getting high on chocolate mint smoke.
yest me weewee and cassie had a sort of reunion dinner thingy of our own. went to al-majlis again and went into the air-con parlor*yay*, had food, and the other 2 turned into shameless cam-whore while i entertained my other thing. now i would put up pictures but am not so sure how so will have to wait till my brother gets home so he can teach me again. wait for it, it'll be..funny.
anyhow we had to go out of the nice comfy air-con place to have our sheesha and it went smthg like this:
waiter: so what flavour would you like?
me: what flavour do you have?
waiter: everything except grape
me: (ah ha! time to play him up a bit) so you have chocolate?
waiter: yep
me: wow!!
cassie: wow!!!
weewee: wow!!!!
so thats how we got smoking chocolate mint. next time i wanna ask if they have sardine or pasta or ice-cream flavour. 'everything except grape' after all hehz.
talked, laughed, planned, smoked. fun. have finally mastered the perfect art of enjoying the sheesha (though it makes my head feels wwweeeeaaalllyyyyyyy heavy). so time to move on and test for...operation white castle!
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there's a little africa cropping up in little india. that should be interesting. anyone wanna check it out with me?
confession of a really grumpy, annoyed, irritated, and a twinge of anger girl.
also add sad in that list.
i think that says for itself does it not? i would curse but i dont curse (conditioned reflex, thanx a lot feeebeeee =D). anyhow its not a gd example for my cousin especially since i've severely chastised her for cursing too much.
bottomline is i'm not a bundle of sunshine.
are you still considered a girl if you're leaving your teenhood like, really soon?
Occam's Razor.
occam's razor state that when there exist multiple explanations for some incident, the simplest one should be accepted.
somehow, that idea is not satisfying in itself.
savage.
today i had 2 piece chicken from kfc for lunch. as i was enjoying them, i realized how barbaric it actually is. an animal feasting on another animal's carcass. never mind that one is thinking and enlightened. i'll never eat chicken the same way again.
it seems that am slowly excluding all kinds of food in my diet. never mind that. let me continue telling the story of poor orpheus.
orpheus had lost euridyce forever because of the one rule that he had broken. grieving, he retreated to an isolated island, and spent his days mournfully strumming his lyre. one day, his mother, calliope (homer's muse) came to him. for the last time. she tried to reason with him, to tell him to continue living, and finally, to warn him that the bacchante (dionysus' beloved sisters of frenzy) were heading in his direction. orpheus cast all that aside, said his final farewell to his beloved mother, and remain as calliope left. the bright day grew dark, and a storm blew in, bringing with it the cries of the bacchante. it was horrifying. multitude of naked, wild women had arrived before him, covered with wine and dried blood. orpheus was offered to drink wine with them, make love to them, but he refused. the bacchante did not wait nor did they wish to be given anything. they took. and took orpheus they did. ripped, eaten raw, broken, blood splattered..that was what became of orpheus. i didnt tell you what exactly was the deal he made with teleute (Death) did i? she could show him the way to the Underworld but she could not take him. so beaten, ripped, eaten, orpheus was still alive. in the frenzy, his head was flung into the nearby river and he floated away, screaming for his one love, euridyce. orpheus landed on another island which housed the temple of Apollo. the waves washed him ashore and defeated, orpheus weeped. his father, oneiros(Dream) appeared before him. oneiros chastised his son for being foolish in throwing away 2 things that were his for sure; life, and death. oneiros also told him that he had visited the priests of the island in their dreams and they would find him and treat him well. all these while, orpheus was weeping and pleading to his father to help him to die. his father refused. oneiros picked up the decapitated head of his son, left it on a rock shelf and said his final goodbye. orpheus was left there, watching his father walked away, never once, turning back.the end.
tired is when
you sleep till the last possible minute even though you'll be horrific-ly late; your whole body's aching and you have panadols for breakfast; you want to sleep so much that all other needs are shut down, needs like food and drink; you have to persuade, cajole yourself to eat to keep up your energy level.
am tired.
let me tell you a story.
