words inside my head
are not flowing to the fingers
i think it's blogger's block
an out of format haiku, by Nad.
who has had an empty head for days.
and would like her head to fill up again.
Monday, August 24, 2009
If you're bored
words inside my head
are not flowing to the fingers
i think it's blogger's block
an out of format haiku, by Nad.
who has had an empty head for days.
and would like her head to fill up again.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
The laxative effect
I just went for a shit. I know this doesn't seem like a very normal or appetizing opening for a blog post but bear with me, alright? It's what caused my need to go for a shit.
Okay, so after dear dear Zul called me to torture me with the succulent tunes of Kasabian at World Stage, I went youtube-ing Kasabian concerts. Yes, I know. Sedih tak dapat tengok live, tengok je lah kat small screen kan?
So there I was, dengan muka mcm ni >> T.T depan computer and then I felt this need. You know that feeling kan. The nak-pergi-launching feeling. Then I thought "Wow, I tengok sampai Kasabian sampai nak terberak ke? Duuuuuude, this is one powerful band".
And while I was "on the throne", as my dad calls it, I started thinking. Kasabian isn't the only thing that makes me wanna launch a few bombs. There's :
1) Walking into a big bookstore like MPH or Border's makes me feel the need. But it goes away after a while, usually when I don't find a good book. But when I DO find a good book, the feeling comes back again. Almost as if my rectum muscles are telling me "This will be a good book to read in the toilet. Buy buy buy!".
2) Around an hour after eating a double cheeseburger from McDonald's. This has been happening ever since I started eating double cheeseburgers when I was around 11. Nothing else on the McD menu has this effect on me. Its the burger.
3) After drinking 2 cokes. It's never one, or one and a half or three. It has to be 2.
4) Bila nak pergi dating berdua-duaan. Tak kisah la dengan siapa pun, when I'm on the way, my insides will be twisting and churning like snakes on steroids. My heart starts pumping extra blood, my palms start sweating and yes, I feel like going.
I wonder if I should go for an endoscopy. Is that the right test? What do you go for when you want to check your bowels?
Hmm, I don't think I want to know.
Okay, so after dear dear Zul called me to torture me with the succulent tunes of Kasabian at World Stage, I went youtube-ing Kasabian concerts. Yes, I know. Sedih tak dapat tengok live, tengok je lah kat small screen kan?
So there I was, dengan muka mcm ni >> T.T depan computer and then I felt this need. You know that feeling kan. The nak-pergi-launching feeling. Then I thought "Wow, I tengok sampai Kasabian sampai nak terberak ke? Duuuuuude, this is one powerful band".
And while I was "on the throne", as my dad calls it, I started thinking. Kasabian isn't the only thing that makes me wanna launch a few bombs. There's :
1) Walking into a big bookstore like MPH or Border's makes me feel the need. But it goes away after a while, usually when I don't find a good book. But when I DO find a good book, the feeling comes back again. Almost as if my rectum muscles are telling me "This will be a good book to read in the toilet. Buy buy buy!".
2) Around an hour after eating a double cheeseburger from McDonald's. This has been happening ever since I started eating double cheeseburgers when I was around 11. Nothing else on the McD menu has this effect on me. Its the burger.
3) After drinking 2 cokes. It's never one, or one and a half or three. It has to be 2.
4) Bila nak pergi dating berdua-duaan. Tak kisah la dengan siapa pun, when I'm on the way, my insides will be twisting and churning like snakes on steroids. My heart starts pumping extra blood, my palms start sweating and yes, I feel like going.
I wonder if I should go for an endoscopy. Is that the right test? What do you go for when you want to check your bowels?
Hmm, I don't think I want to know.
Where's my fairy godmother?
I WISH TO BE IN SUNWAY LAGOON RIGHT NOW.
I WISH TO BE WATCHING KASABIAN RIGHT NOW.
I WISH TO BE SCREAMING RIGHT NOW.
I WISH TO BE JUMPING UP AND DOWN LIKE A DRUNK MONKEY RIGHT NOW.
I WISH TO BE SWOONING OVER ANDY RIGHT NOW.
I WISH TO BE ABLE TO TELEPORT.
I WISH TO BE 18 AND OVER SPM.
*poof*
Well, whaddaya know? Wishes don't come true.
Monday, August 3, 2009
New shoes. Not.
WAHHHHH.
I am so stupid sometimes, it amazes me. In a dumb way.
Today, I went walking around Bangsar Village with my parents since we were in the neighborhood. Then on the way back to the car, we passed a Puma store.
