I was thinking about the concept of heaven yesterday. Heaven is said to be this paradise, this paragon of beauty and astounding magic. Where one feels nothing but everlasting happiness. Where there is not a care or a worry that dampens the pure heavenly glow of it. The extent of Paradise is endless. One cannot help but wonder and even question the existence of such a fantasy, what with all the sadness and hardship that engulfes the world as we speak.

in the world, our world, our existence revolves around happiness and feelings. it seems that everything we do, we do for the sake of us. moreover, the universe is hinged on the principle that happiness must be taken. when we are happy, we feel that way at the expense of others. for instance, when we win a competition, there would always another party that loses. life circulates around the Win-Lose quality. it's what makes us.

so why the abrupt theory? well, in my opinion, feelings that we feel on earth cannot be felt in heaven. setting aside negative emotions like anger or hate, what about feelings like satisfaction or pride? can one really feel such feelings in heaven? to feel satisfied, one must take on a quest. quests are unstable journeys, filled with pain and obstacles. but how could one feel pain in a place that promises security?

what about pride? or imagination? I'd like to think that anything is possible in heaven. that our every wish be satisfied in a heartbeat. in that case, does imagination become reality? will we have to use our minds? do we learn? what about winning? how do we win, while another loses? do we win at the expense of angels?

angels.

can we fall in love with angels? can angels fall in love with us? what about those morbid tragedies where children die so young. do they remain children when they go to heaven?

please do not mistaken my monologue for questionable assumptions. in fact, I shouldn't even be asking too many questions. I do believe that heaven exists. I know it does. there must be a segregation between the evil and good. my mind make believes. i don't even know why I'm posting this.

is this a sign that I'm going to fail GP tomorrow?

sometimes, when you don't blog for a long time, there's so much to say and it all comes crashing in at once and suddenly your brain starts filling up with nonsensical sayings and you feel like you're about to explode when you're actually just overreacting because it's just a blog for crying out loud not your life or your mother's bank account or something so whatever.

there's just so much to say! but I have tutorials to do anywhoo. that should keep my spirit going. -.-

VISAGE
oh how eventful the day was. I met up with errfee, danny, siddiq, sze ern, ranice, nizam, shruthi, johnathan, asyraf at Plaza Singapura then got INSULTED by the boys about my outfit. ehy guys, can you be a little nicer to me? I was being surrounded by male divas and being mocked at at the same time. honestly, gentlemen.

when we reached there, met beautiful syafiqah before proceeding into the theatre (would you even call it that?) we took like a hundred million pictures but it was so freaking, sweltering hot. we were all melting in that compact space. the ushers looked great, the guests were waiting elegantly. kay barely.

when we went inside, we remarked on the small space and changed our seats about three times. in the end, we chose to get up close and personal with the performers. we could see razeef and hanna all victorian and beautiful, poised like perfect marble statues at the side of the stage.

one word to describe the whole performance?
breathtaking.
and not in the way you think fariz.
mats.


I loved every single minute of it. The malicious character of Lady Audley was potrayed beautifully and flawlessly by Tamanna and the role of George Talboys was played with an irresistable air of flair by Fazari. Asaad got to show his wit and his undisputable talent, Hanna and Razeef played subtle but integral roles with passion and beauty. How could anyone have not enjoyed such a remarkably presented play?

The second portion of the performance was equally as brilliant. Mashita displayed her spine-chilling magnificence at acting, Naeem got to show her catty side that made people exclaim "OMG Naeem is such a bitch!" Nonetheless, how can anyone ever not love Naeem? If Suhaidah spoke Korean, she could play alongside her revered Korean drama actors, equally talented, equally wonderful . She was so spunky and vibrant, I couldn't stop smiling. Surinder was a lovable riot. What with her "up, and down, and up, and down,".

to the drama club, please make me fall in love with all of you again.

the journey back home was estatic. we were like drunk, mad teenagers who needed a break from the hassle and stupidity of their hectic studious lives.

oh wait. we are.

MJC VS VJC
May God Protect Us.

I was really really really really looking forward to the match. I was talking to Khairul the other night about how nervous/confident he was about the whole match. I took his complacency as part of his stride. Besides, I knew he was going to do well, he was a very good soccer player. All of the MJC soccer boys are. ALL OF THEM.


the worst part of it? the brilliance and wonder of the match was wasted on my hangover. yes, my hangover from the night before. too much caffine in my system. Before you go all, 'Namira you dumbass, you can't get a hangover from caffine!' just remember that my physical and digestive system works a little differently.

