin with ur guy frens an all..<br /><br />Farah : But i thot ur cool bout it?<br /><br />Dummy : Yeah i thot so too..But i'm not.. I'm fuckin jealous..<br /><br />Farah : Fuck it mate.. Wadssup with being jealous..Me &amp; them r great frens..<br /><br />Dummy : I don't know..U cld play me..<br /><br />Farah : Ouh..If that was wat ur thinkin..Nothing more to say..<br /><br />(Phone clicks)<br /><br /><br />Look here Jim, this is the part where I should put it up in bold..read this part..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>I was thankful u gave me permission</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Cos dirtriding was an addiction</em></strong><br /><strong><em>U keep on blurtin that it hurts our relation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Baby boy,If u want me u gotta be patient</em></strong><br /><strong><em>I have been on the dirt for a generation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>U know i can't just stop this addiction</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Cos my life is full of frustration</em></strong><br /><strong><em>I'm not the kind who could stay still in one station</em></strong><br /><strong><em>I have to be present in every situation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>U were stressing me bout the guys in my ration</em></strong><br /><strong><em>God damn it! They r fuckin caucasian</em></strong><br /><strong><em>We r nice s frens &amp; we will never be in a relation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>U were stressing bout me getting an accident?</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Tell me baby,which sports hv got no dangerous situation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>U swearing bout me having no license?</em></strong><br /><strong><em>ahakz..thats the most thriling sensation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>The feeling when ur mixed with all kind of equation</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>All the things plus the fuckin operation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>And stickin my face in the fuckin police station</em></strong><br /><strong><em>I need to get a break man, a real relaxation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>I wanna fly free over the mountain</em></strong><br /><strong><em>I wana feel like I'm lying on carnation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Not like i'm lying in a cremation</em></strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Im not like u, who enjoys sitting down in front of the television<br />Get lost in transition<br />All u ever wanted was my attention<br />In spending more time with u &amp; ur fucking playstation<br />When all I ever bother was waiting for my friends in the pump station<br />Waiting to reach my next destination<br />This is sumthin u ought to know that I adhere my dirtrides like an education<br />The whole damn thing is like an institution<br />Too bad they dun give no certification<br />If yeah, it's cool to bring along for every job application<br />You think I'm lost in my own direction?<br />Y can't u understand my passion..<br />Y is it hard for me to welcome ya in to enjoy this life's satisfaction?<br />Y can't u try &amp; sit down thinking that ur in my position<br />Stop your kind of satisfaction..<br />Don't be selfish &amp; only think of ur damn erection..<br />N ur fucking ejaculation<br />That's selfish mate,how can u do that to me within that duration?<br />U trying to limit my own answer in every of ur question<br />Y this Y that...Bla..Bla..Bla..Like a teacher trying to teach a kindergarten student fraction<br />I'm d kind who's only interested in my own invention<br />It only attracts me when we spend nites staying late talking bout aliens invasion<br />N when u lost ur job position<br />U put me in the blame for that situation<br />U saying to ur mates that I'm eating ur cash,cum on man pass me the fucking quotation<br />Jot down the every transaction<br />U name the amt hun, ima pass u back the cash inclusive gst &amp; wateva taxation<br />Thank god that our relationship is only an illusion<br />Gone within a short duration<br />Glad its over cuz I got no patient<br />5 other guys r hurt coz of my rejection<br />They wana b serious w me trying to pull me in a relation..<br />So guys pull d trigger the right way so that the damn bullet won't go the wrong direction<br />Hitting ur butt like a gastric injection<br />That's y i know u can't understand my situation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>All ur talkin bout is the rules n regulation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>In our fuckin relation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Its not gonna make it if we r selfish in our own self assurance</em></strong><br /><strong><em>It's like u need to meet the guys in my ration</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Get to know them first before jumping to conclusion</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Thank god ur in a new relation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>I knew we cant stick throughout this whole equation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>At first,We shouldnt hv thot of serious relation in consideration</em></strong><br /><strong><em>We feed mostly our temptation..</em></strong><br /><strong><em>We got no patience..</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Now, look at us we end up in assumption</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Tied in confusion..</em></strong><br /><strong><em>May god bless u baby, in everything tat u took action..</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Be cool &amp; don't freeze ur new relation..</em></strong><br /><strong><em>We r young,dont think of solemnization..</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Be patient..</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Trust me,I've bn in n out of two relation..</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Hope u understand whats my motivation</em></strong><br /><strong><em>In creating this so called composition..</em></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Ok I'm done,go &amp; continue listening to ur rock song..the malay version</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left">Gawd...<br /><br />Hey yo Jimmy?<br />Hit me up..tell me how cool this shit is...<br /><br />Ahakz..<br /><br />Bugged Off,<br />Farah Frediazsen</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-4702191996222275545?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-67272598643096175312007-09-19T08:53:00.000+08:002007-09-19T10:00:07.574+08:00Thank YouYou make my heart beat that fast<br /><br />U r d one that help me out of the cast<br /><br />U gotta stick with me like how we used to,its a must<br /><br />I promise that my love for u wouldn't rust<br /><br />Ima show u that it will last<br /><br />U wont get the chance to even reminisce the past<br /><br />The love we had was not just lust<br /><br />We never ever gone out of our way too fast<br /><br />Whoever gonna stop us<br /><br />Imma bust<br /><br />Im gonna make his life last<br /><br />This you could trust<br /><br />Urs truly<br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6727259864309617531?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-34813604357548152052007-09-17T13:28:00.000+08:002007-09-17T13:46:01.687+08:00Who could ever thought...<strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">My man ::</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Who would have thought we go this far</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">9 mths now,hell ya..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Farah &amp; Dzul beautiful duo</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">U know we got that a lot..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Everywhere we go people give those thought..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Eventhough lately we got load to sort we still fight hard as we venture forward..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Thank god baby u never fail to flash my mind..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Every single moment of my free time..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">I wana marry u cos I know ur the dime..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Stick with me thru tis time..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">I know its hard but its gonna be over soon darl..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Then we gonna have our season like how we used to hv the indecent..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Me &amp; U,meeting everytday,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Nothing can keep us away..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">U know what I'm saying ryte honey?</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Bear with it shorty..</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Loads of Love,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">DZ</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Reply from me ::</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Who would have thought</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">That U &amp; me have gone thru a lot</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">They should see how we go thru this route</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">U name it,we've been thru all sort</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">It seems like we've been in &amp; out of court..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">U hate to see when I pout..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I love it when u call me "Mama" out loud..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">We can feel the envies in everyone eyes wen we go out..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">When we look in each others eyes we know what life is all about..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Come on baby,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Jus show me,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Give to me,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">All the love that I ought to see..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I wanna love u like no one could ever be..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I'll never be another Angie..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">&amp; get lost with Jimmy..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">No one will snatch me away from Thee..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Love u loads, DZ..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">From me,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Ur baby..</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3481360435754815205?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-21129770633463830302007-08-27T16:52:00.000+08:002007-08-27T17:24:12.549+08:00~My Man~<em>I have been missing u so much..</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>We have been drifting far far apart..</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Y must it be out of touch..</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I know the past months have been so hard..</em><br /><em></em><br />~I'm missing U like a child ..u noe the rest..<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Farah</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-2112977063346383030?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-83464339573325274612007-05-17T09:44:00.000+08:002007-05-17T10:18:40.495+08:00In Memory Of LENNY ROGER<div align="center"><em>It's been a month...<br /><br />We have been missing on the fun...<br /><br />I cried to sleep on the day you were gone...<br /><br />I pictured you in my mind...<br /><br />The thoughts of you still fresh as if we are in line...<br /><br />You have been a teacher, guiding me in the run...<br /><br />I missed you, hun...<br /><br />Remembering the time when I kissed your cheek, the coldness in this spine...<br /><br />Look down at me, Lenny...How my tears roll as I whine...<br /><br />I know you gonna be just fine...<br /><br />Cos God is there for you and you gonna be in his arm...<br /><br />Your soul, your love always be warm in this mind...<br /><br />You called me up 3 days before, giving me a sign...<br /><br />I should have known, i should have given my time...<br /><br />Forgive me baby, i wish I could turn back time...<br /><br />I still think of you, how it's breaking this smile...<br /><br />I missed u...and I missed u & I wanna see you even if it's just awhile...<br /><br />Lenny baby, may this prayer lighten up your mile...<br /><br /></em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>To the Gods, Your god and Mine...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Jesus &amp; Allah...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Please help me see this kind soul...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>May this prayer I had for him, make him smile...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>May his soul be resting in peace...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Please take away his pain...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Please forgive his sins...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Brighten up his new home...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Shine the route his taking...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Thanked him for me for all his deeds...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Eventhough I know he is in a place called HEAVEN...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Please help me see to him,attend to his needs...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>He deserves nothing but the best, Gods...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>May I have the chance to see him in my dreams...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Cos, I miss him so...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>AMIN</em><br /></span><br /><br /><em>P/S : Lenny, I'm gonna learn the tricks u taught me.. I've achieved those 360.<br />I'm gonna do those grinds..Make u proud,when ur looking down.Hugz!<br /><br /><br /><br />From sumone who misses u, like a child misses their blanket,<br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Farah Frediazsen</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-8346433957332527461?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-74813821469887398112007-05-17T09:20:00.000+08:002007-05-17T10:20:52.897+08:00Thank You,you...<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Jimmy Pereza,<br /><br />Thank you for that gift u sent me..<br /><br />U fucking shocked me!!!<br /><br />U got me those fucking bouquet, that fucking lilies, chockies & chockies n lots of fucking chockies!!<br /><br />Oh my thot! What's up with that?!<br /><br />I fucking love it!!<br /><br />I guess everything was gone in split seconds.<br /><br />I dig it ryte after I got it from that cute delivery guy..I think he's gay..hahaha...<br /><br />Fuck yo!! I guess my guy will kill you if he know u sent me those...<br /><br />Thank you.<br /><br />I guess it make my day...<br /><br />All those woes we grieved bout losing Lenny..<br /><br />Someone whom we loved dearly &amp; missing badly..<br /><br />The fucking hell I'm thru...<br /><br />I guess those gifts clear my thoughts too...<br /><br />You want my little baby for urself so u cld have another Farah by ur side?<br /><br />Hahaha...Dz will kill u!!<br /><br />I shall not continue cos..I'm out of words yo...<br /><br />Thank you.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-7481382146988739811?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-6314914603739236652007-04-30T13:25:00.000+08:002007-04-30T13:27:03.458+08:00Your JuvenileI saw u looking at me when I was walking down the stairs<br />U never let go of the gaze<br />I was all annoyed<br />U hugged me tight<br /><br />My face creased to a smile<br />I’m missing u bad<br />No one have treated me so good<br />No one has ever make me feel so wanted<br />I know I had to lose you in a matter of time<br /><br />We were meant to be separated, no not anymore..<br />We were meant to be this way, no baby not for us<br />You don’t want to let me go, I won’t let you go too<br />You told me again and again that all you need is me in your life<br /><br />There’s the reason in every move I make<br />I never remove those pictures of you from the wall<br />I never wish to go far away from your life<br />Even though, I was left all alone in the crossroad<br />I’m not going to blame you<br /><br />I still want to be in your chapter<br />Still want to be in those pages<br />Still want to be kept behind those hard covers<br />Wanna feel your fingers flipping through me<br /><br />I want to be your Juvenile<br />Your psycho<br />Your angel<br />Your devil<br />Your anything you want me to<br />Call me up when you’re feeling sad<br />Call me up when you’re feeling happy<br />Call me up when you’re mad<br />Call me up when you’re feeling naughty<br /><br />I will meet you in your room with them whip<br />I’m not going to let this dented halo spoil my image<br />If you like it rough, I’ve got it all in this vein<br />If you like it smooth, I’ve got it all arrange<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-631491460373923665?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-20776428895212859622007-04-24T13:18:00.001+08:002007-04-24T13:18:56.546+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Ri2TLbGZUDI/AAAAAAAAASs/3Oh9UTgyPno/s1600-h/DSCN2426.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056859781069361202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Ri2TLbGZUDI/AAAAAAAAASs/3Oh9UTgyPno/s320/DSCN2426.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-2077642889521285962?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-56808617574559426272007-04-24T12:51:00.000+08:002007-04-24T13:15:39.497+08:00Hasta muerte hacernos partición.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Ri2SR7GZUCI/AAAAAAAAASk/cMJCD7KDCRs/s1600-h/DSCN2474.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056858793226883106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Ri2SR7GZUCI/AAAAAAAAASk/cMJCD7KDCRs/s320/DSCN2474.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Amo a mis muchachos, & de Favian; Federico tanto.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hasta muerte hacernos partición.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Mayo todo nuestro dolor se desaparezca. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Puede la mirada de dios hacia fuera para nosotros. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>No importa qué nos pegaremos hasta finales del tiempo. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hasta heladas del infierno. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Te amo demasiado.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Master to my boys,Favian &amp; Frederic. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Nothing will separate us. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>May all our pain dissapears.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>May all our pain be vanished. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>May God look out for us. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>No matter what we will stick till the end of time..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Till hell freezes.. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I love you too much.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-5680861757455942627?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-54339491603977523912007-04-16T11:20:00.000+08:002007-04-16T13:13:46.160+08:00MONDAYWhat is Monday known as ?<br /><br />Monday Blues..<br /><br />The start of the week..<br /><br />The start of annoying workload..<br /><br />The start of school..<br /><br />But..Even if its Monday or Friday..<br /><br />My feelings for ya hasn't changed..even a bit<br /><br />I Love You..<br /><br />~Farah~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-5433949160397752391?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-15927397494534580272007-04-13T11:36:00.000+08:002007-04-13T12:53:49.947+08:00Promise Me HeavenU pissed me again n again..Is that a habit?<br /><br />U came back after weeks that U've not seen ur kids..You think it's some cool shit?<br /><br />I've been hoping that u r fuckin dead...Y can't that be real?<br /><br />But damn..Ur alive...<br /><br />Ur presence,ur existance in the same place where I stand after so long that U've gone missing,kills ..Thank God I fear nothing..<br /><br />Pathetic son of a gun..I hate u to the core...I guess I hate u deeper than the core..<br /><br />Never had I felt like this before..<br /><br />Ur so fucking useless..acting like ur one of the baby that I shld spoonfeed?<br /><br />If ur the mothafuckin baby that need to be spoonfed?Im gonna feed u with strawberries made of dynamites and ice cream which main ingredients is my fuckin shit..Im gonna dip it and I wil put it in ur mouth and make u swallow them strawberries n ice cream..I'm a feed u a sweet little cherry at the end of it or maybe spray some whipped cream to top it all up. Then I'm gonna move a few feet away and watch u blew up..<br /><br />I pray to my almighty god that my babies won't be like u..Never will<br /><br />I promise that I will guide them thru everything to prevent them from being like U..<br /><br />Such a useless creature,irresponsible jerk and an ill-commited fucker..<br /><br />No words to describe this fuckin useless gunner..<br /><br />I'm letting it go now..I'm gonna set things right..for myself and my babies..for our future<br /><br />Too painful to bear...<br /><br />Too much tears...<br /><br />All you do is promise me heaven that never exist..<br /><br />Hell is an existance for me...because of u..<br /><br />Look at U ..Where U stand now?<br /><br />You wana say sorry..forget about all shits and make me take u back in this heart?<br /><br />U realised something... that U fuckin need me in ur life?uhuh?