Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.

I really have to watch this. I know I'll love this movie more than any other movies. If a genie pops up and offers to grant me one wish... I'd probably wish I was skinnier lah, what were you thinking? I'm not stupid. Why would I wish to be watching this movie right. A mere seven bucks can satiate my desire for this super cute meatballish affair!!!

Guess some things in life do come cheap. Like, movie tickets on weekdays. And maybe taugeh.

Let me just reiterate how deeply I believe in the fact that - Graphic designers will save the world; after Rock and Roll kinda failed to, since such music don't really appeal to everyone (esp me). You see uh, who in the world can resist awesome movies with great effects, right?!

EPIPHANY

i've decided to learn how to cycle on my twentieth birthday.

i've concluded that not being able to balance on a bike actually has reprecussions on the other aspects of my life. how can i expect to have a balanced anything if i cannot balance myself on something so primitive and basic - like the bycicle??

if you want to be part of my little history (haha especially to Farah and Yanni), do join me, in my great leap of faith; happening soon!

aiyo yanni, i haven't seen your batang hidong in months and months :(

backspacing

I do not wait around for things to happen because:

1. I'm impatient
2. If I wait too long I'd have forgotten what it was that I wanted to happen
3. I really don't have the patience
4. The more I wait, the uglier I become and the lesser the chance of anything happening
5. Good things run out real fast and if you wait, you'll end up with things with frayed ends and holes.
6. Hmmm scrap that. Frayed ends and holes somehow appeal to me very much, cause I always think that I can perform a little D.I.Y and jazz it up a bit with my Nasirah-ness.
7. Only, I always fail.
8. So really, you see, I have a huge problem. I am the problem.

Kay I still have that paper to write. And very little time. And work tomorrow morning. Oh and most importantly, I have food to projectile vomit out right now. Goodnight.

P/S: I cannot wait to finally try out yoga next month. Hehe. I have this picture in mind, of a clam, meditating... and yup, you've guessed it. It's a truly happy clam!

Hello Mak Noor, greetings from Singapore!

Hello. This post is mainly for Mak Noor, to see our kebayas. Just not the same without you around :( You have been missed! And also, mama had to rush of to the Istana for some band performance so we went home around 12 noon. But we came back to Opah's house just in time to catch Kakak Ayang + family as well as Auntie Su and Pak Lang. But yes... not much time for our usual chitter chatter with the aunties uh since we only cabbed to Mayfair around 5 pm. Cause Najmah and I fell asleep. Hehh. Very very tired, for some reason. So we'll see you on Tuesday, hopefully!

I don't know why but this year, I'm very stressed out with the upcoming tests and assignments due next week. Feels worse than A's... why, i can't figure out either!

Oh and I caught the cold from Jay and company. Thanks for the scratchy throat and runny nose. Love you all. Happy eid.

P/S: I never wanna see or smell rendang ever again. And I lost only like, 300 grams? So much for my target of 7 kg! Must try exercise soon. Must remind self that walking from Bugis Mrt to school is not considered exercise (at least last time, from home to MI was kinda a "workout")

Everyday I...

1) Get jealous over the silliest things like, "Omg why are ugly people so happy??"

2) Think about whether or not I want to go for classes

3) Think about calling up my supervisor to quit work so i can focus on school

4) Think about how fun it is to work at FCUK and thus decides not to quit

5) Promise myself that I'll try harder, to be a good muslim girl.

6) Promise myself that I'll do twist-and-shape before bed

7) Contemplate trying to look on the bright side

8) Find myself feeling hopeless at the thought of getting hopeful about having my glass half full.

9) Laugh at things i cannot recall what about right after laughing

10) Love you less and less.

11) Love me less and less.

Oh anyway.

I wore kain batik to school. Haha. Felt primitive.



Oh and this, is my absolute fayyy-vourite photo of Zoe! With the baju and her eating with her hands... sho cuuuute! Haha you know who will go *pinch-pinch*

School minus woo-hoos.

