Dear friends and readers,
Monday, December 01, 2008/2:51 PM
This week is such a fun-filled week. I have been looking forward to this week ever since, last week. Don't get me wrong. Staying at home doing nothing and watching movies over and over again while my sanity titters on an edge bearing a strong possibility of tipping over any moment and falling to the depths of delusional illusions is absolutely FUN but as teenagers we need to go out and be social once in a while. Be with friends because they keep us sane/insane. It's really a balancing act, you know.



Why am I looking forward to this week? Well, probably because I have a cool book to read, I'm going out with friends and with Zafran. But most importantly. MOST IMPORTANTLY, there is an event occuring on Thursday that is keeping me pumped up throughout the week. I really cannot wait for it. And I hardly doubt anyone else has forgotten it either. YES YES YES. WHAT ARE WE ALL WAITING FOR? THE FOURTH OF DECEMBER. You know, I think the fact that I have not gone out very often this past holiday makes any event seem significant in some way or rather. Is it just me? I don't think many people are looking forward to the fourth unlike me and hulabagi.



Yup. The four girls you'd expect to be ferociously un-semangat about the event is SO PUMPED UP FOR IT. Well, I know me and Syafiqah are. She can't wait to say a certain word I prompted her to say on the phone out loud in front of the entire malay population. I shall not say it out. Because I think she wants it to be a surprise. And it will be. It will be.



I think I am losing my sarcasm. I think so. I am no longer the full-fledged cynic I used to be. Remember the OLD NAMIRA? The Namira that would be sarcastic about every single detail that she can lay her hands on? While staying at home with my family, the oppurtunities for me to exert sarcasm on others are depleting. It's like a rare natural resource that is slowly fading away and letting sanity replace its devoted position. How can this happen? I don't even talk alot anymore. I think I speak a maximum of fifty words a day. Not counting being online of course, and scolding siblings. Fifty words.



Where is the HUMANITY?



I need to sit down with a real smart-ass. A person who gets on my nerves with his words and is continuously ridiculing me. I just need one person to spur back the sarcasm in me. And the conversation would go like this.




smart-ass: hey namira, what is wrong with your ENGLISH? Why the hell do you speak like that? It pisses people off.

Namira: My brain controls my articulation, damn it. My outflow of words are mine to control.

smart-ass: well your brain is not working properly then. Because your words don't make sense at all.

Namira: who made you a neurologist? why don't you go put your head in a pool and let me count to one million?

smart-ass: I can't because then the world would then be rid of my smart-ass-ity.



I think I need to talk to Hanan more. He is one guy that can make me really angry. Hmm.. That's an idea I would consider.

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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