<br /><br />U realised something.. that I'm the girl U have loved all along?uhuh?<br /><br />U realised something..that I'm the best that U've ever be with?uhuh?<br /><br />haha..<br /><br />U realised something that I've realised years before U were gone...<br /><br />Easier said..U realised too late..<br /><br />This fucking shows how immature u r..and how toooo late u r mothafucka...<br /><br />U think its a fuckin game all along?<br /><br />U think this heart of mine is a fuckin toy? I look like a fuckin dummy,yeah?<br /><br />Get a grip fucker..<br /><br />U promise me heaven too many times...<br /><br />This time round,Imma promise u hell..<br /><br />I know u will fucking read this shit..<br /><br />I hope when u read this shit..U choke by my words and die...<br /><br />U r not worth living..<br /><br />U hurt me and my boys..<br /><br />Even Ur mum..<br /><br />U hurt everyone ard who loves u..<br /><br />But,U will never hurt ur frens for ones..I wonder y..<br /><br />Hope,U will fucking see one day that whos gonna lift u up when u realy fall..Will that be ur mum or will that be ur BLOODY BROTHERS whom U have been carrying their balls?<br /><br />When my boys and me be gone out of ur fuckin life,who would u call...<br /><br />I promise U hell...<br /><br />But,gunner If u ever need me one day...<br /><br />Dial this no. 1900-serveyouright<br /><br />~Farah~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-1592739749453458027?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-33466742586797142062007-04-07T11:53:00.000+08:002007-04-07T12:03:31.306+08:00~Photographer Or Camera Woman?~<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcV87dzDPI/AAAAAAAAASc/fGO51rRmC9c/s1600-h/DSCN2525.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050529643618307314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcV87dzDPI/AAAAAAAAASc/fGO51rRmC9c/s320/DSCN2525.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#33ccff;"> ~I'm trying to be 1..~</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcV07dzDOI/AAAAAAAAASU/VxIolIFqHKs/s1600-h/DSCN2522.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050529506179353826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcV07dzDOI/AAAAAAAAASU/VxIolIFqHKs/s320/DSCN2522.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#00cccc;"> ~But,it seems that whenever I wana take pics..My cam will go low batt~hur</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Hope u enjoy the pics I've uploaded in here..to update u guys on things on my GOOD FRIDAY!! Anyway, It's been a long time since we do family gatherings and even barbecuing..So,I'm like one hungry pig when it comes to sinking my teeth on the beautiful bbq foods..YUMMY!!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">ENJOY!!<br /></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3346674258679714206?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-65180876303939837932007-04-07T11:37:00.000+08:002007-04-07T12:19:53.803+08:00It's BARBECUE & FAMILY REUNION DAY!!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcUxrdzDNI/AAAAAAAAASM/mSLRgkFjQnQ/s1600-h/DSCN2539.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050528350833151186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcUxrdzDNI/AAAAAAAAASM/mSLRgkFjQnQ/s320/DSCN2539.JPG" border="0" /></a>~ Hey!I'm the chef for the day ar..Pls hor..~</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcUoLdzDMI/AAAAAAAAASE/kGw-SH5aXvE/s1600-h/DSCN2537.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050528187624393922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcUoLdzDMI/AAAAAAAAASE/kGw-SH5aXvE/s320/DSCN2537.JPG" border="0" /></a> ~These are the basic things u need before starting a BBQ..~</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcUULdzDLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OjFrJ7_jS5w/s1600-h/DSCN2504.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050527844027010226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcUULdzDLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OjFrJ7_jS5w/s320/DSCN2504.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcT67dzDKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4Vykeoq18pM/s1600-h/DSCN2508.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050527410235313314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcT67dzDKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4Vykeoq18pM/s320/DSCN2508.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcTsbdzDJI/AAAAAAAAARs/s3o104kWy5M/s1600-h/DSCN2513.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050527161127210130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcTsbdzDJI/AAAAAAAAARs/s3o104kWy5M/s320/DSCN2513.JPG" border="0" /></a> ~My Lil' Cousins & My 2 Boys~<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcTk7dzDII/AAAAAAAAARk/mzvb8JEW-9A/s1600-h/DSCN2506.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050527032278191234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcTk7dzDII/AAAAAAAAARk/mzvb8JEW-9A/s320/DSCN2506.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcTbbdzDHI/AAAAAAAAARc/nnET3saZLbE/s1600-h/DSCN2505.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050526869069433970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcTbbdzDHI/AAAAAAAAARc/nnET3saZLbE/s320/DSCN2505.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcTT7dzDGI/AAAAAAAAARU/wzYGCzzBj6k/s1600-h/DSCN2507.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050526740220415074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcTT7dzDGI/AAAAAAAAARU/wzYGCzzBj6k/s320/DSCN2507.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcSSrdzDFI/AAAAAAAAARM/GA8eTKN4yYw/s1600-h/DSCN2511.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050525619233950802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcSSrdzDFI/AAAAAAAAARM/GA8eTKN4yYw/s320/DSCN2511.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcSL7dzDEI/AAAAAAAAARE/8AYjjoEDrbM/s1600-h/DSCN2550.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050525503269833794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcSL7dzDEI/AAAAAAAAARE/8AYjjoEDrbM/s320/DSCN2550.JPG" border="0" /></a> ~Favian Afiq poses before sleep time~</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6518087630393983793?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-88768912818152135932007-04-07T10:36:00.000+08:002007-04-07T11:35:51.983+08:00This Is What We Call HAPPENING!!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcPUrdzDDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZHInhOo8mGo/s1600-h/DSCN2515.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050522355058805810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcPUrdzDDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZHInhOo8mGo/s320/DSCN2515.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em> ~This Place Is A Thumb's UP!!~</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcPNLdzDCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xwZwDJaKSQI/s1600-h/DSCN2516.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050522226209786914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcPNLdzDCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xwZwDJaKSQI/s320/DSCN2516.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em> ~I guess, I gotta leave my footprints before I go,to mark my territory~<br /></em></span><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcPCLdzDBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9hK7XAERDu0/s1600-h/DSCN2521.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050522037231225874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcPCLdzDBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9hK7XAERDu0/s320/DSCN2521.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em> ~Some salad for ya?~</em></span></div><div><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcM67dzC9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/l8KbNq-H0qA/s1600-h/DSCN2528.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050519713653918674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcM67dzC9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/l8KbNq-H0qA/s320/DSCN2528.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em> ~Masterpiece Of The Millenium-Bidding starts from US$100~</em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcMnbdzC8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/anL-CJtubEE/s1600-h/DSCN2529.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050519378646469570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcMnbdzC8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/anL-CJtubEE/s320/DSCN2529.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">~Artist at work~</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcLdrdzC7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/upodGvdGoF4/s1600-h/DSCN2527.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050518111631117234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcLdrdzC7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/upodGvdGoF4/s320/DSCN2527.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcJf7dzC6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/M-5C80i_YaQ/s1600-h/DSCN2531.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050515951262567330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcJf7dzC6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/M-5C80i_YaQ/s320/DSCN2531.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em> ~We caught a fish!!~<br /></em></span><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcJEbdzC5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/R60gcoMSGYk/s1600-h/DSCN2533.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050515478816164754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcJEbdzC5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/R60gcoMSGYk/s320/DSCN2533.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em> ~We even caught a Jellyfish.Anyway,does it taste like jelly mama?~</em></span></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcI5LdzC4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/yqb5Us0R2EQ/s1600-h/DSCN2526.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050515285542636418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcI5LdzC4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/yqb5Us0R2EQ/s320/DSCN2526.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em> ~Do I look cool in my spongebob boxer?~</em></span><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcHKbdzC2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/gm3Je_bV_k4/s1600-h/DSCN2546.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050513382872124258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RhcHKbdzC2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/gm3Je_bV_k4/s320/DSCN2546.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em> ~Mummy taught me how to twirl..~<br /></em></span><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-8876891281815213593?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-44872103421061918182007-04-03T13:26:00.000+08:002007-04-03T13:32:58.809+08:00The guysToday..I'm aite..<br /><br />Everything so fine..<br /><br />Got to mass converse..with my guy frens whom I miss dearly..<br /><br />Jimmy..in London now..doin his shitty stuff..<br /><br /><br />Lyman..in fuggin s'pore..buggin me on my celly..kinda teary man..wen my phone be hanged..<br />Helpin him with his pics that he fuggin transferred to me via msn to help him put up in his fuggin new frensta acct..god..y must u create such humans to bother my beautiful life?<br /><br />hahaha<br /><br />To someone whom I guess, I fall head over heels with...I MISS U LOADS...<br /><br />Fuggin holla at me every single fuggin nite before I hang my fuggin cella..<br /><br />Damn..I'm missing u like a child misses their blanket..<br /><br />I wana be there for you as per normal...<br /><br />Remember this - even with no cella,theres 101 ways to keep our souls intact..<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />Farah Frediazsen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-4487210342106191818?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-17565178881700990932007-03-30T11:40:00.000+08:002007-03-30T12:18:28.732+08:00Bigger Than Life<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgyPCiu_6MI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LO-aPFeibks/s1600-h/b1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047566556221925570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgyPCiu_6MI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LO-aPFeibks/s320/b1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>At this point of time,I'm all teary with all the things thats happening in thy's life..</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>101 Reasons to be strong..</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>and 99% of the reasons are :</em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Favian Afiq</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">& </span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong></div><p> </p><p> </p><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Frederic Ilhan</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I'm so proud to have you in my life..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I'm deeply in love ..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>May this upcoming years,that life have got for us be as beautiful than our past years..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>May you both be someone respectful one day..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Promise to give you my all..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I'll make you feel so proud to have me..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I'm so in love with you..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Promise I will erased all the pain that you have seen throughout your early years..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Keep on holding on to my hands..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>We gonna go through all thicks and thins together..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Where would I be without you..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Farah love Favian & Frederic</span> so much..No words could ever describe the love I had for ya..</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Nothing could tear us apart..</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Till death do us part..</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">I'm gonna be here till hell freezes..</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">~Farah~</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-1756517888170099093?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-87387055452780300262007-03-27T16:26:00.000+08:002007-03-27T16:32:56.151+08:00~For My Friend~<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjWkixiEkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/w5Up94g8gyc/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046519305766834754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjWkixiEkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/w5Up94g8gyc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjWWixiEjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WOsDakz0-Sg/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046519065248666162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjWWixiEjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WOsDakz0-Sg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjV1CxiEiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/H2grQEJEDjo/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046518489723048482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjV1CxiEiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/H2grQEJEDjo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjVfCxiEhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/d-AMltFjy4g/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046518111765926418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjVfCxiEhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/d-AMltFjy4g/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjVXSxiEgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/65SB_-H3qi0/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046517978621940226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjVXSxiEgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/65SB_-H3qi0/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjVQyxiEfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/U5uJW0TEUIo/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046517866952790514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RgjVQyxiEfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/U5uJW0TEUIo/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-8738705545278030026?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-32392786967830582142007-03-26T12:26:00.000+08:002007-03-26T13:46:43.112+08:00Kueh Pisang..Kueh Pisang..1...2...3...<br /><br />3...2...1....<br /><br />Now that I truly could see...<br /><br />When you told me that I'm the one..<br /><br />U call me too often..you wanna clear it out with me...<br /><br />Fuck it dope..U think i bother to listen..even for once??..<br /><br />Look at my age now..Im older than 23..<br /><br />I think u forgot..U playing this game like i'm only 1...<br /><br />Yeah baby...One fine day when U've grown,U might see..<br /><br />Wats actually happening here, whether if this is something u call fun??..<br /><br /><br />}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{<br /><br />I'm happily having fun trekkin with my mates,soaring so free...<br /><br />U called me too often,more than a hundred missed calls buzzin my beeper..<br /><br />Oh baby..seriously I don't bother...<br /><br />To answer ur call not even for once,dear..<br /><br />I even deleted you off from my contact lists..<br /><br />I nearly forgot that's ur digit displaying on the screen..<br /><br />Relationship is not abt that shit,abt the shopping spree and the lingerie that's on me..<br /><br />Errr..dont bother..do wat u think is free...<br /><br />Fucking gerls and straining their lifestyle may be easy...<br /><br />Come on dope..Stop bothering me...<br /><br />I'm still the freak..the fucking freak that could get u weepy...<br /><br />Now hand the keys over to me...<br /><br />Give my world back to me...<br /><br />Let me see what I can do to you for making this life so messy...<br /><br />Haha..Of cos I'm kidding..Of cos I will just let it be...<br /><br />Cos I think I'm too hot to be freezing cos of thee..<br /><br />Every guys I met out there,call me a Hottie...<br /><br />Hahaha..I guesss...Guys can fucking stuff their dick in their own assy...<br /><br />But,I guess it's not too long thats y they look so hard for a hottie...<br /><br />To be stuck in a fuckin relationship and promised in sincerity..<br /><br />Till that lady leave,then he'll be on the floor,all teary...<br /><br />Oh such a pity...<br /><br />Too bad...U can't catch up with me...<br /><br />U can run baby,but hiding is not a simplicity...<br /><br />Cos I don't give a fuck matey...<br /><br />Call urself a romie..till u get urself a julie who can abide by the fucking trend u set urself into...<br /><br />Then get urself the fuckin lifestyle u always wanted to be in..<br /><br />Fuck ur gerlfren till she's all preggie..<br /><br />Than fucking leave her with ur annoying attitudee..<br /><br />That's all I guess life is all abt..<br /><br />All d best dopey...<br /><br />I'm outty...<br /><br />~Farah~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3239278696783058214?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-67131220111592495862007-03-22T10:40:00.000+08:002007-03-22T11:37:43.049+08:00That's My FriendA Friend....<br /><br />Someone so fine,whom God have send..<br /><br />No words could describe the gratitude I had for you,thanks for taking this hand...<br /><br />From making me smile,laugh till my tummy ache and the one to hear me out when I couldn't stand...<br /><br />Sharing talks with me when I'm missing my man...<br /><br />We are far apart no doubt,but I know u'll make a good friend...<br /><br />In this heart of mine,hoping that this friendship we had never cld end..<br /><br />Never will end even If one day I'm left with no man..<br /><br />Be there for me If I ever needed a hand..<br /><br />Maybe you could be the one next,see me with my kids at the beach playing sand..<br /><br />Maybe theres a reason y u are the one god have send..<br /><br />Someone that I could easily blend..<br /><br />Even if Im a woman and ur a man...<br /><br />Theres no reason y we should'nt stick till the end...<br /><br />Thank you, Fen...<br /><br />Thanks for being there for me even if its just a short moment...<br /><br />U did help me go thru sum bend...<br /><br />Stay here and never let go of this hand...<br /><br />Stay...and always be my friend...<br /><br />Then If I know of someone who resembles my attitude for u,I'll recommend...<br /><br />Haha..That's between us man...<br /><br />Aite..so long baby..will see u again...<br /><br /><br />In My Own Words,Just For My Friend,<br /><br />~Farah~<br />Si bahalal ni lah..sape lagi...<br /><br />Dahlah bebal,gemok,buncit..gi masuk tido ar...<br /><br />*siku<br /><br />*campak muka kau dgn bantal masam<br /><br />*tonyoh2 muka kau..<br /><br />Limit2 kau bole ckp..Eh bodoh,ganas kau eh..<br /><br />BLUEK!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6713122011159249586?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-62518001626066571602007-03-20T09:49:00.000+08:002007-03-22T12:37:24.609+08:0020th March 2007 (Tuesday)Simple..<br /><br />I MISS YOU...<br /><br />These 3 syllabus..<br /><br />Kills me slowly....<br /><br /><br />Loh,saya kagen banget sama kamu si..Kamu enggak ngerti yak..Bicara sama guek paling2 skejap gituk..Gue tidak sabarin lor mahu ketemuin sama lok.Enggak biasa lok gue sabarin untuk diketemuin.Gue enggak punya sabar lok.Lo tahukan sama gue.Gue boleh jadi gila gituk..Loh..Bagaimana sih gini..Gue rimas banget..Gue tunggu pangilan dari lok..Cepat bung..Guek kesepian sih..