there was once a pair of lovers named eurydice and orpheus. orpheus loved his wife so much. unfortunately, this pair of lovers were separated when she died on their wedding day. orpheus refused to accept this and pleaded with his father, oneiros (Dream) to argue his case for him at the Underworld. but his father refused. orpheus then made a bargain with his aunt teluete (Death) to bring him down to the Underworld so he could fetch his bride back to the living. and she did. teluete showed him the way and as he journeyed, he encountered many interesting characters, some whom actually aided him on his journey. orpheus reached the Underworld, crossed the river of forgetfulness, and gained the audience of the Underworld king and queen, hades and his lovely wife, persephone. he sang them a ballad which caused them to concede to his wish as he was steering the Furies. hades would allow eurydice to live again under one rule. one condition. that on orpheus' journey back to the living world, he not speak nor look behind him for eurydice untill they reach the Living. orpheus left the Underworld with hades' laughter ringing in his ears. he kept silent and not once look back on his journey back. however, as he moved on, orpheus did not felt as if there was someone following him. as he saw the moonlight from the Living, orpheus was highly convinced that he had been the butt of hades' bad joke. he turned to look..and saw eurydice crying out his name as she's being pulled back into the Underworld because he had broken the rule. broken the rule few steps before they reached their destination. orpheus had lost eurydice forever.familiar story? can you tell me what can you learn from this story?
attack of the laughing belly button!
several notes to self:
-DO NOT pick a fight you cant win (specifically with someone bigger than you)
-next time you're heading to the beach, bring a jacket. or a sweater. or wear multiple layer of clothes.
-relax
-dont be too ambitious esp since you're out of shape a bit. remember the whole aching body thing.
-DO NOT bug someone bigger and stronger than you.
-bring insect repellent
-dont wear slippers to cycle!
-and always make sure you have ample time to get back home.
i thought of it as a long-term pw project at first. typical..*shakes head*
ah well..*smiles* have a good day ladies and gentlemen.
i think, therefore i am.
alas! a mind is a terrible thing to waste. but assaulted by numerous mundane, non stimulating media....*ominous continuous beeping sound*...i'm sorry, there's nothing we could do..your brain is..dead..
NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! *anguish wail*
is there nothing to be done? pump in the teaching of newton! pythogoras! descartes! shakespeare! marlowe! anything!!!
*silence*
oh well..now i can finally watch mindless reality tv without flinching,
said the masses.
no more masterpiece theater! *cheers*
ah well..
on a totally unrelated note, my grandmother makes a lousy spy. i have a new and elusive neighbour whom i've not seen since he moved in (though his 3 sons are hot!). visiting us one day, and hearing the keys being turned next door, my mom told her if you wanna see him go peek out of the door (which was wide opened anyway). so my grandmother did. stared at him and when he felt the staring and turned to look at her, she blurted,
"hey he's looking this way!"
sorry cia..gotta go look somewhere else.
the 7 stages of nurul's anger (mind you, never really passed 3)
1: annoyed - ignore the annoyance/ administer the look which i've perfected
2: very annoyed - cold shoulder
3: angry - narrowed glare with a sharp retort ready at the tip of my tongue
4: furious - unsheathe claws and poise to pounce
5: hopping mad - yell
6: raging red - throws a punch
7: the id is out - sorry, thats the end of you.
today am hovering around level 3 and 4.
i know there's lots of idiots in the world but i didnt know that so many of them are out to get me.
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how'd you like that? i do wish to study philosophy or read more philosophy. hehz love bio, cant live without maths..
but what can you do if you major in philosophy?
its a funny world out there if you know where to look.
put an old man, a scantily dressed caucasion lady and a girl who observes people in one lift and what do you get?
the old man stealing glances at the lady's exposed cleavage while the girl tries her damnadest not to laugh at him for being so perverted.
why are all the old males i come across lately feeling very frisky?
it's just not right ah kong.
to kill a were-rabbit, you need to use a golden bullet.
a golden bullet?
yes. 24-karat gold.
wallace and gromit movie
gush! gush!