I really suck at giving presentations. Paintings and sculptures are different. Not my usual cuppa. It's a whole lot harder to unpack, compared to blank verse, sonnets, odes and whathaveyous. Plus, I didn't have a pencil with me to help me annotate portions of the paintings as I go along.

And whatever research I've done beforehand seems to just shoot outta my head the moment I'm faced with the artwork.

You know what makes it harder? The fact that everybody else I know is just so comfortable and fantastic at it. It's a joy listening to them.

Hmmm how now can I skip the tour portion and stick to not being seen/heard?

Speaking of which there's a whole lot of essays begging to be done.

Equations that matter

You told me that:

“I’m nothing.” Therefore YOU = NOTHING.

Then you pointed out that:

“Nothing pleases you.”

Don’t you get it?

You are nothing and nothing pleases me.

We are made for each other.

I’ve proven this equation to be true. Don’t challenge logic.

Meh

I wish I'm at a place where I know no one. Maybe next year will be my
year? *dry laugh*

Thanks for screwing up my plans. Why don't you just fuck me in the ass
while you're at it and slit my throat after. At least my death will be
an event to talk about since my life's been mediocre waste (see, cause
it's not even a complete waste, neither is it futile like some other
persons')

Sent from my iPod, Lola Smokah

Archiving insecurites.

Jay asked me today (yes, with much flair), "NAS, you have soo many blogs?? Why?"

Yeah I have more than 4 known blogs and some unknown ones (yeah even to me, sometimes, cause I forget passwords and stuff) I know, psychotic much?

Truth be told, I always feel rather dumb when I write everything down on my blog, for all to see. That explains all the re-posting, vigorous editting, deleting, archiving and exporting all my entries in a frenzy.

Broccolee's the one thing I find so damn hard to let go off. Mainly cause I've met so many great people through blogging! Regardless of how fleeting, like over a few tag replies... or strangers turned friends/flings...

Without Broccolee/slushiepuss, I'd never have met Faiz Guy B (whose name fascinated me from the very start... who then led me to others like Diana, Nish and for awhile Abd - all of whom wrote very interesting material!) I'd never have gotten to know Brian a bit better... and Sheela, Theresa and others with similar shopping tastes and interests like Kate and her sister! Many delightful emails shared between us, eh? Plus of course, how can I forget Khai, right? Who gave me the best month of my life (followed by months of much sorrow and self loathe afterwards). Also, broccolee helped me stay in touch with people I met breifly abroad, like the Thai guy who recently emailed me to ask me if I knew of any places he could rent for his daughters who're studying here.

So yess, there's no way, I could just store all of it away on a separate blog and pretend that those archives belong to someone distant (regardless of how embarassing or hurtful certain entries are). They're all mine and thus, they have been restored to their proper home and place.

Anyway, I've just gotten myself a new obsession; reblogging on tumblr. Homg it's so awesome! No wonder Syida does it ;)

P/S: You see what I mean?? I overwrite and over-post on Broccolee.
P/P/S: We blew bubbles at Singapore Art Museum's courtyard today - THANKS ZOE!

To that somebody who still reads my archives which are currently situated at cluedowithclueless, thank you very much. Would love to know who you are and why you bother :)

To everybody else who doesn't know yet: if you've texted me and there aren't any replies... it's not because I'm being mean, it's because I've lost my hp since Sat afternoon at approx 5pm.

Okay that's about it then.

I like

I like colourful bags that never match but I'm afraid to buy them
I like lime flavoured everything but I don't wish to be as sour
I like walking on the beach at night but I'd rather it not be so dark
I like having things done my way but I don't want to come across as overly pushy

I like you but I don't want to be the one starting anything because you're just going to end everything.

I also like writing things I think I mean but do not mean to mean because sometimes confusion leaves me mean. Are you getting what I mean?

Hello there, September. We're already at the "-ber" stage of 2009. Exactly 4 months before the "-aries" begin all over again. I shan't expect anything except hopefully... awesome grades? AYE, VERY DIFFICULT!