<br /><br />Sini gue update kamu, sama gue punya schedule harian ya:<br />Semalaman,tarikh 19/03/07(Ithnin) guek banyak makan lok..makan,makan,mulut guek enggak ngerti tutup gituk..Gue dikantor asik check sama hp gue..Tapi tidak ada satu pon kol dari lok..Ngapa sih kamu?Saya ngerti lok busy disana,tapi gue disini kagen banget sama lok..Ok..ok..<br />Gue cuba ya summarize hari hari gue buat lok..Gue busy lok dikantor..Gue ke shipyard untuk berbicara sama pekerja disana..Gue tidak banyak ngomong dikantor..Gue buat hal2 gue macam gue ni dilanda kemarau lok..Gue rimas..Bukan macam hari biasa lok..Enggak sama sih..Kamu apa khabar?Kamu telipon gue bilang kamu kagen banget sama gue..Gue faham lo prasaan kamu..Sama sih dengan gue.....Kelmarin lok bisa ngomong2 sama gue..tapi sekarang enggak sama sih..<br /><br />I noe these whole blog sounds crappy but its ok i guess once in awhile..Gue enggak ngerti lok berbicara dlm bahasa indo sama skali..Walaupon gue ni orang jawa..Javanese..sama skali gue enggak bisa ngomong loh..gue bisa kira2 gitu.lol..gee entah betul tidak..ok..let me try..<br /><br /><br />siji.....<br /><br />loro......<br /><br />telur........<br /><br />*i dono how to spell lor..this one like eggs in malay lor..lol..lol..<br /><br />papat........<br /><br />limo..........<br /><br />nenem..<br /><br />pitu....<br /><br />wolu.....*nearly like wak lu...lol..lol<br /><br />songgo.....<br /><br />spuluh.......<br /><br />haiz..wateva man...<br /><br />~Ning Farah~<br />**Ning is sister(adik) in bahasa Indonesia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6251800162606657160?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-90208844686643096632007-03-19T09:13:00.000+08:002007-03-19T09:46:04.352+08:0019th September 2007 (Monday)Sunday...<br /><br />Smacking boring day...But I had fun with my boys...<br /><br />But,I still miss you...<br /><br />My fuckin cell phone need hacking dope...<br /><br />It went off when I'm in the midst of wanting to hear this sumone's voice..<br /><br />The Science Centre thingy was all cancelled..cos Favian's shack and all he wanted to do was sleep...<br /><br />Aite..<br /><br />Favian's food craving got better..Now that's sumtynk that cld get my mind off this worries of him not having enuff vitamins and that should keep him assured to mellow down the vitamins he had to take...<br /><br />Frederic gone berzerk..As usual this beautiful baby of mine was a superb hyperactive lovely cutey..He ws a deranged little boy who enjoys picking on the brother and hell yeah,the brother give in too much to him..But,he's a real clever little boy to sum it all up..Intelligent,speaks his mind off and a bit of a fierce one..errr..a bit is not the word...HE's a real fierce baby boy I ever pass by in my entire life..!!!!!God..he sound like me...Momma's lil' boy should I say??<br /><br />Ok..weekend was ok..rating of 6/10..I'm fuggin shack still after all the lack of sleep due to the Wednesday dirt-trekking and trailing...and the Wednesday hang out in the club session with my man..and later in the wee hours in the morning..the no words to describe best experience drum rolls.......*tuut...ok ok...u guys will be thinking of sex at this point of time..hey..get a grip ya'll..<br /><br />So..I didn't get a chance to steal a rest for the fuckin days after Wednesday..so it's pay back time man...So I decide to sleep early on Saturday and wake up late on Sunday..But,hell yeah..I can't even get an early wink on damn bloody saturday night...So i surrender late at 0230 am and woke up at 10am the next day..hey it's still fuckin hectic for me...<br /><br />But I'm all freshed out..Bring Chinchi out for a bath together with my boys..they enjoy watching Chinchi taking his bath..Dry Chinchi..haiz..poor chinchi..I snip some of her out of bed look hairs cos it's getting madder and crazier as days goes by...Then it was time for the boys to shower..actually i plan to bring them out for a swim or the science centre to make it up the lost one on saturdays...but..my mum decides to go sumwer..damn ya'll..I hate it when I have sumtynk well planned..all was cancelled due to sum others crappy plans..actually mums plan was not crappy at all..it was some trip to this interior design parlour...hey i have a house of my own and i need to fuggin revamp my place ya'll...so mum brought me there..and oh man..I nearly go crazy when I saw this room..damn ya'll...it's fuggin dark and sexy..with furs and all..customized bed..hey..get a grip farah..I can't be wasting $$$ on renovations..cos I guess it's not worth..I prefer saving up that loads for my boys educations and all..so I look away at the thought of spending $20K on a freakin master bed room...<br /><br />So day was ok..just missing my baby...<br /><br />I reached home..I call him up..hey yo..his missing me like crazy...<br /><br />lol...<br /><br />Updating me with his crazy schedules....poor baby...but I'm sure he's gonna be allright...<br /><br />So my schedule yesterday ran as per normal...back to Kiddy palace at 8+ and Favian was fast asleep in the cab..So carried him home while my cute little one tag by my side..dragging his feet due to shackness...<br /><br />This is 4 my baby column cos he wana be updated about my food intake :<br /><br />I had roti prata for breakfast<br />I had seafood fried rice for dinner..and finishing up Favian's chicken cutlet set meal...<br />err..sorry..i can't help it man...<br /><br />and when I reach at Kiddy Palace at night..I got myself some fried macaroni..<br /><br />then that's when I check my phone and you left me with 3 missed calls...<br /><br />You really miss me yah..lol..you did dump that fuckin ego of urs to tell me all the things thats beautiful to this ears...damn..I need that..due to loneliness is killing me depressions...<br /><br />I love you loads...this fuckin means..overflowing loaded man..<br /><br />HUGZ & SMOOCHES 2 MY MALE GENDERS IN MY LIFE...FAVIAN,FREDERIC &amp; U KNOW WHO...<br /><br /><br />~Farah~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-9020884468664309663?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-81797374217063928932007-03-17T10:44:00.000+08:002007-03-17T10:45:18.979+08:0017th March 2007 (Saturday,Family Day..)Heard u during lunch...<br /><br />Heard u when I was abt to go to bed...<br /><br />Think of u as I munch...<br /><br />From wearing pajamas to tying my hair in a braid...<br /><br />All I think is you..<br /><br />Who's with you to help me see you in your need...<br /><br />And how's everything for you...<br /><br />I told God to keep a lookout for you...<br /><br />Yeah,It sounds crazy...<br /><br />But,hell yeah..I did that..I pray to my Almighty Lord to help see you...<br /><br />Help u up..prevent u from the evil..<br /><br />You will be safe..<br /><br />I'm sure u will..<br /><br />Today....I guess I will be going to the Science Centre with my kiddies...<br /><br />The dinosaur thingy and the waterfall shit...<br /><br />It's gonna be great..I'll be spending loads of my time with them,to steal back all my lost times..<br /><br />They will miss u...<br /><br />Favian & Frederic answer your phone calls with, " Hello..Soldier.."<br /><br />Damn..I miss you...<br /><br />MY SOLDIER...<br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-8179737421706392893?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-24855172380882792222007-03-16T13:20:00.000+08:002007-03-16T13:54:20.027+08:0016th March 2007(The fucking Friday,the 16th)Today is the day...<br /><br />That kills me...<br /><br />At this point of time,just took my lunch..1321..im missing u..<br /><br />I'm watching this "Stick It" movie...<br /><br />Watching it alone...<br /><br />I'm so lonely..<br /><br />Already missing u real bad..Hey..Get a grip man..It's just a few hours back..<br /><br />Farah U can't go on like this..<br /><br />Damn it!!!<br /><br />Life is kinda tough dawg without hearing your voice..<br /><br />But I was known as someone strong..<br /><br />Well yeah,I keep on telling myself that I'm strong..<br /><br />Yeah I am..<br /><br />Fuck it mate...All I need is you now...<br /><br />U have been my mate..my soulmate..<br /><br />We have been doing things together..<br /><br />Everything man...<br /><br />From riding without fucking license to cuddling up talking shit...<br /><br />We do all the things soulmates do...<br /><br />You are here with me doing household chores...<br /><br />And helping me out choosing my clothes in the store...<br /><br />From them caps to mini skirts to choosing of bra...<br /><br />Hey,ur so perfect that I've seen so far...<br /><br /><br />Baby...U called..1335...U had ur lunch...<br /><br />Some simple lunch with a <strong>banana</strong>..<br /><br />lol...<br /><br />I miss your voice...<br /><br />Hearing u updating me with your things makes me smile...<br /><br />U brought good news to this ear,thats all I need to hear now ..<br /><br />I fuckin miss u loads dawg...<br /><br />Ok..Ok..this is just the start..I know...<br /><br />Bla bla bla...Ok..I'm cool,everythings aite here at my side...<br /><br />Just yearning to have things as per normal...<br /><br />Like hearing ur voice every single hour..<br /><br />Updating you bout my work,the kids and the food I eat...<br /><br />Ok..I'm getting a grip here...<br /><br />Hanging loose dawg..see..I'm doing the hand sign Ilhan did..<br /><br />"D..D...Hang Yush.."<br /><br />hahahahahaahhaha...<br /><br />Miss u bad...<br /><br />Yo si sa..<br /><br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-2485517238088279222?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-62871597276406379722007-03-15T10:38:00.000+08:002007-03-15T10:39:15.874+08:0015th March 2007 (Thursday)We decide to cuddle up and never let go, skin to skin<br /><br />The feeling so beautiful<br /><br />The way u touched me<br /><br />The way u kissed me<br /><br />The way u held me in your arms<br /><br />You look deep into my eyes<br /><br />The words you said to me..<br /><br />Your feelings for me...<br /><br />Your worries for me..<br /><br />Your care for me..<br /><br />Our love have been so beautiful..<br /><br />Everything is so perfect..<br /><br />It’s gonna be so empty…<br /><br />So so empty..without you..<br /><br />Loneliness…gonna kill me<br /><br />I know I will miss u bad..<br /><br />All the words u said..<br /><br />The worries u had…<br /><br />I promise I will be good..<br /><br />I’m not gonna hurt you..<br /><br />You have to trust me on this…<br /><br />I’m all yours baby…<br /><br />I’m not gonna let you down no more..<br /><br />I promise you,I won’t<br /><br />I’m not gonna let those tears well up your eyes…<br /><br />I’m not gonna disappoint you …<br /><br />I’m gonna let you see for yourself…<br /><br />When you’re back by my side…<br /><br />I will make you smile..<br /><br />Baby, I promise that this is no lie..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6287159727640637972?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-25982934027032043732007-03-15T09:34:00.000+08:002007-03-15T09:36:14.562+08:00One More DayB......<br /><br />I'm gonna miss u like mad..<br /><br />Nothing more to say...<br /><br />Wish you well...<br /><br />Today,evening will be meeting u..but not for long...<br /><br />Oh cum on...I'm not fine...<br /><br />I'm missing u bad...<br /><br /><br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-2598293402703204373?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-84475207419746645982007-03-13T10:58:00.000+08:002007-03-13T11:50:10.664+08:0013th March 2007I'm Missing You bad...<br /><br />Hey B,this one for ya..<br /><br />I was raised in a way where the time in the day was to play hard to get<br />But then it changed suddenly when you came and took my breath away<br />I was caught in a vine at a time in the night where my life wasnt right<br />But then again suddenly you came and i was swept away<br /><br />Now this cant be a phase it runs threw my veins<br />So i cant get it out of me its so complete<br />Its makin me feel like im the only one that it is<br />So i dont care where we lay anytime of the day any way it dont matter B<br />This unexplanable feeling its so soul healing<br /><br />>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><br /><br />We had our time<br />We had our fun<br />We had our crime<br />But I guess It's time<br /><br />It's so funny when I see us looking away when we tell our jokes<br />It's so nice having you by my side whispering to my ears that you love me<br />It's so beautiful having you putting your arms around me<br />It's so perfect having you by my side<br /><br />Sumtimes....<br /><br />I think that it's too good to be true<br />I'm not prepared to face the upcoming troubles<br />Cos everything was so nice...<br />Almost to perfection...<br />errr...let it be...<br /><br />Ok...skip this talk<br /><br />Wat r u doing?<br />How have u bn doing?<br />I'm missing you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-8447520741974664598?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-58383853168439526062007-03-13T10:35:00.000+08:002007-03-13T10:45:24.498+08:00Last Night's LetterI was sitting at home<br />Thinking to myself<br />I started thinking bout you<br />How much I do love you<br />I really do<br />I would never trade you<br />Never forsake you cause nothing could be better<br />That's why I wrote you this letter<br />I love you<br /><br />Last Night<br />I wrote a short letter<br />And it went this way<br /><br />Dear baby,<br /><br /> I love you<br /><br />Just thinking of you.<br /><br />Love always...<br /><br />Now I know I could have called<br />But it seemed much better this way<br />Cause I'm missin' my baby<br />I'm so blessed your my baby.<br /><br />Now I know I can't wait till tomorrow<br />When your in my arms again<br />Holdin' and kissin' you<br />Doin' things we love to do<br /><br />But till then...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-5838385316843952606?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-41771743795479636242007-03-12T13:15:00.000+08:002007-03-12T14:13:27.807+08:0012 March 20074 more days to go...<br /><br />How I wish I can freeze the time baby...<br /><br />I wish I wish..I could freeze the time...<br /><br />Freeze it when ur in my arm...<br /><br />Freeze it when ur looking in my eyes....<br /><br />Freeze it when ur kissing me....<br /><br />Freeze it when I'm feeling your love....<br /><br />Freeze it...everything that I feel for you..I wanna freeze it...<br /><br />Don't want it to stop...<br /><br />FREEZE IT GOD!!! HELP ME..JUST THIS ONCE...GRANT THIS WISH...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-4177174379547963624?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-56598297477195236562007-03-10T10:08:00.000+08:002007-03-10T10:56:11.206+08:0016th March 2007<em><span style="color:#ccccff;">This day....</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will miss you bad...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will feel damned...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will be lonely...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Boredom will surround me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Loneliness will kill me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I won't stop sighing...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I won't know what to do...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Cos...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I don't get to do much <strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">without you</span></strong>...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Cos...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">You keep me occupied...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">You hear me out...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">You erase this sorrow...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">You heal this pain...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">You take this hand...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">You lift this spirit...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">You clear this thought...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">You brightens this path...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">You plan my days...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">You add sparkle to this life...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">EVERYTHING IN ME NOW IS YOU...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will be desperate for you...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I know...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will be putting my face in my hand most of the time...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will be finding things to do...to keep my mind off you...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">To freeze this misses...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will be sleeping alone...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">No one there to cuddle me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">To hold me tight...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Smell my hair...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Kiss my neck...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">No one is there to make my hair stand...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">No one is there to make me feel wanted...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">No one is there to make me smile...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Everywhere I go will be so empty...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Without You</span></strong>...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Your presence...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Your presence...that make me feel so beautiful...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I'm gonna miss you bad...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I can't promise you that I will be fine...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">But...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I can promise you that I will still be there for you...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Waiting patiently for you at the door...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Waiting for your calls...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Waiting to hear your voice...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Waiting for your appearance...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Waiting to feel beautiful again...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Waiting to be love...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Before this day come...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I wanna make you feel so special...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will cater to you...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Let you sit back and see me pour out my love letter...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Can't nothing tear us apart...cos y</span></em><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">our all I want in a man...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Let me help you,take off your shoes...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Untie your shoestrings...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Take off your clothes...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Run your bath water..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Whatever you desire...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will supply ya...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Let me get you your slippers....</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Fetch you the papers...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Your dinner...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Your dessert and so much more...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will cater to you...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Let me hold you in my arms...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Let me take all that stress away...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Making sure that I'm doing my part...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Boy, is there something you need me to do?</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">If it's love that you need...to give it is my joy...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I'm gonna fulfill you my body and spirit...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I wanna give my craft, my strentgh and my will to you...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Thats the least I can do...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I wanna cater to you...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Through the good,the bad, the ups and the downs...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I will still be here for you...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I'll keep myself up...remain the same chick you fell in love with...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Your wish is my command...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">I wanna cater to my man...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-5659829747719523656?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-50133817701504884552007-03-05T12:16:00.000+08:002007-03-05T12:20:26.877+08:00~Do You Think...~Do you think<br /><br />You could fall for a woman like me?<br /><br />Cause I find it's hard to trust<br /><br />I need too much<br /><br />And I really don't believe in love<br /><br /><br /><br />Do you think<br /><br />That I could be the girl of your dreams?<br /><br />Sometimes I don't let things go and get emotional<br /><br />And sometimes I'm just out of control<br /><br />You need to stop for a minute<br /><br />Before you get too deep in it<br /><br />Cause everything ain't what it seems<br /><br />It's hard loving a woman<br /><br />A woman like me<br /><br />You need to think about it<br /><br />Before you get hooked on the venom<br /><br />And can't live without it<br /><br />Can't believe everything you see.<br /><br /><br /><br />Do you think<br /><br />That I could be the one that you seek?