Saturday, June 23, 2007/2:46 PM
NO THIS WAS NOT A BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
haha. stupid blogger template. lalala.
haha. stupid blogger template. lalala.
/2:43 PM
hello, my name is namira nasir.
Two more days to school re-opening. And i can't wait.(hint note of sarcasm) I can't wait to see mr ong and mrs low.
But honestly, i have been really deprived of the visual and verbal display of my friends.(in other words, i can't wait to see and talk to my friends.) I really miss you guys. The only person i saw this holiday was syafiqah and that was just to photostat her amaths and literature hmrk. (oh yeah syafiqah? 3/6 and 3/7 amaths hmrk is different. Don't worry, i found mine. Thanks anyway darl.)
Okay, i hope i still see you in school guys.
Two more days to school re-opening. And i can't wait.(hint note of sarcasm) I can't wait to see mr ong and mrs low.
But honestly, i have been really deprived of the visual and verbal display of my friends.(in other words, i can't wait to see and talk to my friends.) I really miss you guys. The only person i saw this holiday was syafiqah and that was just to photostat her amaths and literature hmrk. (oh yeah syafiqah? 3/6 and 3/7 amaths hmrk is different. Don't worry, i found mine. Thanks anyway darl.)
Okay, i hope i still see you in school guys.
/2:18 PM
Hello citizens of singapore.
Sorry for not updating for a long time. I can't seem to find the time to actually go online with all the holiday fun, the holiday food and the holiday homework.
Ironically, i haven't finished my homework. I have yet to finish my literature, amaths and emaths, Isnt it obvious?
Okay, see you all in school.
Sorry for not updating for a long time. I can't seem to find the time to actually go online with all the holiday fun, the holiday food and the holiday homework.
Ironically, i haven't finished my homework. I have yet to finish my literature, amaths and emaths, Isnt it obvious?
Okay, see you all in school.
Sunday, June 10, 2007/1:21 PM
Happy birthday to my beloved DUANE!!! IT’S TEN JUNE, WEN JUN!!!!!!!
HAPPY FIFTEEN YEARS!!!
And to all who celebrate their birthday on this day,
Calimasale says Happy Birthday. This is your time to shine! Hopefully you have more to come. Happy birthday ten-juners!!!
/1:20 PM
Hey Everybody. Holiday FEVER!! I watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3 with my family!!!! It is hands down the best show in the entire universe. I know you hear Hulabagi saying EVERYTHING is the best thing in the universe. But me and maryam agree that we really mean it this time. We plan to watch it again with HULABAGI!!!! It is the best. You cannot continue living unless you watch this movie. Out of ten stars I give it twelve. No doubt have to watch it again. And I just have to say one thing:
I Love Jack Sparrow.
I love Johnny Depp’s character. He is so smart-mouthed it’s so irresistible! He is so hot. When he is swording (fighting with a sword), you just can’t take your eyes off him. I am very grateful because I was worried that Jack was going to fall in love in this movie. Thank god he didn’t. I tell you, if he did, none of the female population in the world would spend eight dollars to get heartbroken. I wouldn’t.
Oh yeah. Everybody watch out for TRANSFORMERS coming out late this June. I know you guys are thinking, ‘Why is namira asking us to watch stupid robots fight?’ But honestly, it takes place in america. It stars Shia Labeouf. I hope I spelled his name right. And that girl who acted as Carla Santini in Confessions of A Teenage drama Queen is the heroine.
Okay, so apparently, Shia’s character’s dad brings him to buy a car. SO the salesman said, ‘The driver does not choose the car, the car chooses the driver.’ and all that jazz, in a very serious voice. Then he stumbled across this yellow car… OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT?!! I’ll just paste the trailer at this blog OKAY? Because it’s a very long story and my hands are tired.
Watch out for it.
In Cinemas whenever in late june.
I Love Jack Sparrow.
I love Johnny Depp’s character. He is so smart-mouthed it’s so irresistible! He is so hot. When he is swording (fighting with a sword), you just can’t take your eyes off him. I am very grateful because I was worried that Jack was going to fall in love in this movie. Thank god he didn’t. I tell you, if he did, none of the female population in the world would spend eight dollars to get heartbroken. I wouldn’t.
Oh yeah. Everybody watch out for TRANSFORMERS coming out late this June. I know you guys are thinking, ‘Why is namira asking us to watch stupid robots fight?’ But honestly, it takes place in america. It stars Shia Labeouf. I hope I spelled his name right. And that girl who acted as Carla Santini in Confessions of A Teenage drama Queen is the heroine.
Okay, so apparently, Shia’s character’s dad brings him to buy a car. SO the salesman said, ‘The driver does not choose the car, the car chooses the driver.’ and all that jazz, in a very serious voice. Then he stumbled across this yellow car… OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT?!! I’ll just paste the trailer at this blog OKAY? Because it’s a very long story and my hands are tired.