An incident that was the fruit of my hangover, (the name of my friend shall not be revealed in order to mask his true identity.)

friend: HEY NAMIRA.
hangoverperson: HEYY.
friend: hey what time is your bus leaving?
hangoverperson: *takes out two dollars from her pocket and gives it to friend*
friend: namira sweetheart, why did you give me two dollars?
hangoverperson: didn't you ask whether you could borrow two dollars just now?
friend: ....namira, are you experiencing any flu-like symptoms?

....

why DID I GIVE HIM TWO DOLLARS?

oh I have another one!

me and Fadhil were at Mcdonald's because we were helping buy dinner for our cheerleaders practicing at the linkway to the Esplanade.


Fadhil: Namira, is this it? Do we have to buy anything else?
Namira: Should be what. Yvette, Nawawi and Shikin wanted double cheeseburgers, Firza wanted an order of large fries, Fazari wanted a McChiken, AnTing wanted a medium coke.
Fadhil: Okay let's go then
Namira: *checks in pocket* EH WAIT. I HAVE TEN DOLLARS IN MY POCKET. THAT MEANS WE LEFT SOMEONE OUT. *thinks carefully...* FAIZ! FAIZ WANTED A MCCHICKEN ALSO! we have to buy it for him.
Fadhil: err... okay.
Namira: OH WAIT. IF I BUY IT FOR HIM THAT MEANS I HAVE TO GIVE HIM EIGHT DOLLARS CHANGE! WHERE THE HELL AM I GOING TO GET EIGHT DOLLARS TO GIVE HIM BACK???
Fadhil: from the change you get when you use the ten dollars to buy the mcchicken maybe?
Namira: oh.

oh my goodness.

okay I'm digressing. let me talk about the match!

how could I describe the fluidity and sheer awesomeness of how our boys played? there are no words to decribe how fantastic the MJC soccer team was. Possesion of the ball was not spared. Everyone was everywhere. Meridians and Victorians watched the nail-biting battle between the rivals in awe, agony and wonder. how do they move so fast? how did they know that the ball was going to be passed to them? how could they run and kick the ball at the same time? why were they so pro?

the spirit that the meridians exuded was electrifying. the councillors, with their burning passion and hype that kept the whole college going and jumping out of their seats.

nonetheless, despite the power and energy that our boys put in, it was all lost when VJC scored once more to secure their championship title, breaking the tie. Our hearts sank when we saw the look of agonising disappointment that crossed the boys' faces. but we did not lose our spirit. we sang the school anthem with reverence and pride. because deep in our hearts, we know, we have the winning team. undeniable, I say.

to the MJC soccer dudes: You guys were exceptional. I was right, you guys did play wonderfully. you guys ARE the champions. you owned the field and to us, you guys didn't lose. you are all winners and we appreciate everything you've done.

to the VJC soccer players: man of the match? what happened to all the sportsmanship of the game? you all were great as well with the exception of several mockers. thanks for a good game.

COLOSSEUM
I am going to post in red AND IN CAPS now BECAUSE THERE IS JUST NO SPIRIT LIKE THE PHOBOS SPIRIT YA'LL.


BEYOND AMAZING I TELL YOU. THAT'S JUST THE WORD FOR IT. COLOSSEUM WAS BEYONG AMAZING. THE ENERGY-DRAINING BEFORE, THE MIND-BLOWING DURING, AND THE EMOTIONAL AFTER.

YOU'VE GUYS HEARD ME RAMBLING ON AND ON ABOUT HOW I WAS SO FREAKING TIRED AFTER CHEERLEADING BUT HOW MUCH I INSANELY LOVED IT BECAUSE I'VE MET SUCH BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING PEOPLE DURING CHEERLEADING THAT I CAN CALL MY OWN NOW. WE ALL LOVE EACH OTHER AND WE'VE GAINED SO MANY WONDERFUL FRIENDSHIPS ALONG THE WAY. I MEAN LIKE DUH. HOW COULD WE DISLIKE SOMETHING THAT BROUGHT US TOGETHER.

TO THESE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE:
EMILYN, ISSABELLA, YVETTE, FAIZ, FADHIL, MATTHEW, ARLENE, FAZARI(!!), KELLY, JIA YING, YI TING, HUMYRAH, SHIKIN, ATIQA, MEI SHUEN, ZHONG MING, NAWAWI, AMELIA, AN TING!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT, LOVE AND SPIRIT THAT I WILL NEVER FORGET UNTIL I TURN EIGHTY-TWO AND SUFFER FROM SHORT TERM MEMORY LOSS OR SOMETHING. I LOVE ALL OF YOU WE ROCKED HARD AND OUR PERFORMANCE WAS PERFECT. WE DESERVE THE MEDALS PEOPLE!