<br /><br />Cause baby I'm one step ahead<br /><br />You're two steps behind<br /><br />But baby I don't mind<br /><br /><br /><br />Do you think<br /><br />That I can make you real happy baby?<br /><br />Just don't get me wrong<br /><br />My loving is so strong<br /><br />But I will try and lead you on<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-5013381770150488455?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-57685208147620616792007-03-05T12:04:00.000+08:002007-03-05T12:12:02.419+08:00He's My ManYou say that he's wrong<br /><br />You say that he's no good<br /><br />Leave him alone cuz he's gonna hurt you<br /><br />But what they don't know is how he makes me feel<br /><br />You say that he creeps always running the streets<br /><br />He's playin the game and he'll never love me<br /><br />You say that he's fake but why does it feel so real<br /><br /><br /><br />No matter what you say i ain't going no where<br /><br />No matter what you think, imma always be there<br /><br />The love that we share it lives inside of me<br /><br />No matter what I hear, it is all in the past<br /><br />No matter what you feeling this love gone last<br /><br />The heart of his soul it breathes inside of me<br /><br /><br />My man, he makes me feel so special<br /><br />My man, he makes me feel so precious<br /><br />My man, he makes me feel wonderful<br /><br />My man, i'm feelin so comfortable<br /><br />He's thugged out but he's my man...<br /><br /><br />You say you don't trust him<br /><br />Because he's been locked up<br /><br />You say that he's a trouble cos he's out in the strip club<br /><br />But you were young once so you should understand<br /><br />You say that you know,So you've been a witness<br /><br />You say it's for sure,Say he got a mistress<br /><br />Until you can show me, i'm gone stand by him...<br /><br /><br />~Farah~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-5768520814762061679?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-30418975978656395312007-02-24T09:57:00.000+08:002007-02-24T10:15:42.528+08:00Troubled Minds...My Mind...<br /><br />Mine was suppose to be fine...<br /><br />But I guess..everything in this life have gone over the line..<br /><br />I can see the sign...<br /><br />But, I hold back and stays behind...<br /><br />I still gotta find...<br /><br />The reasons stored behind...<br /><br />I couldn't climb up those vine...<br /><br />I couldn't do much in time...<br /><br />I need you to hold me up from behind...<br /><br />So, I could try my best and catch it in time...<br /><br />Come on baby,I'm not feeling you swine...<br /><br />You bloody son of a gun...<br /><br />Fuck off and leave me alone,hey I'm gonna be fine...<br /><br />Don't act like ur one of those kind..<br /><br />That will be the hero or the romeo in this storyline...<br /><br />U can bloody well fuck off,I'll get that pole stash up your behind...<br /><br />lol...this is sum kind of fun...<br /><br />In My Own Words,<br /><br />Farah Frediazsen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3041897597865639531?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-67627381484496707002007-02-23T10:47:00.000+08:002007-02-24T10:20:30.702+08:00FUN Holiday...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6EW5OnLrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/44qxsLZCVaw/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034606962300890802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6EW5OnLrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/44qxsLZCVaw/s320/monkey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6DsJOnLqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dn1KCuMUOpU/s1600-h/zoo3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034606227861483170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6DsJOnLqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dn1KCuMUOpU/s320/zoo3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6DOpOnLpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xOPx2UEYpvc/s1600-h/zoo2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034605721055342226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6DOpOnLpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xOPx2UEYpvc/s320/zoo2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6DHJOnLoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FgMsRPa8kTw/s1600-h/zoo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034605592206323330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6DHJOnLoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FgMsRPa8kTw/s320/zoo1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6CTJOnLnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/E3lwLWKsIkg/s1600-h/pony.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034604698853125746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6CTJOnLnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/E3lwLWKsIkg/s320/pony.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6CA5OnLmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/19glaAFV7_s/s1600-h/giraffe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034604385320513122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6CA5OnLmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/19glaAFV7_s/s320/giraffe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6B3ZOnLlI/AAAAAAAAAME/jb5hzOOIGmk/s1600-h/horse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034604222111755858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6B3ZOnLlI/AAAAAAAAAME/jb5hzOOIGmk/s320/horse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6Br5OnLkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zMUGDT-vb2Y/s1600-h/animal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034604024543260226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd6Br5OnLkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zMUGDT-vb2Y/s320/animal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5_3pOnLjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9MAaUhyGHew/s1600-h/pizza+afiq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034602027383467570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5_3pOnLjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9MAaUhyGHew/s320/pizza+afiq.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5_wJOnLiI/AAAAAAAAALs/l9XeJ8_Shmo/s1600-h/pizza+boys+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034601898534448674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5_wJOnLiI/AAAAAAAAALs/l9XeJ8_Shmo/s320/pizza+boys+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5_cJOnLhI/AAAAAAAAALk/SrqfQ7i7yps/s1600-h/home+boys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034601554937064978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5_cJOnLhI/AAAAAAAAALk/SrqfQ7i7yps/s320/home+boys.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5_PJOnLgI/AAAAAAAAALc/Ds9QS1_joZs/s1600-h/balcony.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034601331598765570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5_PJOnLgI/AAAAAAAAALc/Ds9QS1_joZs/s320/balcony.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5_JZOnLfI/AAAAAAAAALU/Gt8AZ4GlmQM/s1600-h/beach+boys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034601232814517746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5_JZOnLfI/AAAAAAAAALU/Gt8AZ4GlmQM/s320/beach+boys.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5--pOnLeI/AAAAAAAAALM/F9QP_GA9IiQ/s1600-h/boys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034601048130924002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5--pOnLeI/AAAAAAAAALM/F9QP_GA9IiQ/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5-4JOnLdI/AAAAAAAAALE/GthF2ONCzzk/s1600-h/boys1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034600936461774290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5-4JOnLdI/AAAAAAAAALE/GthF2ONCzzk/s320/boys1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5-v5OnLcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/O-4sz_fZd3M/s1600-h/flight.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034600794727853506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5-v5OnLcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/O-4sz_fZd3M/s320/flight.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5-mpOnLbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Xgpvjuz4A_I/s1600-h/frens3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034600635814063538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5-mpOnLbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Xgpvjuz4A_I/s320/frens3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5-d5OnLaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7Ka9-cH3tBo/s1600-h/frens2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034600485490208162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5-d5OnLaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7Ka9-cH3tBo/s320/frens2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5-XJOnLZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RgH0GbZamU8/s1600-h/frens1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034600369526091154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rd5-XJOnLZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RgH0GbZamU8/s320/frens1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6762738148449670700?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-28211994548829875202007-02-14T09:44:00.000+08:002007-02-14T10:29:08.676+08:0014th February 2007Hmmm...Let me see..<br /><br />What can I bloody state in here for you guys to see?<br /><br />Of course its something bout me..<br /><br />OR mayb YOU and ME?<br /><br />But,u guys got confused so easily...<br /><br />Which part of my life will be in the blog..my lovers or my hatreds, maybe?<br /><br />Argh! I don't know!! I don't even know what I'm thinking,seriously...<br /><br />U see bout my life? It's like a drama or some cartoon strips in the papers daily..<br /><br />Sometimes I would laugh it off and sometimes makes thy eyes teary...<br /><br />So,let me see...<br /><br />Today,is the fucking Valentine's Day..It's crazy..<br /><br />When was the last time I'm in this celebration and get my man some prezzie??<br /><br />Oh man..History repeats itself again,baby...<br /><br />So,I have to start searching for something after this to make my man feel all lovey dovey..<br /><br />This is so crazy..<br /><br />The last person I bought a gift:a cake,a card and a blue rosey..<br /><br />To show him "How I Love Thee & A Happy Anniversary!!"<br /><br />Was a past and a real history..<br /><br />So,let me think harder for this time round for this 14th February...<br /><br />I sound like I'm in the Screen of Romie &amp; Julie...<br /><br />Ewww..that IRK me...<br /><br />I think my man gonna kill me...<br /><br />If I were to get him a rose and a teddy...<br /><br />Cos its so girly...<br /><br />Ok..Ok..here i go..I think I'm gonna get him a ring engrave "Farah" &amp; the date he met me...<br /><br />Then when everything is over and be a history...<br /><br />I'll make him pass it to the new girlfriend he found,maybe..<br /><br />or just give it back to me...<br /><br />so I can bloody well put it in some frame to remind me...<br /><br />Or maybe show it to my boys when they reach adultery...<br /><br />so crazy...<br /><br />my mind is not with me...<br /><br />so long baby...<br /><br />I'll see u again later when I update this bloggy...<br /><br />Hey,ya I nearly forgot abt this..This really sounds crappy..<br /><br />I'm lying and taking my medi..when I sit up and see...<br /><br />There's this nurse..woah she's sexy..<br /><br />Damn! What am I thinking?Hey,I'm straight or I've turn into some lesbi?<br /><br />errr..argh!! Forget it baby...I'm outty..<br /><br />Haiz..my voice still so croaky..<br /><br />Lots of love from Miss Froggy...<br /><br />~Farah~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-2821199454882987520?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-62399026921522190802007-02-13T14:59:00.000+08:002007-02-13T11:41:10.193+08:00Día De ValentineValentines Day…<br /><br />I’ll make myself a coffin made of clay<br /><br />I’m gonna lie on the beach watching the trees sway<br /><br />I’m not gonna say<br /><br />That today..<br /><br />Is my special day..<br /><br />Cos it’s not my fucking b’dae..<br /><br />I’m still gonna twitch my eyes at the sun’s ray…<br /><br />While he get me gifts and hand it to me on a tray..<br /><br />But…In here..in this blog I’m not gonna say..<br /><br />That it’s gonna be a special day…<br /><br />Wait..till tat day cum than we’ll see if it may…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6239902692152219080?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-48500360464268420172007-02-13T11:38:00.000+08:002007-02-13T11:39:31.975+08:00~Love The Way You Are~Me:<br />I need a thug that'll have my back<br />Do-rag, Nike Airs to match<br />Ain't nothin' wrong with that<br />That's how I like it, baby<br />Where my thug at?<br />White T-Shirt, I love that<br />Timberland boots, you does that, it's a fact<br />That's how I like it, baby<br />I like the way you walk<br />The way you talk<br />The way you dress<br />The way you smile<br />I like the way you are<br />The way you ain't<br />I like your honesty, integrity..<br />It levels me, so please don't ever change<br />I hope you like my style<br />The way I dress<br />The way I flirt ..Say yes<br />I hope you like my mind<br />The things I say<br />If I'm with you, then I'm with only you<br />My loyalty will never, ever change..<br /><br />Dz:<br />I know you've heard something bout me<br />They say stay away from me..<br />Saying that I'll never change up , or pull my pants up,<br />Well, baby girl, put ya foot down<br />Don't let them push you around, you know what you like<br />Baby thug, you know wrong from right<br />You've felt grown before<br />This can't be what it feel like<br />And they don't really know what you feel like, for instance<br />They don't know the difference between real life<br />All they see is my baggy jeans, my attitude<br />I ain't mad at you, it's just my Clyde<br />The way I wear my hat to the side<br />Way I lean real low when I ride<br />That's on my mind, you like my walk<br />My accent when I talk<br />My way of thinking is slightly off<br />You like the way I floss<br />Leave the block on a bike, and come back with my ride..<br />Most of all, you like my honesty, integrity, my loyalty..<br />I promise to you that I will never ever change..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-4850036046426842017?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-12486083443198076892007-02-07T17:17:00.000+08:002007-02-07T17:25:37.328+08:00~We Are Better Off This Way~If love was a bird<br />Then we wouldn't have wings<br /> If love was a sky<br />We'd be blue<br />If love was a choir<br />You and I could never sing<br />Cause love isn't for me and you<br /><br />If love was an Oscar<br />You and I could never win<br />Cause we can never act out our parts<br />If love is the Bible<br />Then we are lost in sin<br />Because its not in our hearts<br /><br />So why don't you go your way<br />And I'll go mine<br />Live your life,<br />and I'll live mine<br />Baby you'll do well,<br />and I'll be fine<br />Cause we're better off, separated<br /><br />If love was a fire<br />Then we have lost the spark<br />Love never felt so cold<br />If love was a light<br />Then we're lost in the dark<br />Left with no one to hold<br /><br />If love was a sport<br />We're not on the same team<br />You and I are destined to lose<br />If love was an ocean<br />Then we are just a stream<br />Cause love isn't for me and you<br /><br />Baby, I know we had some good times<br />It's sad but now we gotta say goodbye<br />Baby you know I love you,<br />I can't deny<br />I can't say we didn't try to make it work for you and I<br />I know it hurts so much but it's best for us<br />Somewhere along this windy road we lost the trust<br />So I'll walk away so you don't have to see me cry<br />It's killing me so, why don't you go<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-1248608344319807689?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-77165803325107660222007-02-07T12:46:00.000+08:002007-02-07T16:44:06.667+08:00~Can you see?~Can you see at the end of this blog..it says :<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">~If you can't handle me,do me a favour and get out of my life~</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />??<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now,tell me if you can handle me?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RclhOeKBK9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/W45VjybV8e4/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"><p align="center"></a></p>~Farah~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-7716580332510766022?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-81290518315485783242007-02-07T12:42:00.000+08:002007-02-07T12:44:55.770+08:00I Love TheeFor someone I use to call my Hubby...<br /><br />This for thee..<br /><br />There's no more words left in me...<br /><br />I used to love thee..<br /><br />And till now thee love me...I can still see..<br /><br />Eventhough,Its too late for we..<br /><br />It's ok..I'm not suiciding cos of thee...<br /><br />I'm back to being a single mummy..<br /><br />With 2 beautiful sweetlings like me...<br /><br />Damn..I'm so happy...<br /><br />How life seems to be...<br /><br />I'm smiling now with glee..<br /><br />Hey,can't u see?? I'm bloody FUCKING happy..<br /><br />With no another baby like thee..<br /><br />Yipeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />I'M FUCKING FREEEEE!!!!<br /><br />I'm not trying to piss thee..<br /><br />I'm just showing off the bitch in me...<br /><br />I'm still smiling with glee..<br /><br />Look!! My cheeks are pink and blushy...<br /><br />Fuck off now...Don't go finding yourself another freak like me..<br /><br />It might kill you baby..<br /><br />Like. how. I. did. to. thee...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-8129051831548578324?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-25491159353663165942007-02-07T09:26:00.000+08:002007-02-07T09:49:11.881+08:00Learn how to fly...He call me up...<br /><br />Ask me wat's up?<br /><br />Ask me all the foolish questions,I'm fed up..<br /><br />Told him stop being so fucked up..<br /><br />He told me that he was not trying to piss me..<br /><br />But dawg..u killing me..<br /><br />Which of "I can't be with u" that u don't understand me?<br /><br />Tell me..<br /><br />What u see in me?<br /><br />Tell me..<br /><br />Something that I don't see..<br /><br />Tell you what,U're pissing me..<br /><br />Sure man,you can stick with me..<br /><br />Thru the hell and the heaven of this life,we will be..<br /><br />Dawg?Do you hear me?<br /><br />Errr,I guess...What I'm saying here is something true within me...<br /><br />You got to stick with me...<br /><br />Till the day I feel like "KILL ME!!"..<br /><br />I'm gonna be your lady..<br /><br />Errrr..trust me...<br /><br />Haha..I'm kinda miss me..<br /><br />Oh dawg..Pls kill me..<br /><br />Do you hear me?<br /><br />Did you get me?<br /><br />Something in here,I wrote is about you and me..<br /><br />"KILL ME!!!!!"<br /><br />Haha..I think I'm going crazy..<br /><br />It's kinda hard to see..<br /><br />If you are not me...<br /><br />If u know me,then you'll get to see...<br /><br />The punk in me..<br /><br />That's flowing in thy veins in this body...<br /><br />Oh shit!! hey, it's Wednesday baby...<br /><br />Ok,tell you what I need u tonight..so stick with me...<br /><br />We gonna party...<br /><br />We gonna break this misery...<br /><br />Then,after the early morning cup of tea..<br /><br />We'll see..<br /><br />If you gonna stick with me...<br /><br />Gee...<br /><br />This is so not me...<br /><br />Hehe...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-2549115935366316594?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-46474839440763322152007-02-06T17:18:00.000+08:002007-02-06T17:19:48.529+08:00As day goes by..Everyday…<br /><br />Seems like a play…<br /><br />Day by day…<br /><br />All the same..It stay…<br /><br />January,February,March,April & May…<br /><br />June till December..I'll pray<br /><br />To the almighty God..hoping for a change of way..<br /><br />Not for gold on a silver tray…<br /><br />But for someone that will make my day<br /><br />So I could smile as I lay…<br /><br />Enough of being the poor Cinderella in this play…<br /><br />Come Prince Charming help me up, let's find a way…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-4647483944076332215?