it was a great saturday! went shopping with weewee (cassie abandoned us to look at computers sobz. i mean, what logic is that? look at computers instead of clothes?? and shoes??) anyhow, i finally spent my xmas present from leslie, and got more chocolates! and dark chocolate covered crepes which are absolutely gorgeous not to mention delicious! walked around ck tangs, picked up stuffs for my parents, met iskandar and got the whole first season of gilmore girls dvd from him! *cheers* so..JAREN! when art thou available to do a noble deed for three bee-you-tee-full damsels in distress? grinz
oh yeah, we found the place where they sell the fried mars bars in far east! unfortunately its too crowded so we settled for cakes at mccafe; orange praline with chocolate, dark chocolate with banana, and oreo cheesecake which, according to isk, has an identity crisis as it taste like a banana cake hehz.
gush time! a new gramaphone just opened at scotts and its.just.BRILLIANT! i got the robbie williams greatest hit album for....10 bucks! actually its 9.95. and a joni mitchell cd! the one in love actually! *cheers madly and hop up and down* now i've got somewhere else to hang out during lunch!
to sum up my really nice day, i met shafi, walked through esplanade and had dinner at the steps of oub builing (or is it uob? hmm..) t'was real nice staring at the lights dancing on the river surface, and would have been a great chill had it not been for.....
2 couples making out in front of us.
yep, no kidding. the guy was on the girls lap and they were hugging and kissing and tickling each other and goodness know what else. btw, we werent in any secluded area, we were at the seats along boat quay and there were the usual saturday crowds there.
the things people do for thrill eh? even when they're urm..of mature age. grinz. looks like viagra weally weally works!
anyhow, am glad my new year resolution is to not be taken in anymore by Shafi's Incredible Tales because i'd fail miserably.
oh yeah, naweera's got a new poke joke so watch out for it people!
ouch.
have you watched either saw or saw 2? then you'll know whats the ouch for. if you havent, its an extremely violent movie where people actually have to shed blood to stay alive. a LOT of blood.
ok, filter off the violence it's actually brings a fantastic message of appreciating your life and to do good instead of abusing your power in health. mind you, you have to filter off lots and lots of violence before you can really apprciate the movie.
maybe you're wondering why i'm talking abt this?
my brother got hold of saw 2 now and is playing it. i've already watched it. the thing is whether i want to watch it again. its gruesome, not a gd thing just before bedtime, but battle with the human fascination with death and gory...
oh yeah, in case anyone out there has any funny idea, I'M VERY HAPPY WITH MY LIFE, AM A GOOD GIRL, AND AM EXTREMELY GLAD TO BE ALIVE. thank you.
it really amaze me that humans can think up so many creative ways to snuff each other out..
its freezing it really is!
as such, it is a bad day to be me.
know what i feel like doing now? nothing much..just burst of sprints along east coast park. yep, i feel like
running!
OR
mebbe thats just the chocolates talking.
oh well..
a big big hugz for everyone!
you know what i heard today?
i heard that my cousin who had that big big 2 days wedding with all the distinguished guests and my teachers is.......PREGNANT! *gaaak* 3 months to be exact.
with this, and all my other observations, i realise that there is very very little chance of one being happily married for a couple of years before having kids. its like married, sex, bam! kids. i want it to be married, sex, sex, honeymoon, travel, fun, fun, fun, sex, more fun, then, reluctantly, kids. seems impossible. unless you cancel sex out all together. or use contraceptives. which is not encourage by religion. which means you cant really use them. which means, unless one of us is sterile, kids are bound to happen really soon instead of few years with my husband first.
ridiculous aint it?
then again, thats the most basic reason as to why we're here aint it? to pass on our genetic imprint to the next generation. though i really cant imagine having little nuruls running around. there'll be more competition for the chocolate supply in the world! which mean less for me! hah! thats the perfect reason NOT to have kids!
anyhow, if you're unfortunate enough to get pregnant in your first year of marriage, make sure you get your money's worth by bossing your hubby around, make really ridiculous demands and cravings, and if he protests, continue remind him that its his bloody fault in the first place.
hehz am evil but heck.
can i rent your kids next time?
my favouritest sound in the world..
is the sound of
takbir
on hari raya and hari raya eve.
it soothes one, let one feels overwhelming sense of love, compassion, and humble-ness to God. brings images of family, husband and wife, friends, neighbours..all with love for each other because, in one way or another, we're all brothers. brings hope, and the lines praising God makes one long to be with Him. and reminds us that, there is still good in this world yet.
islam IS a peaceful religion. ignore those morons who wage jihads in the name of God (more of in the name of Satan).
selamat hari raya haji everyone! remember to pet your sheeps ya?
a baby manatee is called a ....................