Watch out for it.
In Cinemas whenever in late june.
/1:16 PM
Hellopeople.
Calimasale, this has been two fast weeks. I haven’t even finished my homework. Well, who has?
I went to Suntec City yesterday. And then, I went to the Cavana. Honestly, the one at White Sands is like 500 times better. The cheese sausage (suntec city) there is like $1.60 whereas the one at White Sands is like $1.50 only. And the one at White Sands is so much tastier! For one, it’s served hotter and there is more cheese inside. Okay, I’m not going on about the anatomy of a cheese sausage. But the funny thing was that at the shop, there was this wall picture you see. And the picture on the wall is like 20 or more chickens going to Cavana. As we all know, Cavana serves mostly chicken. So this mural could be implying two things.
1.These seed-brain chickens are going to be all cannibalistic and eat their own kind and species. Not knowing that when they order the red roast chicken rice set meal, they could be ordering for their brother to be roasted after being painted red with food colouring and to be served neatly on a plate with salad and gooey mushroom gravy.
or
2.These chickens KNOW that Cavana serves chicken. As we all know, chickens are very generous. SO, as part of their ‘contribution to society’ they willingy surrender themselves to be eaten. Thank you chickens,
Calimasale, this has been two fast weeks. I haven’t even finished my homework. Well, who has?
I went to Suntec City yesterday. And then, I went to the Cavana. Honestly, the one at White Sands is like 500 times better. The cheese sausage (suntec city) there is like $1.60 whereas the one at White Sands is like $1.50 only. And the one at White Sands is so much tastier! For one, it’s served hotter and there is more cheese inside. Okay, I’m not going on about the anatomy of a cheese sausage. But the funny thing was that at the shop, there was this wall picture you see. And the picture on the wall is like 20 or more chickens going to Cavana. As we all know, Cavana serves mostly chicken. So this mural could be implying two things.
1.These seed-brain chickens are going to be all cannibalistic and eat their own kind and species. Not knowing that when they order the red roast chicken rice set meal, they could be ordering for their brother to be roasted after being painted red with food colouring and to be served neatly on a plate with salad and gooey mushroom gravy.
or
2.These chickens KNOW that Cavana serves chicken. As we all know, chickens are very generous. SO, as part of their ‘contribution to society’ they willingy surrender themselves to be eaten. Thank you chickens,
/1:13 PM
The Weirdest Experience Of My Life by Namira Binte Abdul Nasir
One morning was doing my blasted math corrections that Mrs. Low dragged me to school for me to finish. But I couldn’t care less when I was in school. I had absolutely no mood for mathematics and Mrs. Low. So I pretended to the corrections in class and told Mrs. Low that I was going to finish it that night and give it to her the next morning. I decided to do it that afternoon so I can wipe out the corrections before sundown. So my entire night will be free.
That afternoon, was one of the most weirdest afternoons of my entire life. I felt very spirited that afternoon. The sun was shining and somehow the atmosphere kept me going to finish. I’ve never felt such a mathematical rush and craving my entire life. It was like a surge of happiness engulfed me when I was doing the corrections. My heart skipped with glee when I finished a equation. At times, I would frantically search for another problem I could solve, another inequality I could equalize, other values of x and y that need to be discovered, another error I could correct. Irony was the only reason for it. An unexplainable occurrence. It could never be understood. Not by the greatest minds in the world. It’s like the existence of myths and ghosts. Are they real? Can anybody understand them? Is it possible?
I explained this occurrence to my parents. With a chuckle, my father replied, ‘Namira, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?’
‘It’s just a phase in life, darling,’ my mother explained, ‘You are finally gaining a sense of responsibility in life. Don’t see this as a curse, dear. It’s perfectly natural. Your father and I want you to know that we are proud of you,’
‘Mother! This is entirely unreal! It’s not natural. Besides, nobody gains a sense of responsibility at fifteen!’ I clarified. ‘ Just look at the people at my school! It’s true.’
I gave up at this stage. There is just no possible way to explain such a revelations to adults. So many questions unanswered. Must I carry on with life not knowing? There is only one thing I can say.
‘Thank you Mrs. Low.’
One morning was doing my blasted math corrections that Mrs. Low dragged me to school for me to finish. But I couldn’t care less when I was in school. I had absolutely no mood for mathematics and Mrs. Low. So I pretended to the corrections in class and told Mrs. Low that I was going to finish it that night and give it to her the next morning. I decided to do it that afternoon so I can wipe out the corrections before sundown. So my entire night will be free.