Pass display window la. And there, in the display window were the most beautiful, awesome, cool, effing orgasmic pair of sneakers.
I tried looking for a picture online, but couldn't find one. World Wide Web my ass la.
Anyways, since I couldn't find any visuals, you're just going to have to go along with my long-winded description la.
They were/are:
1) very colorful. Dark red, yellow, purple all at the same time
2) low cut
3) painted
4) the design is sort of drawn by hand. The little holes where the laces poke in and out, those are little holes cut through and have little circles drawn to look like those metal holey things. But they're not metal, see?
5) beautiful.
I know the description doesn't sound exactly beautiful, but trust me. They outshine every sneaker I own right now. COMBINED.
And you know what I did? Precious ol' me. YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID? When my parents so generously offered to PAY for the sneakers seeing as they were 30% off? YOU KNOW WHAT I EFFIN' SAID?
"Don't want lah. Wasting your money."
Aiyooooo, of all times I choose to be economical. After that my dad and I went to some chokia artsy-fartsy scrapbook shop and I went and bought a lame but insanely expensive t-shirt showing a glass half empty/half full saying "Question Optimism". And it was 79 bloody ringgit.
Not that I didn't appreciate my dad belanja-ing me at that time. I was very grateful because it is a pretty cool t-shirt. But later, my mum told me that my dad payed for the t-shirt because he thought it was RM29 and not RM79. He wasn't wearing his reading glasses at that time. Regret really sank in that time, man.
So here I am, wallowing in my regret because when else am I going to be able to go down to Bangsar Village? When else am I going to find another pair of sneakers like that? When else are my parents going to be so generous as to OFFER to pay RM160 for a pair of Puma shoes for me? When? You tell me la. WHEN?
Never, okay. Never.
Sedihnya :(
I am so stupid sometimes, it amazes me. In a dumb way.
Today, I went walking around Bangsar Village with my parents since we were in the neighborhood. Then on the way back to the car, we passed a Puma store.
Pass display window la. And there, in the display window were the most beautiful, awesome, cool, effing orgasmic pair of sneakers.
I tried looking for a picture online, but couldn't find one. World Wide Web my ass la.
Anyways, since I couldn't find any visuals, you're just going to have to go along with my long-winded description la.
They were/are:
1) very colorful. Dark red, yellow, purple all at the same time
2) low cut
3) painted
4) the design is sort of drawn by hand. The little holes where the laces poke in and out, those are little holes cut through and have little circles drawn to look like those metal holey things. But they're not metal, see?
5) beautiful.
I know the description doesn't sound exactly beautiful, but trust me. They outshine every sneaker I own right now. COMBINED.
And you know what I did? Precious ol' me. YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID? When my parents so generously offered to PAY for the sneakers seeing as they were 30% off? YOU KNOW WHAT I EFFIN' SAID?
"Don't want lah. Wasting your money."
Aiyooooo, of all times I choose to be economical. After that my dad and I went to some chokia artsy-fartsy scrapbook shop and I went and bought a lame but insanely expensive t-shirt showing a glass half empty/half full saying "Question Optimism". And it was 79 bloody ringgit.
Not that I didn't appreciate my dad belanja-ing me at that time. I was very grateful because it is a pretty cool t-shirt. But later, my mum told me that my dad payed for the t-shirt because he thought it was RM29 and not RM79. He wasn't wearing his reading glasses at that time. Regret really sank in that time, man.
So here I am, wallowing in my regret because when else am I going to be able to go down to Bangsar Village? When else am I going to find another pair of sneakers like that? When else are my parents going to be so generous as to OFFER to pay RM160 for a pair of Puma shoes for me? When? You tell me la. WHEN?
Never, okay. Never.
Sedihnya :(
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Actualize
I think at some stage in life, we all go through this I-think-I'm-so-cool stage but in actual fact, we're as lame as can be.
Like in form 1, I thought it was cool to put a picture of a kitten with angel wings as my default picture in Friendster and name myself cAt_aNgeL. And hence, most of my seniors called me cat angel which I was kinda proud of at the time. Don't worry, at around form 3 I realized that it wasn't really a term of endearment.
And when I was around 11 and was still into Eminem, I had a poster of him right in front of my bed and woke up to his scowling face every single morning. I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. That poster was shortly replaced by an Orlando Bloom poster though, which is still kinda acceptable I think. I'm still pretty grateful that I wasn't that passionate about 50 cent. I mean Eminem is one thing, but imagine waking up to 50 cent. Dude.