SPECIAL MENTION TO FAZARI: THANK YOU FOR YOUR GUIDANCE AND BITCHINESS THAT KEPT US GOING DURING THOSE TOUGH TIMES. YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON THAT COULD HAVE PULLED OFF SUCH AN AMAZING PERFORMANCE. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.

I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE PEOPLE WHO CONGRATULATED ME AND THE TEAM AFTER ESPECIALLY THE OTHER HOUSES' CHEERLEADERS WHO WERE BRILLIANT AS WELL. THANKYOU TO MY 09S104 WHO GAVE ME HUGS AND TOLD ME THAT THE PERFORMANCE WAS AWESOME AFTERWARDS. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.

gahh colosseum is so like.. DRAINING!
hajkfddkshfkdjhsfjkdshjfkdsf.
I LOVE THE HYPE AND THE LAUGHTER.




this song reminds me of my cheerleaders.
we were all good girls.
once.
now we're badass.


to wrap it all up, I guess I'm loving MJC.

my life's a fucking financial disaster. what I don't get is why I have to pay for things I don't want to pay for or be part of. sure there are some things I'm glad to pay for because it's for something I really want. but some. I just can't stand it.

I was looking through my sms-es today and I've realised I've severely overbilled. I was looking through my sms-es because my classmates kept messaging me to remember to bring $35 for the IVLE subscription tomorrow when I've just had to fork our $20 for my class fund today, and $22.10 for a stupid play called Sing Dollar that my class has to attend. I also have to pay for my $17.60 cheerleading shirt and $15 for Visage. most probably I'll have to pay for the stupid learning journey coming up.

so if I add it all up together while not including my overbill and future costs, that will amount to a total of $109.70 in one month.

blimey.

I hate the fact that my parents have to pay for this. I wish I had a job so I could share the burden with them. I feel so selfish for wanting everything and asking for everything from them. I want to help. mind you, my family isn't rich, all these costs are really taking their toll on us. but it's not to the extent that I have to seek Financial Assistance. ohfreak, do I? I am such a spoilt child.

I am so going to get a job teaching or whatever. I need the money more than anything. it hurts me so much to have to ask them for money. GAH WHY DOES EDUCATION COST SO MUCH? WHY THE HELL DO WE HAVE TO PAY FOR OUR NOTES?

if I tell my parents this, all they'll say is, 'Namira, it is our responsibily to pay for all of this for you. Yes it's very expensive, but it'll be worth it soon when you get a good job and pay for our bills. Polythecnic students must pay much more, you know. don't worry. now go clean your room.'

Dear God, save us from this financial slump of ours so that my parents won't have to take out so much money and I wouldn't feel like such an ass of a daughter.

I'm supposed to be at cheerleading, damn it.

oh well, will update later.

I know you've been wondering why I've been spending so many hours in school and not enough at home, but I've just been so worked up at school. remember, everything I do, I will always have you two in mind and that is what makes me stronger.

thanks for being married for so long, i love you guys.

from your beloved eldest daughter,
Namira.



(oh. thanks FAZARI for introducing me to this song. I love it too much.)

it's going so fast I just have to stop it and start breathing already.

I can't believe how fast time has flew by. it's already the nineteenth of MAY! THE NINETEENTH OF MAY? it's not supposed to be practically the end of may so fast. this is absurd. I am going to complain to someone.

today was bittersweet. I got mocked alot because of my dumb bag which I am never going to wear to school other than on weekends anymore. it's bad enough I get called a minah without the bag. tsk tsk tsk.

the school part of school was very dull and monotonous. I was just really looking forward to escaping the whole JC-life vibe and just go somewhere that I didn't really bother paying attention to anything. I was quite angry when cikgu gave us kefahaman (comprehension) to do just now. I don't like comprehension. but cikgu rai is such a sweetheart and let us do it tomorrow. thank you God for teachers like her.

during lunch, I ate this really, really really super spicy Mee Siam and it was practically boiling. I couldn't stand it. I kept flailing my hands everywhere because it was so damn hot. poor alicia had to see my fall from grace like that. I thought that lunch was our last period until someone said 'don't worry namira you don't have to finish your food so fast. econs doesn't start until 12:55."

ah!
crap I didn't bring my econs notes! but it's okay. I made it just by having sufficient white papers on my desk and by sitting at the middle of the middlesz.

oh yeah syafiqah had to borrow my P.E stuff today because she forgot to bring hers. (PS: ask syaf about wuthering heights test) during P.E. I played tennis with the guys. I'm actually pretty good at it if you don't count the fact that one of my serves actually hit vivi in the knee and I got laughed at for screaming 'fore!' when it happened. imran called me maria sharapova because he saw me with the tennis racket in hand. I bet if he saw me with a golf club he'd call me Tiger Woods' daughter.

kay bye my dad is telling me to sleep.