That afternoon, was one of the most weirdest afternoons of my entire life. I felt very spirited that afternoon. The sun was shining and somehow the atmosphere kept me going to finish. I’ve never felt such a mathematical rush and craving my entire life. It was like a surge of happiness engulfed me when I was doing the corrections. My heart skipped with glee when I finished a equation. At times, I would frantically search for another problem I could solve, another inequality I could equalize, other values of x and y that need to be discovered, another error I could correct. Irony was the only reason for it. An unexplainable occurrence. It could never be understood. Not by the greatest minds in the world. It’s like the existence of myths and ghosts. Are they real? Can anybody understand them? Is it possible?
I explained this occurrence to my parents. With a chuckle, my father replied, ‘Namira, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?’
‘It’s just a phase in life, darling,’ my mother explained, ‘You are finally gaining a sense of responsibility in life. Don’t see this as a curse, dear. It’s perfectly natural. Your father and I want you to know that we are proud of you,’
‘Mother! This is entirely unreal! It’s not natural. Besides, nobody gains a sense of responsibility at fifteen!’ I clarified. ‘ Just look at the people at my school! It’s true.’
I gave up at this stage. There is just no possible way to explain such a revelations to adults. So many questions unanswered. Must I carry on with life not knowing? There is only one thing I can say.
‘Thank you Mrs. Low.’
Monday, June 04, 2007/12:27 PM
Hello people. How has your holiday been? I know this sounds weird, but I kind of miss school. There is nothing to do at home. Except the television, my bed, my homework and the fridge. The five of us living happily during the holidays. Three more weeks. Three more weeks.
I’ve just came back from Malaysia, truly Asia. Not to be rude, but I really hate my trips there. Being brought up in Singapore, I’ve always been used to cleanliness and efficient transport. As you can guess, I was always gravely disappointed when I cross the causeway. There are only two reasons I love to go there.
My Family. Since HALF of my family (mother’s side) lives in Malaysia, I frequently go there. They are very used to my Singaporean ways. Sometimes, just to tick me off, they all start speaking in English. They’ll be all, ‘Namira is person Singapura. She talk Malay like mak saleh tak menjadi. She likes see Barney.’ Mak saleh means English people. To be honest, hearing Malaysians speaking English is quite indecipherable. I’ll be like, ‘Huh?’ And they will all start laughing. WHAT’S MORE, they always laugh at how I cannot stand all the spicy food my great-grandmother cooks. It’s not my fault that I don’t eat raw chillies dipped in chilli sauce for breakfast.
The food. Who can resist the sumptuous food of Malaysia? The kway teow goreng. The keropok lekor. Yum-yum. Even if the atmosphere is ‘ew’ it cannot stop my will to eat.
So there! Those are the only reasons for me to go Malaysia. If my boyfriend were to drag me to Malaysia to see the litter-infested rivers/sea in his idea of romance and not bring me for dinner there, not only will I dump him, I will choke and drown him and paint his face with lipstick. I wouldn’t care if makciks and pakciks and all of those mat motors and minah tudungs stare. I’ll be mysterious like all those female murderers out to kill their two-timing husbands. I’ll wear a ski mask, commit the murder at dawn and dump his body at some dumpsite where nobody bothers to check for recyclable items.
Thank you, for your attention.
Calimasale.
I’ve just came back from Malaysia, truly Asia. Not to be rude, but I really hate my trips there. Being brought up in Singapore, I’ve always been used to cleanliness and efficient transport. As you can guess, I was always gravely disappointed when I cross the causeway. There are only two reasons I love to go there.
My Family. Since HALF of my family (mother’s side) lives in Malaysia, I frequently go there. They are very used to my Singaporean ways. Sometimes, just to tick me off, they all start speaking in English. They’ll be all, ‘Namira is person Singapura. She talk Malay like mak saleh tak menjadi. She likes see Barney.’ Mak saleh means English people. To be honest, hearing Malaysians speaking English is quite indecipherable. I’ll be like, ‘Huh?’ And they will all start laughing. WHAT’S MORE, they always laugh at how I cannot stand all the spicy food my great-grandmother cooks. It’s not my fault that I don’t eat raw chillies dipped in chilli sauce for breakfast.
The food. Who can resist the sumptuous food of Malaysia? The kway teow goreng. The keropok lekor. Yum-yum. Even if the atmosphere is ‘ew’ it cannot stop my will to eat.
So there! Those are the only reasons for me to go Malaysia. If my boyfriend were to drag me to Malaysia to see the litter-infested rivers/sea in his idea of romance and not bring me for dinner there, not only will I dump him, I will choke and drown him and paint his face with lipstick. I wouldn’t care if makciks and pakciks and all of those mat motors and minah tudungs stare. I’ll be mysterious like all those female murderers out to kill their two-timing husbands. I’ll wear a ski mask, commit the murder at dawn and dump his body at some dumpsite where nobody bothers to check for recyclable items.
Thank you, for your attention.
Calimasale.
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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