I also went through the stage where I developed a slang. This was after one of my cousin's husbands cousin came to Malaysia and I spent about a week with her. My cousin's husband's cousin is, by the way, British. So naturally, she has a British accent. One which I tried to copy. I was 10 at that time. I also went through the catchphrase period. I kept saying 'how ... schweet' and said goodbye to people twice. Like 'I'm gonna go now. Byebye ... Byebye!'
DAMN, I was lame.
At least now I've gotten a pretty good identity. I'm not one of those retarded girlies who go around wearing pink and glitter 24/7 and tYpE liKe tHiS. I'm not one of those emo's who straighten their hair to get a fringe that can cover one eye. I'm not a hardcore junkie who mosh like possessed people at screamo gigs and go around advertising their love for sex and alcohol.
Yeah, I'm pretty satisfied with myself. I'm not bad looking, I dress myself well, I've got decent music in my library, the people I surround myself with also know who they are.
At least I've grown out of that I-think-I'm-so-cool stage and am not hanging in the middle.
Like in form 1, I thought it was cool to put a picture of a kitten with angel wings as my default picture in Friendster and name myself cAt_aNgeL. And hence, most of my seniors called me cat angel which I was kinda proud of at the time. Don't worry, at around form 3 I realized that it wasn't really a term of endearment.
And when I was around 11 and was still into Eminem, I had a poster of him right in front of my bed and woke up to his scowling face every single morning. I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. That poster was shortly replaced by an Orlando Bloom poster though, which is still kinda acceptable I think. I'm still pretty grateful that I wasn't that passionate about 50 cent. I mean Eminem is one thing, but imagine waking up to 50 cent. Dude.
I also went through the stage where I developed a slang. This was after one of my cousin's husbands cousin came to Malaysia and I spent about a week with her. My cousin's husband's cousin is, by the way, British. So naturally, she has a British accent. One which I tried to copy. I was 10 at that time. I also went through the catchphrase period. I kept saying 'how ... schweet' and said goodbye to people twice. Like 'I'm gonna go now. Byebye ... Byebye!'
DAMN, I was lame.
At least now I've gotten a pretty good identity. I'm not one of those retarded girlies who go around wearing pink and glitter 24/7 and tYpE liKe tHiS. I'm not one of those emo's who straighten their hair to get a fringe that can cover one eye. I'm not a hardcore junkie who mosh like possessed people at screamo gigs and go around advertising their love for sex and alcohol.
Yeah, I'm pretty satisfied with myself. I'm not bad looking, I dress myself well, I've got decent music in my library, the people I surround myself with also know who they are.
At least I've grown out of that I-think-I'm-so-cool stage and am not hanging in the middle.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
HELP
Well, I was partly wrong about today. I got the kick ass smart shithead part right, but they weren't kiasus or noobs. I was extremely grateful that I wasn't surrounded by nose-in-book studyheads and more heads-gone-somewhere-else kind of people. I like psychology students, they're psychotic in a way. Hahaha.
So, I shall give a somewhat full account of today, for my own benefit and for those who asked me but never got an answer because I am too lazy to type an SMS.
Let's see ... I went for breakfast at some mamak store which makes awesome mango lassi. I was going to order that but got a whacked on the head by my dad because he was afraid I would get diarrhoea in the middle of the competition. So, I ordered a coffee much to his surprise. Which I'm extremely thankful for because ...
At around 10, I had to sit through a THREE AND A HALF HOUR LECTURE. Yeah, that's around 210 minutes. Now, people who know me well enough would come to the simple conclusion that I must have fallen asleep halfway. Because that's what Nadia does, you see. But not this time. Through sheer determination and caffeine, I stayed awake for the full 210 minutes and took notes. See how dedicated I am at portraying the "I so deserve this bloody scholarship" image. But some knowledge must have seeped through my tiny brain because ...
After the lecture we had a quiz. It was more like KO rounds, because you had to take out 10 people in each round. So we started out with 30 people right, then 1st KO round, you take out 10 people and you're left with 20. Five minute break, 2nd KO round, you take out 10 and you're left with the final 10. And guess what! I made it into the final 10. Little ol' me, the kid from Kuantan among all the KL city kids, in the final 10. Whaddaya know? I beat 'cha Chinese city asses, suckaaa! Now, I'm not being racist here. From all my Chinese and Indian friends at school and tuition, you know I'm anything BUT racist. It's just that there were only 4 Malays in the top 30. So I was kinda smug to be one of the two left in the top 10. Okay?