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-6706709980369780152007-02-06T10:48:00.000+08:002007-02-06T11:49:11.439+08:00~My Kind Of Sport~<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfyXuKBK5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/jMLml_TnlPk/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028253998323411858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfyXuKBK5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/jMLml_TnlPk/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /></a>~Off to track in some huge lorry to dump all the bikes in~</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfyJeKBK4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8YASckh1Di0/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028253753510275970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfyJeKBK4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8YASckh1Di0/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a>~I'll do anything to encourage them to take up this sport~<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfyB-KBK3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r0QioePOvrQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rcfx6-KBK2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ryz-TAKrvEE/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028253504402172770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rcfx6-KBK2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ryz-TAKrvEE/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> ~Lyman(Left) & Jimmy(Right)~<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfxvuKBK1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/lg3Gi-JliDo/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028253311128644434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfxvuKBK1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/lg3Gi-JliDo/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfxhOKBK0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/HY04kuaiGTs/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028253062020541250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfxhOKBK0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/HY04kuaiGTs/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /></a> ~Maybe,he will be a dirt-bike racer one day..We'll never know~</div><div><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfxO-KBKyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/43dyiX3HAbI/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028252748487928610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfxO-KBKyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/43dyiX3HAbI/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /></a>~Awesome Small Rider..Wanna get this for my boys soon~<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfxJuKBKxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vw59lLORXZE/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028252658293615378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcfxJuKBKxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vw59lLORXZE/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /></a>~Favian & Frederic~<br /><br /><div>While ninety-nine people out of every one hundred probably think of motorcycles, particularly motocross motorcycles, as something that belongs solely to the male half of this world, the truth is that females are a growing force within the sport. </div><div></div><div>I know you probably thought that the photo of me on the bike was just a shot to hype the column. You're wrong. I actually ride it with my bestfren every weekend now,it's been our past time.. </div><div></div><div>But all along I'm the only girl in the track..But,I know that I'm not alone. As other female women can ride and that they do dirt-ridings too. Some women actually race. The fact that off road events actually takes women seriously enough. If I got the chance,I'll go for it!! yeah man,my friend do encourage me to take up the race if we ever have it again in Singapore!!!</div><div><br />When I was in the track with Jimmy last few weeks,one dad who race back in the year 2004 said he has a son (who is eight) who races motocross, and that his daughter (who is six) now wants to race too. He asked what I thought about girls racing. I told him I thought it was great. He said that his wife thought it was the dumbest thing she'd ever heard of, was afraid their little princess would get hurt and or want to quit dance lessons, and what did I think the solution to this problem was?hmmm..</div><div><br />I thought he should keep the kid and get a new wife. (I don't actually want anyone to think that I think divorce is a good thing..errr). I also bit my lips when it came to the part I almost said that I don't think anyone actually needs dance lessons these days. I left in the part where I told him that perhaps he should point out to his wife that a girl is no more likely to get hurt racing than a boy is, and that ballerinas suffer some extraordinary injuries to leg and shoulder muscles.<br />I pointed out that motocross racing requires a keen sense of balance, a good deal of common sense, and a high degree of coordination. If his wife thought their daughter had these traits then perhaps they should give motocross a trial run. If dancing truly were her forte in life they would be able to learn it quickly. </div><div><br />While this may sound like a funny story, it's true. Parents, who have no problem with their male children riding two wheeled machines, often cringe at the thought of their female offspring taking up the same sport.<br /><br />This leads me to believe that while some may continue to spout that "We've come a long way baby!" the distance we've traveled in the last few decades is shorter than we think when it comes to what we allow male and female progeny to engage in.<br /><br />We still hold females to a different standard than we do to males. While I have no problem with stating categorically that there are fundamental differences between males and females, when it comes to dirtbikes I'd like to see a little more equality when deciding whether our female children should ride or not. </div><div> </div><div>My younger baby boy,Frederic was so into dirt bikes cos i did bring both my boys along sometimes when we have the chance.But,they are males and I have no probs to it.But,if I'm gonna have a baby girl one day..I'll make sure she'll get into such sports..dirt-biking,trailing and more..just like mummy..haha<br /><br />If your daughter or spouses are interested in dirtbiking, don't assume she's headed for life as a bar dancers. Assume that she's seen friends or brothers doing something that seems interesting and fun. Give her the same opportunity to decide whether this sport is really for her as you would to a male friend. </div><div> </div><div>If she enjoys it, you've set the stage for hours of shared experiences that you would miss if you were on your dirtbike and she was in the dance studio. If she hates it, you did no harm. What you have done is shown her that you're willing to let her develop interests that suit her, instead of just you and her and her pink skirt and her newly bought make-up set.<br /></div><div> </div><div>For,Jimmy thank you for being there for me throughout all this fun we had every FUCKING weekend..Love ya baby.. </div><div><br />And,bloody heck he won't let me upload his pic in here for viewing purposes..Haha.. </div><div>I'll update more pics if we were to bring our cell phone or our camera the next time we went dirt riding..<br /><br />~Farah~</div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-670670998036978015?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-87099064247656132972007-02-05T11:13:00.000+08:002007-02-05T11:20:43.916+08:00Thank You<strong>*</strong><em>Copied From Someone's Blogged and I really understand the every single words in it..</em><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hello!</span></strong><br /><br />"Hello there nice person<br />Did anyone ever tell you,<br />Just how special you are<br />The light that you emit<br />Might even light a star;<br />Did anyone ever tell you<br />How important you make others feel...<br /><br />Somebody out there is smiling<br />About love that is so real,<br />Did anyone ever tell you<br />Many times, when they were sad<br />Your msgs made them smile a bit;<br />In fact it made them glad<br />For the time you spend sending things<br />And sharing whatever you find...<br /><br />There are no words to thank you<br />But somebody thinks you're fine,<br />Did anyone ever tell you<br />Just how much they love you?<br />Well, my "Dearest Friend"<br />Because I care about you<br />Today I'm telling you.......<br />How lucky am i..<br />To have someone like you.."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-8709906424765613297?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-34014053877513278502007-02-05T11:08:00.000+08:002007-02-05T11:23:45.383+08:00~F.Frediazsen~*I copied this from someone's blog...Titled "F.Frediazsen"~<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>~F.Frediazsen~</strong></span><br /><br />I find it hard to look at pictures that are of you and me,<br />It’s hard to think that someday the two of us may not be.<br />When those thoughts go through my mind, I stop and realize,<br />All the things we have done and how you opened up my eyes.<br />When I feel like I’m alone, you’re the first person that I call,<br />The only one who knows how to fix everything and all.<br />You came into my life and I knew it from the start,<br />No matter what may happen, you would always be in my heart.<br />I know that I can go to you with anything I need,<br />You’ll help me through my toughest times telling me I will succeed.<br />You have the two best shoulders for me to lean and cry on,<br />Wiping away all of my tears until they are gone<br />You know all of my wishes and you know my dreams,<br />Reminding me they’re not as far away as they may seem.<br />You are loyal, kind, and caring, and I know that this is true,<br />My world wouldn’t be as bright if I knew there were no you.<br />If ever you need a friend to tell everything and all,<br />I’m just a few numbers away, so don’t be afraid to call,<br />If there were one thing to want from life, this is what it would be,<br />To be as good a friend to you as you have been to me.<br />I hope I made you smile when you were about to cry,<br />I hope I comforted you when you wanted to just die.<br />Our smiles and our laughter, our tears and all our sorrow,<br />They mean just as much as knowing that we still have tomorrow.<br />It is a gift knowing someone is gonna by your side,<br />With this person, you will never have to hide.<br />Looking at you makes me realize you’re more than a friend,<br />And that you will be there with me until the very end.<br />To you I want to say thanks for touching my life and leaving your mark,<br />With you I know I will shine, even when in the dark.<br />You are always there to help me, guiding me through the bends,<br />That is why you will forever be my true good friend.<br />Finding a friend like you is like finding a pot of gold,<br />Something that can never be bought, something that can never be sold..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3401405387751327850?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-76677040146620621602007-02-02T15:32:00.000+08:002007-02-02T16:07:17.940+08:00~Te amo y le falto~Te amo y le falto<br /><br />Usted decide ser ido<br /><br />Qué puedo hacer?<br /><br />~Farah Frediazsen~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-7667704014662062160?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-49872692716657163052007-02-01T13:38:00.000+08:002007-02-01T15:43:40.686+08:00Roar!!!!!!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGGkOKBKwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_-f-EcRMj4A/s1600-h/kl1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026446615955712770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGGkOKBKwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_-f-EcRMj4A/s320/kl1.jpg" border="0" /></a>~The feeling of intense filled us~</div><div align="center">Singapore VS Thailand</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGGNOKBKvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ehfbvmKsFSc/s1600-h/kl2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026446220818721522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGGNOKBKvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ehfbvmKsFSc/s320/kl2.jpg" border="0" /></a> ~Die Hard Fans~<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGFzuKBKuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-05iGw3yGbs/s1600-h/kl0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026445782732057314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGFzuKBKuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-05iGw3yGbs/s320/kl0.jpg" border="0" /></a> ~The angry crowd~<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGFhuKBKtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DAsCQM3RBMY/s1600-h/kl4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026445473494411986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGFhuKBKtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DAsCQM3RBMY/s320/kl4.jpg" border="0" /></a>~Tell us what’s the score like?~<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGEB-KBKsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UhbOy84zEVc/s1600-h/kl4.5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026443828521937602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGEB-KBKsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UhbOy84zEVc/s320/kl4.5.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>~Happy,happy,happy~</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGDyOKBKrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GzpsyzHRR_Q/s1600-h/kl4.51.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026443557938997938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGDyOKBKrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GzpsyzHRR_Q/s320/kl4.51.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>~The laughter,cheering and “OLE,OLE,OLE” song echoed the stadium exits~</div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGDA-KBKqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ds8i9y8xevo/s1600-h/kl5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026442711830440610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RcGDA-KBKqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ds8i9y8xevo/s320/kl5.jpg" border="0" /></a> ~Back to my home town after the match, all smiles.. CHEERS FOR LIONS!!~</div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-4987269271665716305?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-16671015471586981072007-02-01T10:35:00.000+08:002007-02-01T11:09:32.003+08:00Wedding.Ring.Let me roughly tell you my life in ink...<br /><br />That's been in this head,it ring...<br /><br />Been in my mind all along as I blink...<br /><br />Few years back,I got this fling...<br /><br />Whom I used to call MY EVERYTHING...<br /><br />Let me tell you something...<br /><br />This is the damn thing...<br /><br />He pass me the ring...<br /><br />We jump into wedding...<br /><br />We start to swing...<br /><br />4yrs later,we began to sink...<br /><br />This is what life bring...<br /><br />I'm the queen and he's the king...<br /><br />Permanently,we think...<br /><br />Reminiscing the moments that I've been whining...<br /><br />All the FUCKING things that link...<br /><br />To this FUCKING wedding...<br /><br />Suck to pieces,it's damn boring...<br /><br />FUCKING irritating...<br /><br />As he starts changing...<br /><br />From someone so nice to a guy who needs diapering...<br /><br />Hey,I'm still living...<br /><br />I've dumped that ring...<br /><br />I've ditched that king...<br /><br />Now,I'm the last to sing...<br /><br />Happily as i think...<br /><br />What a moment,life could bring...<br /><br />As i think of my life as it sink...<br /><br />I'm still here soaring with my wing...<br /><br />Cos here I have with me,a brand new king...<br /><br />Maybe he could be the one that could make my heart bling...<br /><br />Or maybe he could do the same thing...<br /><br />Oh man,this is what life is all about..I think...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-1667101547158698107?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-30753550527987882882007-01-30T10:53:00.000+08:002007-01-30T11:03:50.051+08:00Just For You...There is this guy that I'm diggin'...<br />What I've been looking for...<br />Don't know where to begin...<br />We've been talkin'...<br />Not enough...<br />But when we talk the things,I just love it... <br />When I see him and the way we talk... <br />There is this vibe between us that I don't want to stop... <br />So original and so deep... <br />This guy is just like me... <br /><br />Let's try something... <br />Let's try to be together... <br />Maybe wrong choice of words... <br />I just want time together... <br />Who knows, maybe we will... <br />Maybe we will really like each other... <br />Give me a chance... <br />Maybe I'll change your mind forever... <br />I think you need someone... <br />Like me to help you to... <br />Clear your mind way off stress... <br />And that's what I will do... <br />With my laughter, smile, crazy thoughts... <br />Who'd never knew... <br />That I'd end up really feeling you... <br /><br />He told me I was beautiful... <br />But what if he tells that to every girl he talks to... <br />Cause I'm not the only...<br />But actually I do wish that I could be... <br />He's what I've been lookin' for... <br />Like no other guy that I know... <br />Because he is so right... <br />I swear I think about him from morning til night... <br /><br /><br />He's got this hypnotizing smile... <br />That makes me stop and realize that he's good looking... <br />But that is not what attracted me or tacted me... <br />So fabulously matched me to him... <br />It was his style and persona... <br />How he does what he does... <br />His whole walk... <br />How he talks...<br />So maybe we should... <br />And we could... <br />Put all things aside...<br />Spend some time with each other... <br />Cos I'm feeling you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3075355052798788288?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-79131565714708390792007-01-30T09:42:00.000+08:002007-01-30T09:59:26.996+08:00I Don't KnowAll the questions in this mind...<br /><br />I have to find...<br /><br />I know everything have gone over the line...<br /><br />But,damn we ain't blind...<br /><br />We still have to find...<br /><br />The reason stored behind...<br /><br />In this body,soul and mind...<br /><br />Together,we see the sign...<br /><br />It's been like one of a kind...<br /><br />I still have got to find...<br /><br />The reasons that's left behind...<br /><br />~Farah~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-7913156571470839079?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-89014922136356445532007-01-29T11:47:00.000+08:002007-01-29T12:07:25.454+08:00Everything have been said..It's too late...I called you my soulmate...<br /><br />You have been the one I've rate...<br /><br />But,I guess its too late...<br /><br />To call you my mate...<br /><br />I guess it's all fate...<br /><br />Things happen as said...<br /><br />I cried myself to bed...<br /><br />It's all been made...<br /><br />To be having this up in my head...<br /><br />It's all been said...<br /><br />God have it all laid...<br /><br />I've tried pulling you with my bait...<br /><br />But it's all dead...<br /><br />This is what I hate...<br /><br />This is the things that's been paid...<br /><br />Fuck it,mate...<br /><br />I'm gone cos it's too late...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-8901492213635644553?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-75411837773561651182007-01-29T11:41:00.000+08:002007-02-01T13:38:14.337+08:00Fate,Faith,Fuck it...When I pack my bags and leave…<br /><br />You know it's no vacation…<br /><br />I have to go…<br /><br />I have to leave…<br /><br />I'm not the one for you…<br /><br />This is fate…<br /><br />We can see it…<br /><br />Now that it's clear…<br /><br />Now, that I'm gone…<br /><br />Leave you as you wish…<br /><br />You will be happy…<br /><br />You know I have been foolish…<br /><br />But, not anymore…<br /><br />I can't keep doing the things I do…<br /><br />It's all the desire that…<br /><br />Keeps my pride's burning…<br /><br />Who's going to be there for me…<br /><br />Not you…<br /><br />You are not there…<br /><br />When the time comes when I'm really down on my knees…<br /><br />Considering what you have done for me…<br /><br />But…<br /><br />I don't know…<br /><br />My mind's been playing with me…<br /><br />This ain't right…<br /><br />You make me think twice…<br /><br />I don't get you…<br /><br />You don't get me too…<br /><br />I hurt you…<br /><br />You hurt me too…<br /><br />I don't know…<br /><br />These 3 letter words kills me deeper…<br /><br />But…<br /><br />It's too late…<br /><br />I'm gone,mate…<br /><br />You said it again…<br /><br />I'm speechless…<br /><br />I'll let it be…<br /><br />I'm not doing anything anymore…<br /><br />A girl got to do what a girl's got to do…<br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-7541183777356165118?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-67575862422204803522007-01-29T09:58:00.000+08:002007-01-29T10:53:47.314+08:00:-X ..Speechless.. :-XI'm speechless...<br /><br />Speechless to the core...<br /><br />I'm numb...<br /><br />It happened again...<br /><br />I'd rather be quiet...<br /><br />Let it take control of me...<br /><br />I'm not myself...<br /><br />But,this is the best I could handle...<br /><br />I'm speechless...<br /><br />U said it again...<br /><br />I'm gonna end it this round...<br /><br />I thought wrong all along...<br /><br />In the end...<br /><br />All I've got is Me,Myself & I...<br /><br />I will do nothing...<br /><br />I'll just sit by the sidewalk...<br /><br />Looking at the passing vehicles...<br /><br />With the thoughts lingering in me...<br /><br />Tumbling...<br /><br />Corrupting me...<br /><br />I'd rather stay away...<br /><br />I'm not gonna stay...<br /><br />I'll make this my last one...<br /><br />I'll stand by myself...<br /><br />I will be strong...<br /><br />I think I've walked far enough and I'm not turning back...<br /><br />Although,I've reached the end of the road...<br /><br />I will just stay there...<br /><br />Fill myself with plain memories...<br /><br />I'm foolish...<br /><br />I should'nt be doing the things I do...<br /><br />I don't even know what I'm thinking...<br /><br />I don't know...<br /><br />Now it's over...<br /><br />You said all the things you say...<br /><br />I understand you...<br /><br />Not really...<br /><br />I'm feeling it now...<br /><br />Cause all I know...<br /><br />I'm not turning back again...<br /><br />Eventhough I saw the sign there...<br /><br />I don't belong here...<br /><br />I just know it now...<br /><br />I will let it be...<br /><br />I don't need any explanation...<br /><br />Cause it happen too many times...<br /><br />I've learned a lot from what I've seen...<br /><br />Too much...<br /><br />I'm not falling apart...<br /><br />I've been foolish to trust what you've said...<br /><br />Foolish...<br /><br />When,I have the strength to pack my bags and go...<br /><br />You make me come back <br /><br />And now you make my tears flow...<br /><br />I won't let it happen again...<br /><br />I will do my best...<br /><br />I'm not falling apart...<br /><br />I'm not missing you either...<br /><br />I'm not tripping...<br /><br />I'm just letting it be...<br /><br />You just don't know me well enough for you to blame me...<br /><br />I will be fine...<br /><br />I don't know you either...<br /><br />How you don't know me...<br /><br />We've gone too far in a fast pace...<br /><br />We run...