MINITEE!!
lolz thats my joke btw and i think its hilarious too!
zoo was fun albeit wet.
orientation night was ok, loud, no mass dance, themed retro, 6 ogs, met the teachers *yay! sukhi!*
check out the video of the mth! or its so called..in honor of orientation night, and anyway its a nice song...kelly clarkson's because of you!
enjoy ppl!!
you know what amaze me?
the part that i'm suddenly in contact with so many friends after almost a year of imperfect solitude..i think, feel, that 2006 is gonna be a really gd year..hopefully..thank you God.
my week so far..
from meet the girls on monday,
dinner at breeks with colleagues on tue
get paid for tuition on wed
found a sandman comic in the lib on thur
meeting jaren and the rest for a bit of orientation night tonight
zoo tmr!
good eh?
oh..did i mention that shafi and i got back together?
wait! ANNOUNCEMENT!!
in case you're as blur as me:
HARI RAYA HAJI is this coming TUE aka 10 jan! dont forget!
and *gosh why cant i enlarge the words??*
this year is......
............WORLD CUP YEAR!!!!
yay!!! germany'06!!!
my camera works perfectly!
ok i cant write captions cos i only see squiggles on the create post but it was LOVELY to see the girls again! wow! we've known and been together for like what, 6 years? thats an awful long time to know somebody! pity eli couldnt come, miss her lots! been with her since pri sch so have been frenz for like urm..13 years this year!! thats like more than half my life! and still love you babe! tho havent seen her for quite awhile..hmm..
one last pic! then i better go send them off before i get hammered..
well thats 2 but who cares? nitez everybody!
lazy days
my problem is i've too much on my mind to put it down anywhere, blog, paper..not that i think too much, usually i discourage such unless one is stuck in a highly mundane activity and desperately need smthg to keep one awake and not brain-dead.
so here's the thing..i find that anyone can talk to me, its a case of whether i'll let them or not..of cos being nice most year round i usually got my ear yakked off by troubled frenz, troubled moms and troubled people..not that its a problem per se, its pretty gd cos am trusted enough to be of counsel and to keep a secret. but the problem is..
what abt me?
like i've said, i've a 100 megahertz mind running on a 10 megahertz mouth/hands/any other form of communications.so its highly likely that if i approached you with a problem, its just the tip of an iceberg. not that i've ever let anyone go down that far of course.
i wish there's another of me who can really comprehend what i really try to say, and what's really going on in the unexplored terrain of my emotions. someone who i can talk to without having to say anything.
i came across smthg ten minutes ago. which left me in mixed feelings. no, mixed is not the word. inscrutible, or is it unscrutible? one of that. its a thing that brings back so many things. whats been said, what people's said, bits and pieces of what i've felt, all floating randomly..with me floating with them. among them. a thing which confuses me greatly, saying no, and i dont know at every turn.
for someone turning 20 in four mths time, why is it that i cant fig this out? then again, who's to say we really know whats gd for us? choose between what we really want and whats gd for us? certainly not me.
i should stop this. looking for an excuse, seeing it as an excuse. its really inexcusable.
on a much brighter note, my eye is much better, well at least its not as painful. and a really nice meeting with my darling girls tmr too. cant wait. dinner at swensen's with colleague on tue. getting paid for tuition on wed. hopefully watching battle royale movie at jar's with weewee on sat. and pay on sunday! looks like a gd week eh? gd way to start the new year at least.
you know, i think ms lam was in a doozy when she scribbled that i've a natural ability for writing and expressing on my exam paper last year.
anyhow, have a gd year ahead ppl!