Then there were the short answer questions. The KO rounds before were multiple choice, so you can kind of guess where I got my luck from, right? But obviously, I tersangkut at the short answer ones. Come on, man. Look at my exam papers and see my answers in the subjective papers. I talk pure bullshit when I don't know the answer. Ask my Sejarah teacher, she'll know how I bullshit my way through papers. So yes, the little ol' Kuantan girl got KO'ed at the final 10. How sad, let's all shed some tears for little ol' Kuantan girl.
On a happier note, I was glad to see that I didn't do too bad. I got 5th placing anyway, which is a pretty big deal, to me. 5th out of how many hundred applied. I got two insanely thick textbooks on psychology, a psychology dictionary (I didn't even know those existed), a pen, a notebook, a Schubert CD (I would have preferred a Kings of Leon or Radiohead, but you can't have everything) and a certificate. And I also met some awesome people. There's Ezza who an extremely sweet girl with an awesome family. Then there's Gwyneth who likes giving hugs to anybody she meets. There's also Justine who is so goddamn tall and thought my dad's name is Zulfeekee. There's also Mun Yee, whose name I thought was MONEY. And they're all Chinese kick ass smart shitheads. Except for Ezza, who's just a kick ass smart shithead, not Chinese.
So anyway, I don't feel so very Disappointed, Dejected and completely Down. I'm feeling Okay, Ordinary and nOrmal because I met nice people, proved to myself that I can survive long lectures, cemented my decision to do psychology and got lots of free stuff. Which is more of a gain, if you look at it that way.
And, that concludes the 9 o'clock news. Good night, everybody.
So, I shall give a somewhat full account of today, for my own benefit and for those who asked me but never got an answer because I am too lazy to type an SMS.
Let's see ... I went for breakfast at some mamak store which makes awesome mango lassi. I was going to order that but got a whacked on the head by my dad because he was afraid I would get diarrhoea in the middle of the competition. So, I ordered a coffee much to his surprise. Which I'm extremely thankful for because ...
At around 10, I had to sit through a THREE AND A HALF HOUR LECTURE. Yeah, that's around 210 minutes. Now, people who know me well enough would come to the simple conclusion that I must have fallen asleep halfway. Because that's what Nadia does, you see. But not this time. Through sheer determination and caffeine, I stayed awake for the full 210 minutes and took notes. See how dedicated I am at portraying the "I so deserve this bloody scholarship" image. But some knowledge must have seeped through my tiny brain because ...
After the lecture we had a quiz. It was more like KO rounds, because you had to take out 10 people in each round. So we started out with 30 people right, then 1st KO round, you take out 10 people and you're left with 20. Five minute break, 2nd KO round, you take out 10 and you're left with the final 10. And guess what! I made it into the final 10. Little ol' me, the kid from Kuantan among all the KL city kids, in the final 10. Whaddaya know? I beat 'cha Chinese city asses, suckaaa! Now, I'm not being racist here. From all my Chinese and Indian friends at school and tuition, you know I'm anything BUT racist. It's just that there were only 4 Malays in the top 30. So I was kinda smug to be one of the two left in the top 10. Okay?
Then there were the short answer questions. The KO rounds before were multiple choice, so you can kind of guess where I got my luck from, right? But obviously, I tersangkut at the short answer ones. Come on, man. Look at my exam papers and see my answers in the subjective papers. I talk pure bullshit when I don't know the answer. Ask my Sejarah teacher, she'll know how I bullshit my way through papers. So yes, the little ol' Kuantan girl got KO'ed at the final 10. How sad, let's all shed some tears for little ol' Kuantan girl.
On a happier note, I was glad to see that I didn't do too bad. I got 5th placing anyway, which is a pretty big deal, to me. 5th out of how many hundred applied. I got two insanely thick textbooks on psychology, a psychology dictionary (I didn't even know those existed), a pen, a notebook, a Schubert CD (I would have preferred a Kings of Leon or Radiohead, but you can't have everything) and a certificate. And I also met some awesome people. There's Ezza who an extremely sweet girl with an awesome family. Then there's Gwyneth who likes giving hugs to anybody she meets. There's also Justine who is so goddamn tall and thought my dad's name is Zulfeekee. There's also Mun Yee, whose name I thought was MONEY. And they're all Chinese kick ass smart shitheads. Except for Ezza, who's just a kick ass smart shithead, not Chinese.
So anyway, I don't feel so very Disappointed, Dejected and completely Down. I'm feeling Okay, Ordinary and nOrmal because I met nice people, proved to myself that I can survive long lectures, cemented my decision to do psychology and got lots of free stuff. Which is more of a gain, if you look at it that way.
And, that concludes the 9 o'clock news. Good night, everybody.
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