<br /><br />We jump...<br /><br />We never walk,hand in hand before...<br /><br />We've gone way too fast...<br /><br />For us...<br /><br />To handle...<br /><br />Just want you to know...<br /><br />This is not any lyrics...<br /><br />I'm saying these...<br /><br />In my own words...<br /><br />I'm speechless...<br /><br /><br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6757586242220480352?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-82262463336878308552007-01-27T12:18:00.000+08:002007-01-27T12:41:43.140+08:00I'm SorryWhen I do the things I do ...<br /><br />I feel bad...<br /><br />I can't sleep,kept thinking of you last night...<br /><br />I shouldn't have done this...<br /><br />How I wish I could turn back the hands of time...<br /><br />I know you love me...and I do too...<br /><br />I should have been brave enough to face all these...<br /><br />I should'nt be doing this after I've seen the love you had for me...<br /><br />Sorry...<br /><br />I promise I will be there,by your side...<br /><br />I will be strong for you...<br /><br />I promise I will...<br /><br />Thank you for being you..don't stop doing the things you do...<br /><br />I Love You, Baby...<br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-8226246333687830855?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-60842456616988342772007-01-26T09:58:00.002+08:002007-01-26T11:23:38.912+08:00When I watch this screen..I got to confess<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rblz8ZEZxbI/AAAAAAAAACs/lsy3PqRH6aQ/s1600-h/blogged1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rblz8ZEZxbI/AAAAAAAAACs/lsy3PqRH6aQ/s320/blogged1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024174340667196850" /></a><br />Sitting on the stairway<br />Hoping that your ok<br />Waiting patiently for you to come back to me<br />What should I do<br />I dont mind the waiting<br />As long as there's still maybe<br />A possilbilty, for you to be true to me<br />I'll be sitting, on the stairway, till a quater till two<br />With nothing to do baby<br />But twiddle my thumbs and wait for you<br /><br />Killing time, waiting on you<br />What should I do?<br />I'll be sitting here waiting for you<br /><br />Look inside the mirror<br />I hope that you see clearer<br />Look behind you<br />And you will find me<br />I'm part of you,baby<br />The love I have Im saving<br />I'll be there for you<br />Just like I said I'll be<br /><br />Baby when you come back down<br />Go home and get the love you found in me<br />I know that your gonna take time<br />But remember Im by your side<br />Dont worry Im down for you<br />No matter what you're going through<br />I'll be there,just for you..<br /><br />But....<br /><br />I'm a human too..<br />Who needs loving just like you do..<br />When the time comes when someone's here to snatch me away from you..<br />What am I to do..<br />I need loving like how you do..<br />But,all you think I do is to hurt you..<br />Breaking your heart and leave you for someone new..<br />You have to know me,after what I've been through..<br />I need some loving like how you do..<br /><br />He swoop me,snatching me away..<br />When all the time,I've been keeping myself at bay..<br />Everytime I think of you as I lay..<br />Can't even stop this thought of you, even when's the clouds grey..<br /><br />Now that I'm gone..<br />You have decide to take this throne..<br />You can't bear being alone..<br />Call me on my phone..<br />Telling me how you want to take me home..<br /><br />Don't get me wrong..<br />How I wish I could turn this to a song..<br />Even when I say goodbye and so long..<br />I've been waiting for you too long..<br />It's time I need someone to guide me through this wrong..<br /><br />Maybe he can stick with me, or maybe he will be gone..<br />I know it's all fate creeping up this bone..<br />I know one day I will be alone..<br /><br />When the day really comes for me..<br />I don't know how I will be..<br />Maybe I'll cry,or maybe smile with glee..<br />This is just life ,how a relationship should be..<br />But,one day I'm sure you will see..<br />That's the love I had for you is nothing free..<br />It roams my heart and it ain't funny..<br />Today that I'm gone and decides to let you be..<br />Do have a nice day,and remember this baby..<br />In my heart, is where you'll always be..<br /><br />Yours Truly,<br /><br />Farah<br /><br /><br />Is this some kind of joke..oh man..time just flies too fast..for us to see..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6084245661698834277?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-32606796807606206442007-01-24T16:35:00.000+08:002007-01-24T16:47:19.350+08:00Remember...Remember the first day when I saw your face <br />Remember the first day when you smiled at me <br />You stepped to me and then you said to me <br />I was the woman you dreamed about <br /><br />Remember the first day when you called my house <br />Remember the first day when you took me out <br />We had butterflies although we tried to hide <br />And we both had a beautiful night <br /><br />The way we held each others hand <br />The way we talked <br />The way we laughed <br />It felt so good to fall in love<br />I knew right then and there you were the one <br /><br />I know that he loves me cause he told me so <br />I know that he loves me cause his feelings show <br /><br />When he stares at me you see he cares for me <br />You see how he is so deep in love <br /><br />I know that he loves me cause its obvious <br />I know that he loves me cause it's me he trust <br />And he's missing me if he's not kissing me <br />And when he looks at me, his brown eyes tells it all<br /><br />Remember the first day, the first day we kissed <br />Remember the first day we had an argument <br />We apologized and then we compromised <br />And we haven't argued since <br /><br />Remember the first day we stopped playing games <br />Remember the first day you fell in love with me <br />It felt so good for you to say those words <br />Cause I felt the same way too <br /><br />I'm so happy, so happy that you're in my life <br />And baby now that you're a part of me <br />You showed me, <br />Showed me the true meaning of love <br />And i know he loves me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-3260679680760620644?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-66007476007859751392007-01-24T11:04:00.000+08:002007-01-24T16:59:10.886+08:00The sickening moments in my lifeThe No. 1 sickening moments in my life is...*drum rolls*<br /><br /><br /><br />........<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />..............<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />....................<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />............................<br /><br /><br /><br />ATTENDING FUCKING MEETINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />These are pix taken by my colleague when I was attending meetings..cos I asked her to...Just to update this blog..for you guys...enough of heart wrenching writings and all...<br /><br /><br /><br />Check this out ya'll..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I JUST HATE IT COS IT....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RbbeUJEZxVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KJTwBsdlGuw/s1600-h/blog5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023446871991502162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RbbeUJEZxVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KJTwBsdlGuw/s320/blog5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />~Kills Me~<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RbbeIpEZxUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FvRnpoHxz4M/s1600-h/blog4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023446674423006530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RbbeIpEZxUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FvRnpoHxz4M/s320/blog4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />~But,I still have to LISTEN UP or I'M FIRED!!~<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rbbd8ZEZxTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cduk2Nvwl9A/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023446463969609010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rbbd8ZEZxTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cduk2Nvwl9A/s320/blog3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />~This is what I brought with me when I attend meetings..IMPORTANT stuffs here is not the organizer but the MP3~<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RbbdypEZxSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/18Lgwol2J6E/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023446296465884450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/RbbdypEZxSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/18Lgwol2J6E/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />~I have to Relax..Stay Cool..Remind myself not to SCREAM!!!~<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rbbdm5EZxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TSzhvQCGwGE/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023446094602421522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TCVj2WIoRvA/Rbbdm5EZxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TSzhvQCGwGE/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />~Happiness fills me when the FUCKING meetings end~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6600747600785975139?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-5451863892344123342007-01-23T10:14:00.000+08:002007-01-23T11:37:39.788+08:00I MISS YOU<strong>Moanday</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Tearsday</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Wasteday</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Thirstday</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Frightday</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Shatterday</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Sadday</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-545186389234412334?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-65498667414899420652007-01-22T09:34:00.000+08:002007-01-22T10:41:25.813+08:00If Only..If only I knew...<br /><br />I would be there for you...<br /><br />I would not do the things I do...now..<br /><br />I would be there for you...I'm sure..<br /><br />But,I didn't know anything bout your heart...<br /><br />Till that day, when you stand up for me like u never did before..<br /><br />All this while...after the breakup..I never see the love from you...<br /><br />In my eyes,I knew you had stopped loving me...<br /><br />Didn't know if the love I had for you was appreciated...<br /><br />I didn't know it, till that particular day...<br /><br />All the while...<br /><br />I feel abused...<br /><br />I feel used...<br /><br />I'm bruised...<br /><br />My heart's crushed when you said that you not taking me back in your heart..it's locked..<br /><br />The phobia you had...<br /><br />I give up...<br /><br />Walking with my head down low...<br /><br />When I think of you,I was reminded of the pain I put you through...<br /><br />Nothing could ever describe the regrets I had...<br /><br />That's why,I called you..I want to make things right again...<br /><br />But no chance were given and...I have to force myself to be strong...walking with my head low again..<br /><br />The love still there lingering in this heart of mine...<br /><br />And thats the reason why I never leave...completely...<br /><br />The past....the memories of us...the tears we shed and the laughter we had...<br /><br />All you ever think of me...<br /><br />That I could never change...<br /><br />You think all I do is to get mad at you...<br /><br />You never know me and the feelings inside me...<br /><br />You think all I do is breaking your heart..<br /><br />You think all I do is to hurt you..to stab you with my words..<br /><br />You thought wrong..I'm a woman with this FUCKING temper..that I try to dump..with huge attempt..till now..I needed time for that...<br /><br />But,when you told me that you are not using me...<br /><br />I didn't trust you,cos you never show it till that DAY...<br /><br />All along,I take everything in from what I see...<br /><br />And..all of a sudden your love came tumbling down for me...gushing like the blood thru thy veins..<br />When...<br /><br />When I have someone new...<br /><br />When I decides to leave and moved on...<br /><br />When I decides to put a fullstop to this hurting pride...<br /><br />When I decides to erase the question marks I always had in mind doubting your love...<br /><br />Why must it be after I met him?<br /><br />Why can't it be earlier?<br /><br />Why can't you show me the love you had before he did?<br /><br />Why didn't you think of all consequences of losing me?<br /><br />You know it...I'm just a human who needs loving...<br /><br />I'm the girl who needs someone to grab my face and tell me that he loves me..<br /><br />I'm the girl who needs someone to show me that he loves me for me and not for his satisfaction...<br /><br />I'm the girl who needs to be pampered like how you used to do me...<br /><br />I'm the girl who needs someone to tell her whats is in his mind,heart and his soul...<br /><br />Why must you shower me with your love now and not then?<br /><br />Why now baby?<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />U think I was strong..I could erase you that easy...<br /><br />U are damn wrong..cos I never show you..my weakness point...<br /><br />U will never see me cry...U will never see me fall apart...<br /><br />Right at this moment...when I'm updating this blog here...<br /><br />I began to see it clearer...<br /><br />EVERYTHING WAY MUCH CLEARER NOW...<br /><br />That we are not meant to be together...<br /><br />And we never can hold each others hand tighter..<br /><br />Leading one another...<br /><br />To the path where we can be together..<br /><br />Like cupids and lover..<br /><br />I'm not mad at you..<br /><br />I don't hold grudge with you...<br /><br />I'm not dissing you...<br /><br />I'm not blaming you either...<br /><br />I just wish I could turn back the hands of time...slapped you in your face to make you realise...<br /><br />That you need me in your life..make u realise..see everything and take me back in your arms...<br /><br />Right now...I miss you...<br /><br />How I wish..<br /><br />You are strong..like what u said...<br /><br />If you want it,you will get it...<br /><br />Snatch me from whoever might blocked your way...<br /><br />But..I think you don't bother..<br /><br />To try harder...<br /><br />For this someone whom you called your LOVER...<br /><br /><br />~Farah~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-6549866741489942065?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1169268329499581022007-01-20T12:16:00.000+08:002007-01-20T12:58:30.826+08:00943I showed you to my new place<br /><br />How you see the excitement in my face<br /><br />This is no disgrace<br /><br />Its the moment I always wanted to chase<br /><br />The 1st one to be stepping into this place<br /><br />With my hand in his arm,we share the pace<br /><br />We spend the night<br /><br />Feeling its all right<br /><br />Cos i know it..with all might<br /><br />I'm sure its the night<br /><br />Where the love we had for one another be so right<br /><br />You so cool,always making me tight..*grin<br /><br />We feel the flow<br /><br />We rock it slow<br /><br />You make me blow<br /><br />*Kaboom*<br /><br />You make me glow<br /><br />Diminish my sorrow<br /><br />I know you hate it with the tears in my eyes..<br /><br />Missing my boys..and where the hurt lies..<br /><br />You comfort me..<br /><br />You hold me..<br /><br />You told me..<br /><br />It's gonna be alright as long you r here with me..<br /><br />I appreciate you..<br /><br />I respected you..<br /><br />I wish I knew you..<br /><br />Before..When my schools due..<br /><br />You make me smile<br /><br />You gave me the courage to go the mile<br /><br />I should have wrote this in a paper and keep it in a file<br /><br />But I choose to keep it in my heart way down inside<br /><br />The time we spent on each others arm<br /><br />You make me ring the alarm<br /><br />You know it we did no harm<br /><br />With your crazy charm<br /><br />You trying to make me come<br /><br />Im so into you,like how I love Haagen Daz Raisins & Rum<br /><br />Baby,Let me say this again<br /><br />I'm your real number one fan<br /><br />I always want you to be my man<br /><br />Hold me tight we go thru this bend<br /><br />All these pains we could ammend<br /><br />You are the angel whom God have send<br /><br />You,young baby..will always be my man<br /><br /><br />Everlasting Love I Had For Ya,<br /><br />~Farah~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116926832949958102?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1169266387229812182007-01-20T11:30:00.000+08:002007-01-20T12:13:07.570+08:00943You pick me up,I got shocked<br /><br />I need that<br /><br />Becos of my ankle,I cant walk<br /><br />Head over to your new crib<br /><br />It was nice,beautiful<br /><br />Makes me daze<br /><br />Feeling like newly weds<br /><br />Having a new place<br /><br />It was great from what I see<br /><br />When you open the door with your new key<br /><br />When I reach for your lips<br /><br />I give you a kiss<br /><br />Had a few giggles<br /><br />When I showed you my album<br /><br />Might have shock you <br /><br />With those fats in the bump<br /><br />Let you dig my pass<br /><br />And my loved ones<br /><br />They stay in my heart<br /><br />Like how you does<br /><br />Watch you showered<br /><br />I know you are not comfortable<br /><br />But, no worries girl<br /><br />Your body is lovable<br /><br />Can't resist to touch you,<br /><br />French you,<br /><br />To feel you,<br /><br />To taste you and hold you tight and never let go<br /><br />Love it when you lick me down below<br /><br />Change your momentum from fast to slow<br /><br />Baby,I'm feeling your flow<br /><br />I bet you already know<br /><br />From my eyes when it glow<br /><br />Oh, baby I can never get enough of you though..<br /><br />Thank lord for reading my prayers..<br /><br />He send me an angel that is so voluptous<br /><br />I'm thankful not only she's gorgeous<br /><br />She got other criteria but her No. 1 is her kindness<br /><br />I'm feeling you,Farah<br /><br />~DZ~<br /><br />20th January 2007<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116926638722981218?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1168925767056417972007-01-16T13:22:00.000+08:002007-01-16T13:36:07.066+08:00Clubs,diamonds & dubs..One Guy...<br /><br />One Smile..<br /><br />One Word..<br /><br />One Kiss..<br /><br />One Move..<br /><br />One LOVE..<br /><br />This is all I get from you..<br /><br />And U got me hooked..<br /><br />I'm so in love with you..<br /><br />Been to ur crib..<br /><br />Been to the club with you..<br /><br />Meet ur mates,ur homies..<br /><br />Everyone in ur hood..<br /><br />Those thugs looking at me..Like "WOW"..<br /><br />And everyone who's checking on me got none..<br /><br />And baby when u came up to me..<br /><br />With the word u said,"Woah,Momma.."<br /><br />With your damn slick move..u hold my hand and we moved the crowd..<br /><br />Our move make it look like the dancefloor ours..<br /><br />You put them bling on my neck..<br /><br />You wanna give me a ride home..<br /><br />You wanna walk me to my hood..<br /><br />I text you..saying Thank You..<br /><br />And all I do now is.. I'm feeling you..<br /><br />Oh man..Now I've got you..What more can I do..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116892576705641797?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1167903241860324112007-01-04T17:31:00.000+08:002007-01-04T17:34:01.860+08:00Let me explain what u mean to me..but..I know you can't read my previous updates..It's ok..Forget it then..<br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116790324186032411?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1167903012208787372007-01-04T17:26:00.000+08:002007-01-04T17:30:12.220+08:00For The One Who Decides To Go..私はすべての私の中心との前に愛する。私はあなたのための事すべてをする。私はあなたのための私の生命の人を減少する。考えることを有すればsurrender.You に私のlife.I から考える消えたいと思う、完全に消えるほしいことをそれから言う。私はanyway.I のまわりの2 人の子供があり、私がそれを3 才であるようにあなたを持つ未熟な人員を必要としない。<br /><br />彼は私がほしいと思うback.I は否stranded.It's okay.I は私のfriend.May fine.Take の心配あなたがあなたがdo.Bye のBYE に選ぶすべての事の幸福を見つけるであることを半分のway.You が私を残すこの当惑の私と私にyou.But があるので歩く言った。<br /> <br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116790301220878737?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1167794538919464212007-01-03T10:50:00.000+08:002007-01-03T11:29:05.083+08:00Friend Or FoeFor the guy who was in Moscow now..I missed you..CHEERS!<br /><br />For the guy who wants to back out from my life..CHEERS!<br /><br />For the guys who wants more than being a friend..CHEERS!<br /><br />For the guy who hurts me more and more and only put the blame on me..CHEERS!<br /><br />For the guy who makes me wonder if he loves me or if he's using me..CHEERS!<br /><br />For the guys that makes me stronger day by day..CHEERS!<br /><br />For the guy that I want..I missed so much..CHEERS!<br /><br />This new year..will bring a new era for me..<br /><br />The heartache..the pain..the woes..the exclamation..the comma..the question mark..<br />I guess it's time for me to put a FULLSTOP to it.. <br />to give my life a clearer view for the path ahead..L<br />et's start a new peace..make it right this time for this brand new fresh from the oven.. presenting.. <br />*drum rolls*..<br />"2007!!!"<br /><br />Life has been tragic in the past..<br />too painful to reminisce the times..<br />too beautiful to be reminded..<br />too scarred from the past..<br />the NUMB..everything..<br />The A-Z of my past..<br />The history of my life..<br />The soundtracks of my life..<br />The blood on my dancefloor..<br />The rhythm of my trauma..<br />It's all in the past..<br /><br />Today..the fresh new beginning..is about to happen..<br />Introducing gleaming gold roses with a scent of beauty indulgence..<br />Even seductions still lingers in me..<br />theres no way I wld take the wrong path again..<br /><br />The guys who are here,mentioned as above..