Snippets and cut-outs, inside & out.

Sometimes people ask me why I bother blogging so much.

Partially because I enjoy it, of course. But of late, i've realised that my main rationale for blogging is because I'm afraid. Life passes by so quickly and it scares me sometimes how some things can go unrecorded, without any witnesses. Sometimes witnesses can refuse to account for certain happenings. Or they may choose to re-write the story in a way that I personally dislike. So I'll write it my own way and remember it the way I deserve to. To forget is only human but it doesn't mean that the things you've forgotten are not worth remembering. It's not just events but my thoughts as well. My entries have become a testimony to who I am.

Why not write a journal, you ask, one that's safe from prying eyes? Because privacy will kick start the whole unfiltered thought process and we're all sad, lonely, people deep down. I'm not sure if I'm ready to find out just how sad I am.

Life is not my own symphony that I can conduct any way I please, as i've learnt. But I can write the music. Do join me and we'll play a piece together... or two, if you're staying a little longer.

I cannot sleep tonight. Thus I, Nasirah A.R, will do the most redundant thing ever - I'm watching my eyelashes grow! I've applied formulae that will hopefully turn me into a flirtatious, foxxay, eyelid batting seductress... like those on Moulin Rouge (actually I'm only referring to Nicole Kidman, humour me). Girls with long eyelashes always end up happily every after (oh cmon, look at Belle, Cinderella & Sleeping-fucking-beauty). And I want the real deal, not synthetic, if it's not too much to ask for, thankyouverymuch?