I've got a sudden idea.
I want to document my life in writing. Who would want to read something that's all about me, right?
So no, I want to include all of you in. I want to write about the wonderful and interesting people I've met. It'll be such a waste not to, with the likes of AM3A, my bestest best friend who's watched me grow and my other bestest best friend who made me grow (in all sense of the word, sideways, up, and out).
Then there's the men i've dated. Men I've lost, men who are merely "ubusys". Men I think I kinda love. Men I've met while travelling, men I've worked with. Men who made me realise how much greater it is to be a woman.
I really want to do this. It'll be a project to work on.
So what do you think?
Haha I remembered us talking about this over coffee at Hotspot with John, Dora and Neeta and it'll be quite the story.
Sure, it won't be as raunchy, seeing that I am no party girl, but it'll be real. We've all got stories and it would be a great honour if you'd allow me to tell a little bit of yours in mine :)
Such glorious things should not remain unwritten. I'm not that much of a writer. But I'd like to start!
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So we were just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing at all. Well, not nothing, you can't do absolutely nothing can you? But doing something as good as nothing, chit-chatting. A most horrible pastime I must say. I detest it. I spend hours on end doing nothing but chit-chatting, smoking cigarettes and downing coffees. But we are off tangent now aren't we? This post should be about Nas. And Nas as we know her, too indulges in these earthly, pleasurable, waste-of-times.
Well, so we were sitting there. In 15minutes cafe. Right after class. We never listen in class. I'm sure Nas does not either. Yet right in the middle of probably, me saying something smart, Nas goes and does it. She pulls out a cigarette and in an air-conditioned cafe, promptly lights it. And as every Singaporean knows, this is a most heinous crime indeed!
And as everyone stares at Nasirah A.R. with the most amused look, she casually takes another puff before "OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!" and disappears faster than a puff of smoke out of the cafe.
This is the story of the day. The story of Nasirah, the girl whose brain, is sometimes not in its place.
<3 :D
So where do I start? Start at the beginning some would say. Well the beginning was some 8 years ago.
You'd think after 8 years I'd know this girl (or rather woman) we have all come to love (or love to hate on some occasions). But I barely do. This girl is a wonder; the eighth, I dare say.
What's my best memory with her? It was probably all those years ago when our skirts reached past our knees and our socks met them; when our hair looked worst then a mangy dog's. When she decided I was worthy of her brilliance. It was one of the numerous camps I attended and the few she graced. Her crying atop that low wall while I stood there just waiting while laughing my ass off because I shit you not that wall is low.
We never spoke for hours oon the phone like other girls did but she is a mind reader and a sayer. Frequently and almost always without fail coming to my (and probably your) aide with the simplest smart remark to make it all better.
This is for you. For having been there for me. And for choosing me. Sayang skali.
xoxo.
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