<br />who are here to read this diary of happenings in my life..<br />Thank you and I take this opportunity to congratulate u for being someone..<br />so daring enough to try and sneak into my life..<br /><br />You know yourself..If u r the one who makes me smile..keep being there for me..stay where u r..theres more to come..and for those who hurts me and decides to back out after going through miseries with me..do back out..<br />Thank you..<br /><br />Your honoured,<br /><br />Farah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116779453891946421?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1166068798775908142006-12-14T11:26:00.000+08:002006-12-14T14:08:00.926+08:00Tattoo guys??..hmmmIf u see a guy in tattoo smiling back at u..<br /><br />Give him a piece of ur mind..<br /><br />Not ur phone number..<br /><br />and sooner it all makes sense..<br /><br />as to why it is..they said..<br /><br /><br />BUT..actuali its all not right..<br /><br />tattoo..is a significant of their life..or maybe their past..their own mark of their lives..<br /><br />My daddy got a huge one at his back..<br /><br />But..he's the One I look up to cos of his affection..<br /><br />No substitute to the Love he had for us..<br /><br />NO SUBSTITUTE..<br /><br />I have all the things in the world when he's around..<br /><br />EVERYTHING..<br /><br />1 brother I had..a body full of it..<br /><br />cared for me..took care of me..<br /><br />Give me the Love I always want from a brother..<br /><br />Be there for me..<br /><br /><br /><br />The people I had in this life..tattooed..the permanent arts they bring with them..printed onto their skin..<br /><br />brings the WORLD to me..prints A* grades L.O.V.E for me..<br /><br />One friend I knew..tattooed too..<br />Makes me smile non-stop..<br />Have the mind I never knew a guy cld have..<br />I never even know any guys in this world with this mind b4..i cld say it today..<br />His filling me up with his L.O.V.E too..like no ther guys cld give me..not even sumone I'd love before..<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/1600/482474/t7.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/320/900502/t7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Baby,this one for u.. U there? Thanks for being U..<br /><br /><br />P/S:As U know..L.O.V.E can do wonders..its not only abt getting into bed..<br />Love-making?nah..not tat<br />L.O.V.E is more than that..makes the world go round..What will the world be without this 4 letter word..back to sex..and without this 4 letter too,wat is making love..its gonna be F.U.C.K..ahakz n wen i mention L.O.V.E..its not abt the boyfriend girlfriend relationship thingy..LOVE is love..not only u hv love wen u r in a relationship..u have L.O.V.E wen sumone gave u this feeling of being loved.Tats wat i call Love..some real Mary J Blige Love n not monkey ones..<br /><br />**But then again..not all guys with tattoos..have the so-called thing that I like..<br />Just don't judge a book by it's cover<br /><br />**************************************************************<br />I call these tattoed guys with real positive quality in them..The Guys With Attitude in my life, an ATTITUDEE..hmm...U'll always be my SOLDIER..<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />Ur Daughter<br /><br />Ur Sister<br /><br />Ur Friend,<br /><br />XXFarahXX<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116606879877590814?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1166066286218477752006-12-14T11:13:00.000+08:002006-12-14T11:18:06.230+08:00L.O.V.ELove is blooming..<br /><br />Blossom Love..<br /><br />Head over heels..<br /><br />This 4 words..<br /><br />L.O.V.E<br /><br />L-Legacy<br />O-Orient<br />V-Victorious<br />E-Excitement<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116606628621847775?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1164430993332476932006-11-25T12:58:00.000+08:002006-11-25T13:07:23.690+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/1600/748301/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/320/541691/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/1600/495730/00.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/320/654431/00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/1600/183420/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/320/962083/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/1600/935610/afiq.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/320/151584/afiq.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/1600/713512/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/320/876600/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/1600/559342/fred.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/320/1472/fred.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116443099333247693?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1164429128441959332006-11-25T12:16:00.000+08:002006-11-25T12:58:48.443+08:00Thank You<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3558/896/1600/90990/collage9.jpg"></a><br /><em>For being you...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For your words...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For making me smile...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For your time...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For your courage in wanting to lift me up...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For your presence...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For accepting me...<strong>my negativity</strong>...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For your care...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For your concern...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For being a shoulder...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For being so close in my heart,even we are far apart...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For being there wherever I might need you...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For promising that U will be there for me without fail...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For promising U would guide me...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I am so lucky..to find u..till today...u make me smile..don't stop doing that..</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>C u again..soon...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>P/S: But first,lets continue doing the things we do everyday..Its between U &amp; Me..</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Ur biggest no.1 fan,</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Farah</em><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116442912844195933?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1164428101933283562006-11-25T12:11:00.000+08:002006-11-25T12:15:01.943+08:00To sumone who makes me smile every morning...<em>I really treasure ur presence...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>R u back?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I really need u at this point of time i'm updating this blog...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>See me soon..</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Ur greatest No.1 fan (u tynk u r a pop star or sumtynk?hehe)</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Farah</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116442810193328356?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1164084097801023032006-11-21T12:18:00.000+08:002006-11-21T12:57:18.186+08:00Soundtrack of my life<a onclick="Javascript:window.open('http://videopapa.com/codevideo.php?id=629','','toolbar=0,scrollbars=0,location=0,statusbar=0,menubar=0,resizable=0,width=360,height=550');" href="#">Ashanti - Foolish</a> (<span style="color:#cc0000;">Press for Song</span>)<br /><br /><em>See my days are cold without you<br />But Im hurtin while im with you<br />And though my heart cant take no more<br />I keep on running back to you<br /></em><br /><em>See my days are cold without you<br />But Im hurtin while im with you<br />And though my heart cant take no more<br />I keep on running back to you<br /></em><br /><em>Baby I dont know why you treat me so bad<br />You said you love me, no one above me<br />And I was all you had<br />And though my heart is eating for ya<br />I cant stop crying<br />I dont know how I allow you to treat me this way and still i stay<br /></em><br /><em>See my days are cold without you<br />But Im hurtin while im with you<br />And though my heart cant take no more<br />I keep on running back to you<br /><br />See my days are cold without you<br />But I'm hurtin while im with you<br />And though my heart cant take no more<br />I keep on running back to you<br /><br />Baby I dont know why you wanna do me wrong<br />See when Im home, Im all alone<br />And you are always gone<br />And boy, you know I really love you<br />I cant deny<br />I cant see how you could bring me to so many tears after all these years<br /><br />See my days are cold without you<br />But Im hurtin while im with you<br />And though my heart can't take no more<br />I keep on running back to you<br />See my days are cold without you<br />But Im hurtin while im with you<br />And though my heart cant take no more<br />I keep on running back to you<br /><br />I trusted you, I trusted you<br />So sad, so sad what love will make you do<br />All the things that we accept<br />Be the things that we regret<br /><br />See, when I get the strength to leave<br />You always tell me that you need me<br />And Im weak cause I believe you<br />And Im mad because I love you<br />So I stop and think that maybe<br />You can learn to appreciate me<br />Then it all remains the same that<br />You aint never gonna change<br /><br />Baby why you hurt me leave me and desert me<br />Boy I gave you all my heart<br />And all you do is tear it up<br />Looking out my window<br />Knowing that I should go<br />Even when I pack my bags<br />This something always hold me back</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116408409780102303?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1164082041754634022006-11-21T11:51:00.000+08:002006-11-21T12:07:21.823+08:0021/11/06- (Tuesday)I feel better today...<br /><br />Had a good rest ...<br /><br />Life's messy...<br /><br />But I'm fine...<br /><br />Clearing the mess...<br /><br />Keeping up with my passing days...<br /><br />Favian...<br /><br />Frederic...<br /><br />So fine...<br /><br />I have to be stronger than this...<br /><br />Much..Much..stronger..for them...<br /><br />They need me more than anyone else cld ever did...<br /><br />This is the time...I cld show them I am here for them..<br /><br />Thank you for those who lift me up...<br /><br />My wandering soul is back with me...<br /><br />Thanks for not giving up hope on me...<br /><br />I appreciate that...<br /><br />Time will tell...<br /><br />I will be better soon...Much better<br /><br />I will smile...<br /><br />I won't have to keep my heads low...<br /><br />Keep telling myself...<br /><br />I can do this...<br /><br />And I know I can...<br /><br />A Breakup Is Just Another Wake Up Call...<br /><br />Yup...Learn from it...<br /><br />Wake up!!!<br /><br />Hey..I'm awake...thanks for that call...<br /><br />LOL...<br /><br />Eventhough, I will miss U like a child misses their blanket...I know I'm doing the right thing..<br /><br />So...<br /><br />Here I am...<br /><br />Ditto...<br /><br /><br />Farah Frediazsen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116408204175463402?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1163995982401395252006-11-20T11:45:00.000+08:002006-11-20T12:16:29.630+08:0020/11/2006 - MondayMorning Madness...<br /><br />Exhaustion... <br /><br />Tension and troubled mind...<br /><br />Loneliness ...<br /><br />The thought of U...<br /><br />The thought of losing U...<br /><br />I can't bear...<br /><br />How hurtful it is to be with you...<br /><br />I have been strong enough to endure it with overflowing tears and endless pain...<br /><br />To leave U as desired...<br /><br />Is to suffer more..to feel these hot tears flowing again...desperates for its stop...<br /><br />Now that I realised...that NO ONE ever know me like how U do...<br /><br />We hurt each other too much...We need a break from all these...<br /><br />Deep inside my heart...<br /><br />I just know that U r the only one who ever gave me the real thing...<br /><br />We lived in each others life...<br /><br />We decides to make it 'temporary'...<br /><br />We decides to leave this cold world behind...and proceed to a colder one...<br /><br />We should have changed for the better...<br /><br />Make it work for one another...<br /><br />But, we aren't strong enough...<br /><br />Lack of motivation...to do so...<br /><br />U know U need me... and I know I need U...<br /><br />After I've been into another world, trying to smile again...<br /><br />I realised...this new world it's not the same...like our world...<br /><br />No one could hold me like you can...<br /><br />No one could look into my eyes like U can...<br /><br />No one makes me feel loved again...like U can....<br /><br />No one could hurt me like U can...<br /><br />No one can be there for me like U can...<br /><br />No one can make me go mad like U can...<br /><br />and I know I will miss everything bout U...<br /><br /><br />My Mind, My Body and My Soul...<br /><br />says...<br /><br />"U need a rest..U need to smile and feel the glory of this earth once again..."<br /><br />"U don't deserve these aches..."<br /><br />"U tend to overlook what life have brought U.."<br /><br />But then again..I realise..I love challenges..the tougher it gets..the more I want it..<br /><br />I need U, U and only U..In my life..I want U to save me..but it's too late...<br /><br />I realise something..In relationship..we shouldn't give up...and put everything aside...never give up...help one another...to be strong...to change for the better...<br />which we never did...how I really wish I could turn back the hands of time...because..all my life...all I ever need is...YOU.<br /><br /><br />In My Own Words,<br /><br />Farah<br />20.11.2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116399598240139525?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1163994309800148742006-11-20T11:31:00.000+08:002006-11-20T11:45:09.873+08:00Been Thru Hell & Heaven With YouBeautiful...<br /><br />Disastrous...<br /><br />Near to perfection...<br /><br />Lack of Satisfaction...<br /><br />Incomplete...<br /><br />So complete...<br /><br />Plain simple...<br /><br />Complications...<br /><br />Sweetness...<br /><br />Bitterness...<br /><br />Smiles...<br /><br />Tears...<br /><br />Endless Road...<br /><br />Maze...<br /><br />These are L.O.V.E<br /><br />Take it or Leave it...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116399430980014874?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1163389600875222042006-11-13T11:44:00.000+08:002006-11-21T12:48:10.353+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/Image(314).0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/Image%28314%29.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>This time..I'm still here..by your side..</em></div><div align="center"><em>Still here for you...when U ever feel down..</em></div><div align="center"><em>Still here to drench those tears...</em></div><div align="center"><em>Still here to hear ur pain...ur sorrows...</em></div><div align="center"><em>Still here to share those smile..</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>But when the time comes...</em></div><div align="center"><em>I'm no longer there..</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>No longer around to soothe the pain...</em></div><div align="center"><em>To wipe those tears...</em></div><div align="center"><em>To hear those words...</em></div><div align="center"><em>To share those smiles..those happiness...</em></div><div align="center"><em>Those sadness...the moment of ur life...</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>U wish u could turn back time..</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>U wish u could help me clear this mess..</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>U wish u could undo my pain..</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>U wish u could fix this broken heart..</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>U wish u could put this shattered dreams of us together again..</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>But sweetheart..wishes..cant be granted by genies..by fairies....</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>It's just a dream in reality..of regrets...we dream of it..but we live in it..</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Still keeping myself at bay,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Farah<br /></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116338960087522204?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1162605615979454262006-11-04T09:59:00.000+08:002006-11-04T10:00:15.983+08:00~Booster~..hmmm<div align="left"><strong>I'm stressed at work..busy with all sort of things..<br /></strong>I will need to talk about this.. to my boss..maybe he would agree..</div><div align="left">I will need to plan out nicely on some <strong><em>booster</em></strong> to keep us going everyday so we will continue to serve with A* grade in our work.. YES!... and I should bring this drawing of the so-called '<em>booster</em>' in for him to see ..I hope he would find this plan of mine <strong>GOOD</strong> & I'm sure it might work for all employees in this project department..</div><div align="left">....especially <strong>ME...</strong><br /><br /><br />so here it is....<br /><br />.........<br /><br />........<br /><br />.........<br /><br />........<br /><br />.........<br /><br />........<br /><br />.........<br /><br />........<br /><br />..........<br /></div><div align="left">........</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">..........</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">........</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">..........</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">........</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">...........</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/vodka.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/vodka.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116260561597945426?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1162605486452171252006-11-04T09:58:00.000+08:002006-11-04T09:58:06.453+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/guys.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/guys.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116260548645217125?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1161851473482365792006-10-26T16:29:00.000+08:002006-10-26T16:31:13.490+08:00~Spelling Is NOT Important ~i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.<br /><br />The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. <br /><br />The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm.<br /><br />Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.<br /><br />Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116185147348236579?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1160112574931256002006-10-06T13:23:00.000+08:002006-10-06T13:29:34.940+08:00Here some jokes 4 u..<br /><br /><br /><br />Man comes home, finds his wife with his friend in bed. He shoots his friend to death.<br />Wife says "If you behave like this, you will lose ALL your friends".<br />=========== ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br />Small Boy wrote to Santa Claus," send me a brother"<br />Santa wrote back, "SEND ME YOUR MOTHER"<br />============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br />What is the definition of Mistress?<br />Someone between the Mister and Mattress<br />============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br />Husband asks , "Do u know the meaning of WIFE??<br />"Without Information Fighting Everytime"<br />Wife replies," No, It means , "With Idiot For Ever !!!"<br />============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br />Three Feelings: What's the difference between stress, tension and panic?<br />Stress is when wife is pregnant,<br />Tension is when girlfriend is pregnant,<br />and Panic is when both are pregnant.<br />============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br />Teacher: u know the importance of period?<br />Kid: Ya, once my sister said she has missed one, my mom fainted, dad got heart attack & our driver ran away.<br />============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br />Why did they stop printing Pamela Anderson stamps in the U.S?<br />B'coz people started licking the wrong side.<br />============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br />Women asked man who is traveling with six children, all these kids are urs??<br />No, I work in a condom factory & these are customer complaints.<br />============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br />Two men met while both where looking for their lost wives.<br />1st: How urs look like?<br />2nd: She is 5"7, 36-24-36, Fair, Black eyes. Wat abt urs?<br />1st: Forget mine. Lets find urs!!<br />============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br />Sons asks difference between confidence and confidential Dad says, you are my son, im confident.<br />ur friend also my son, that's confidential!<br />============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br />Mother to her teenage daughter: I think this is the right time we should talk about sex. Daughter (Excitingly) : Sure mom, tell me what do you want to know.<br />Mother Faints..<br /><br />============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==<br /><br /><br />errrrr...that's all for today....GO ON!! Do the things that U r suppose to do..stop sitting and scrolling for more..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116011257493125600?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1160111937102892012006-10-06T13:16:00.000+08:002006-10-06T13:18:57.103+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/helmet.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/helmet.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-116011193710289201?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1158660300428430542006-09-19T18:02:00.000+08:002006-09-19T18:05:00.430+08:00Memories..<div align="center"><br /><em>Have you ever heard a song from long ago with so many memories tied to it that it made you cry? </em></div><div align="center"><em>And didn't you wish that you could go back into that time when everything seemed so much simpler and carefree? </em></div><div align="center"><em>Those are the songs that are the soundtracks of our lives...the ones that bring back childhood memories, best friends, first loves, first heartbreaks, the memories.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Every man's memory is his private literature. </em></div><div align="center"><em>We do not remember days; we remember moments. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>But, sweetheart..remember this : The past is never dead, it is not even past. Those are the memories that I kept with me, in mind, heart and soul..till the day I heave my last breath. I will miss you... coz ...I am a miser of my memories of you..And will not spend them.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Urs truly, Farah </em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-115866030042843054?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1158033980502013472006-09-12T11:55:00.000+08:002006-09-12T12:06:20.513+08:00Mould me with your 2 hands..<br /><br />Make me smile with your words..<br /><br />Make me understood..<br /><br />Make me see with your light..<br /><br />Make me walk with your guidance...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-115803398050201347?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1157701003776700472006-09-08T15:34:00.000+08:002006-09-08T15:36:43.776+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/1.4.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/1.4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/2.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/2.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/3.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/3.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/4.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/4.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/5.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/5.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-115770100377670047?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1157700823847102092006-09-08T15:25:00.000+08:002006-09-08T15:33:43.860+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/6.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/6.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/7.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/7.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/8.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/9.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/10.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/10.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/11.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/11.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-115770082384710209?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1157693416887774002006-09-08T13:22:00.000+08:002006-09-08T13:30:16.900+08:00Love Me?<div align="center"><em>This thing called love, that we search for all our lives. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>This thing called love, that we can't live without. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>This thing called love, that we die for. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>What in the world is it? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>You may be quite surprised to know that there is very little real true love in this world, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and much of the expressed love, </em></div><div align="center"><em>upon closer examination, </em></div><div align="center"><em>is nothing more than a selfishness being displayed. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To want another to be happy, truly happy, with or without you...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To trust another's love and not need to have it out of some control...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To truly trust a partner, without needing to know of their comings and goings...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To love because of want instead of need...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>For a relationship to be based in any control situation, </em></div><div align="center"><em>whether physical or emotional or mental...is not real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To have someone stay with you out of guilt, pity or fear...is not real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To have someone with you because it makes YOU feel good...is not real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To be with someone because it makes THEM feel good...is not real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>If love MUST have a promise or guarantee of tomorrow, it is not real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Real love is shared in the present without the need to think of "next." </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>It is the giving of one's self to make another happy,the joy of sharing the NOW. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>We can't force love to give or to be given. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Love is nature at work. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>We live in a non-verbal world, and yet we make it so hard in our lives because of our need to have words and meanings to everything. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Life has no meaning beyond itself, love has no meaning beyond itself, and the need to label and define these things is the element that destroys the "nature" of it. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>For a couple to be together out of want is the ideal. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>What if couples, EACH and EVERY morning had to renew their vows, make a TRUTHFUL decision BEFORE the day began to remain together, a TRULY free choice. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>How many would be together today? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>In life, we SHOULD examine our situations in this light and act accordingly because people who become unhappy with one another can have it turn into a very destructive force in a short time if they but "pretend" and go through "role-playing" in their relationships. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Being honest and truthful with ourself is where LOVE begins. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Most can't do that, and they remain in situations involving another; thus, we have TWO lives being controlled in dishonesty. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Is it any wonder, from this point, why people resort to denial and escapeism to get through their day? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Are people living a lie, happy with themself, and how can they give happiness to another? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Do people really communicate in honesty, or is it only so much lip service? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>What do we expect from ourselves? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>What do others expect from us? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Is a bad relationship BETTER than being alone? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Should people who are unable to communicate stay together? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Do two wrongs make a right? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Do two negatives make a positive? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>And yet, the word SELFISH will enter strongly into this subject. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>If you stay in a relationship because YOU are AFRAID to leave, for ANY reason, it is selfish.</em></div><div align="center"><em> Staying for LESS than the right reason, if you stay in a relationship because you feel sorry, out of guilt, out of pity, you are being CONTROLLED and allowing someone to be selfish about YOUR life. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>A key issue, and fairly important, LIFE...TIME. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To be able to offer yourself, your all, to each and every person that you encounter in your life, without question...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To not have to draw any boundries or limits on what you would be willing to offer a stranger...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To accept and trust each and every person until they give you a reason not to...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To want to help everyone to be happy...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To give everyone your love and your time and your energy...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Love, REAL love, is not something said, but it is what is done. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To reach out and touch...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To care about a stranger and talk to them...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To offer your friendship and to be there for everyone...is real love. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>How much real love do you know? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>To be at peace with yourself...is real love.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Urs,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Farah</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-115769341688777400?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1157692900808054792006-09-08T13:20:00.000+08:002006-09-08T13:21:40.823+08:00<div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em> </div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em> </div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></em> </div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Love is not finding someone to live with,</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">It's finding someone,</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">You can't live without...</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-115769290080805479?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1156921749834175682006-08-30T15:08:00.000+08:002006-08-30T15:09:09.853+08:00Di saat aku bakal di talqin kan<br /><br />Assalamualaikum wr wb..<br /><br />Semoga kita insaf dan menjadi ia satu pengajaran. InsyaAllah... Hari berganti hari.<br />Keadaanku semakin tenat. Tubuhku terkaku seperti Mayat di atas katil di salah sebuah hospital yang aku sendiri tidak tahu mengapa aku di tempatkan disini.<br /><br />Sebelum tu, yang aku ingat aku sedang memandu kereta ayah,lalu bertembung dengan lori balak.Tapi selepas itu aku tidak ingat apa-apa.Pandanganku kabur. Tidak dapat ku pastikan siapa orang-orang yang berada di sekelilingku.<br /><br />Aku terasa dada ku teramat berat dan bahagian pinggangku sudah tidak berasa apa-apa lagi. Derita sungguh. Nafasku sesak. Tiba-tiba tanganku di pegang kuat."Mengucap sayang....mengucap........Asyhaduallailahaillallah........."ucapan itu di bisikkan ke telingaku di sertai dengan tangisan. Itu suara ibu. Manusia yang pernah mendodoikan daku semasa kecil, manusia yang pernah menyuapkan nasi ke dalam mulutku, manusia yang pernah memberi susunya serta yang pernah merotanku kerana degil.<br /><br /> "Bagaimana dengan keadaannya doktor?" Aku amati suara itu. Pasti itu suara abang.<br />Mungkin abang baru sampai. "Tenat",jawab doktor dengan ringkas. "Itu kata doktor bang, jangan berserah kepada takdir sahaja. Kita perlu usaha".<br /><br />Sudah seminggu aku terlantar di wad ini, kenapa baru sekarang abang menjengah?<br /><br />Datang lah ke sini, aku ingin berbicara denganmu. datanglah.....<br /><br />Tapi mataku.......semakin gelap. Adakah aku sudah buta?Tidak!!!! Aku tidak mahu buta. Aku masih ingin melihat dunia ini. "Sabarlah dik, banyak-banyak ingatkan Allah."<br /><br />Abangkah yang bersuara itu? Apa yang aku tanggung ini tidak semudah yang kau lafazkan,abang. Tolonglah adikmu ini.Tolong bukakan mataku. "Tekanan darahnya amat rendah". sayup sayap kedengaran suara doktor. Kedengaran juga ibu menangis teresak-esak.<br /><br />Ibu,kau hanya mampu menangis. Saja dan bila tiba saatnya,kita akan berpisah. Tapi,ibu.....aku tidak mahu berpisah denganmu. Tolonglah ibu,selamatkan lah daku. "Yassin......".bacaan yassin terngiyang-ngiyang di telingaku. Aku tahu itu suara abang.Tetapi kenapa aku di perdengarkan dengan suara itu??? Apakah aku sudah menghampiri maut???????Aku takut!!!!!!! Sedetik lagi sakaratul maut datang. Sedetik lagi izrail datang. Sedetik lagi malaikat maut datang.Aku di ambang sakaratul maut...... Aku semakin tegang dan semakin sendat nafas di dada.Ketika itu,aku tidak ingat apa-apa lagi. Aku tidak kenal sesiapa di sekelilingku.Tapi yang pastinya sekarang, aku berdepan dengan sakaratul maut. "Tolong ibu,tolonglah aku, aku takut". Tapi rintihan ku tidak di pedulikan.Apa mereka semua sudah pekak? Aku di lambung resah,gelisah dan penuh kesah. Keluhan dan rintihan "Panas,dahaga,haus,panas........".tapi tiada siapa pun yang peduli Nenekku datang,"Nenek...........". <br /><br />"Kau dahaga cu,kau lapar cu,mahu air??Ini gelas penuh air madu,kalau cucu mahu masuk syurga,minum air ini".<br /><br /> "Ibu......". Ibuku datang, Ibu menggoyangkan buah susunya." Ini ibumu. Air susu ini membesarkanmu, nak. Buangkan islam, matilah dalam agama yahudi." Ayah.......kau datang ayah......."Matilah dalam agama yahudi anakku. Matilah dalam agama nasrani. Itulah agama yang membantu kau masuk ke syurga". "Nenek....ibu.....ayah......suara kau kah tadi??<br /><br />Kenapa kau berubah laku?? Atau suara syaitan yang ingin memurtadkan aku??<br /><br />"Mengucap sayang,mengucap.Asyhaduallailahaillallah......".Ucapan itu di ajukan sekali lagi ke telingaku. Itu suara ibu. Tapi lidahku sudah menjadi kelu. Manusia-manusia berjubah hitam datang.<br /><br /> "Mari ikut kami". manusia-manusia berjubah hijau datang membawa bersamanya payung hijau, katanya"Mari ikut kami". Cahaya putih datang. <br /><br />Datang kilatan hitam. Datang sinaran kuning.Cahaya merah datang. "Apa ini,apa ini?.Akulah sakaratul maut.......!!!!!!". <br /><br />Kedinginan menjalar,merayap perlahan-lahan dari hujung kaki ke hujung rambut dan kini seluruh jasadku di selimuti sejuk dan kemudian datanglah malaikat maut di hujung kepalaku. "Hai jiwa yang keji, keluarlah dari kemurkaan Allah.......".Aku tersentak. Roh ku berselerak di dalam tubuhku. Lalu,innalillahi wainnailaihi rajiuun.... Malaikat-malaikat yang menunggu sesayup mata memandang dan menghemburlah bangkai yang sebusuk-busuknya. Tiba-tiba bau busuk menusuk ke hidungku,seperti bau sampah yang amat busuk.<br /><br /> "Apa yang busuk ni? Tak adakah orang yang mengangkat sampah hari ini? Ah,busuknya,hanyirnya,hancingnya......". "Assalamualaikum......".<br /> "Siapa yang memberi salam itu?".<br /> "Aku".<br /> "Kau siapa wahai pemuda???". Seorang lelaki tercegat di hadapan katilku.Aku tidak pernah melihat seseorang yang sehodoh, sekotor dan sebusuknya di dunia ini. Rambutnya yang tidak terurus,baju yang di pakai berlumut hijau,kuning,coklat dan entah apa-apa warna lagi,dari lubang hidung,telinganya dan mulutnya terdapat nanah dan darah pekat keluar.Tanpa dipedulikannya......jijik,loya,aku rasa........teramat loya melihatnya.<br /><br />"Kau tak kenal aku?". "Tidak,jawabku tegas.Mana mungkin aku kenal kau sehodoh dan sejijik ini". "Aku sahabatmu,kau yang membuat aku hari-hari". "Bohong!".Aku menjerit sekuat hati. Biar semua penghuni wad ini mendengarnya.<br /><br /> "Aku tak kenal engkau! Lebih baik kau pergi dari sini".<br /><br /> "Akulah amalanmu yang keji..........". Aku terdiam.Aku tidak mampu berkata apa-apa lagi.Ya! aku teringat kini,semuanya telah pernah ku dengar dan ku pelajari dulu. Segala dosa dan keburukan yang kita lakukan di dunia,akan di jelmakan dalam sebagai suatu makhluk yang teramat hodoh di hadapan kita di alam barzakh nanti. Oh Tuhan,aku banyak dosa.Aku memang lalai,cuai dan lupa dengan segala nikmat yang telah kau kurniakan. Solatku kerana kawan,dan bukannya ikhlas kerana Allah.Pergaulanku bebas, tak kenal muhrim ataupun tidak. Tapi itu semua telah berlalu dan dan sudah terlambat untuk bertaubat.Apa yang aku harus lakukan!!!!! Surah yassin yang abang pegang di letakkan di atas dahiku. Aku melihat Kak long dan kak ngah menangis.Aku juga lihat mata abah bengkak. Tiba-tiba badanku di sirami air. Air apa ini????? "Tolong....sejuk!!!! Kenapa air ini berbau air kapur barus. Tolong jangan tekan perutku dengan kuat,sakit!!!!Kenapa ramai orang melihat aku??? Aku malu.....malu.....malu......!!!!!!". Aku diusung ke suatu ruang. Aku lihat kain putih dibentangkan. Lalu diletakkannya aku di atas kain putih itu. Kapas di bubuh di celah-celah badanku. Lalu aku di bungkus satu demi satu dengan kain itu. "Nanti,tunggu!! Jangan bungkus aku. Kenapa kalian semua buat aku macam ini? Tolong rimas....panas........". Kemudian aku di letakkan di suatu sudut. Beberapa orang termasuk tok imam menyembahyangkanku. Kelihatan ayah dan abang berada di saf yang pertama. Tapi kenapa aku di sembahyangkan? Bukan kah aku boleh sembahyang sendiri? Aku teringat kata-kata ustazku dahulu. "Sembahyanglah kamu sebelum kamu disembahyangkan". Dan kini baru aku sedar aku sudah tidak mampu lagi untuk mengangkat takbir,ruku', sujud dan tahiyyat. Aku di angkat perlahan-lahan kemudian di letakkan di dalam kotak kayu. Kotak apa ini? "Aku di usung oleh enam orang termasuk ayah dan abang. Aku di usung setapak demi setapak". "Al-Fatihah!"Keengaran suara tok imam. Kelihatan ibu,kak long,kak ngah dan lain-lain mengekori di belakang.tapi kemana dia bawanya aku?".Nun jauh di sana,kelihatan tanah perkuburan kampungku. "Ke situkah aku dibawanya? Tolong turunkan aku,aku takut!!!!!!". Setibanya ditanah perkuburan,kelihatan satu liang yang bersaiz dengan jasadku. Beberapa tangan memegangku,dan aku di turunkan ke dalam liang itu. "Perlahan-lahan",aku terdengar suara tok imam memberitahu. "Tolong keluarkan aku dari sini!Aku seram!!!".Kini aku berada di dalam liang sedalam enam kaki.Sedikit demi sedikit pasir dan tanah menutupiku. "Tanah apa ini?". "Aduh sakitnya badanku di timbusi tanah". "Innalillahiwa innailaihi rajiuuun.......Dari Allah kita datang,dan kepada Allah jualah kita kembali". Kedengaran bacaan talking dari tok imam."Sesungguhnya mati itu benar alam barzakh itu benar,siratul mustaqim itu benar, syurga dan neraka itu juga benar........". Sayup sayap aku terdengar tok imam terus membaca talkin,tetapi makin .Lama makin hilang.Pandanganku makin lama,makin kabur dan terus tidak kelihatan.Tubuhku terasa telah di timbusi sedikit demi sedikit pasir dan tanah yang di lemparkan ke atasku.Terasa semakin gelap dan ......aku kini keseorangan..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-115692174983417568?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1156483801500266762006-08-25T13:24:00.000+08:002006-08-25T13:30:01.513+08:00Please Take Note!<div align="center"><br /><br /><strong>For The Bathroom Users:<br /></strong></div><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/1.3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/1.3.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center"><strong>For The Road Users:</strong></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/2.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/2.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center"><strong>For The Smokers:</strong></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/3.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/3.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center"><strong>For Visitors Of The Zoo:</strong></p><p><br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/4.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/4.1.jpg" border="0" /><p align="right"></a><br /><strong>~Farah~</strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-115648380150026676?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11179962.post-1156389639853553442006-08-24T11:06:00.000+08:002006-08-24T11:20:39.866+08:00~Lovin' You Always~<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/LOVE1.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/LOVE1.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>I love you not for what you are</em></div><div align="center"><em>but for what I am when I am with you...</em></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/LOVE3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/LOVE3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Love is the fairest flower</em></div><div align="center"><em>that blooms in God's Garden..</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/LOVE5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/LOVE5.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>If I know what love is,</em></div><div align="center"><em>It is because of you..</em><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/LOVE6.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/LOVE7.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/LOVE7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>If I'm out of time and I could pick one day, </em></div><div align="center"><em>one moment and keep it new, of all the days</em></div><div align="center"><em>I have lived, I would pick the day I met you...</em><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/1600/LOVE8.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/896/320/LOVE8.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>A life with love will have some thorns,</em></div><div align="center"><em>but a life without love will have no roses..</em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11179962-115638963985355344?l=ayusphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ayusphreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269165167610130291noreply@blogger.com