I'm so sick I nearly died coughing during lunch just now.

sheesh. I think I might have the H1N1 virus thing just because of how rotten I've been feeling. I wonder if the Ministry of Health of Singapore does checks on teenagers' blogs to find possible cases of the influenza.

I've been studying for my chemistry test while trying to land a double pirouette. I know you shouldn't try so many times otherwise you'll get too dizzy or whatever but I really really want to do it perfectly to avoid another confrontation episode with the bitch of the west on wednesday.

dear God, if you're out there, please let her show me some mercy on wednesday. you know what, I don't even know what I did bloody wrong. I was just doing the exact same thing everyone else was doing and she suddenly pin-pointed me and started shooting horrible remarks at me. WHY ME. goodness. and what was with all her last warning crap? WHERE WERE THE PRIOR WARNINGS? the whole reason for my anger is exactly that. on second thought, Dear God, let her be her usual self on wednesday. I'm ready for her crap.

I dare her to kick me or anyone of the dancers out of the dance studio, the one that she kept calling hers. I can't imagine my reaction now, but I'm pretty sure it'll be ugly. it'd be like kicking any dancer in the world of a dance studio for stupid accusations. I am sooo going to talk to my teachers about her and what she said.

the worst part about crying, is when the people around you go up to you and ask you whether you're ok. I mean, it's wonderful and all, but it just reminds you about how pathetic you are.

I've found my new guilty pleasure. flight of the conchords is the most genious band ever invented. watch the videos. you'll break your spine laughing.



Flight of the Conchords - Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros
I like the freestyling part. it hurts my stomach to watch this.
"be more constructive with your feedback." HAHA.




Flight of the Conchords- The Issues
"Could somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees."
"what's wrong with the world today, fhef *incoherent mumbling*."

and my forever favourite.
let me present to you; jenny. thank you lei lei for introducing this to me.
I love it.



"we just looked out. across the city from our little spot on the hilltop. oh, it's so pretty from way up there. we talked about how the lights from the buildings and cars seemed like reflections of the stars, that shone out so pretty and bright, that night..."

"it was daytime."

"the daytime of the nights." (syafiqah's favourite line)

I guess I never knew how failure felt until now. I’ve seen it, experienced it but never really felt it. I guess when it hits you the hardest; you don’t really see reason anymore.

I loved music. When I listen to music, I see myself doing the thing I absolutely love to do, which is to dance. But now, when I listen to music, I see myself falling. I’d imagine myself slipping or losing balance or forgetting a step. Now, I don’t really love music anymore.

Till now I wonder, how I let such an insignificant person affect me so badly. How I allowed someone I barely knew to twist, turn and knock me in such a way that it leaves me so numb. Why did I let her tell me I wasn’t good enough? Why do I feel so incompetent and worthless thinking how I’ve lost the only thing I’ve been able to do thus far with upmost confidence? Dancing was my passion. Now it was just something I was good at when I was younger.

When we were officially dismissed, I took out my ballet slippers and wondered if I would ever find the courage to put them on again. When I sulked and cried, Danny put his arm around me and told me it was okay, Shaz went to her bag and took out her packet of tissues and gave them to me, Ranice refilled the bottle I was drinking from, Ern told me not to cry and said she’d talk to me later. It made me hurt more knowing the treasured friends I would be leaving if I ever left dance. But I’d still talk to them, we’d still say hello. But would it be the same?

Maybe the dreaded bitch was right. Maybe I don’t have what it takes. All I have now is my stupid physique. How dare she say I wasn’t trying? How dare she tell me that my heart wasn’t in the dance studio? Who was she to tell me that my attitude is terrible? If she’d just stood back and saw how much I was trying, maybe I wouldn’t be so humiliated. I’d never been so humiliated.

You’re supposed to dance like a dancer and not like a soldier.

Thank you to my beloved wonderful dancers and cheerleaders who tried to console me.
I’ll be okay soon. I hope.

dear worldd,

I'm in the library right now with Sharifah NurSyafiqah. my mind's a mess right now.

I have a flu (thanks to Nadia) so now I'm going around holding tissues and sounding all stuffed up. there's just so much that has happened, it really took something major to make it all stop and calm down. syafiqah is doing her GPP. eee.

when you have time off before CCA, you shouldn't spend it doing homework. I mean really, it's besides the point. like seven times today, people have gone up to me and asked, 'hey namira want to study econs today?' or, 'hey namira want to wrap up that experiment now?' or 'hey namira, the binomial assignment is due soon. want to do it together?'

tsk tsk. mjc people. it freaks me out that this is the mandatory conformation act that one has to pass so as to be counted as a meridian. why must MJC stand for Mugger JC? why can't it be, Merry JC or.. Music JC or.. Mat/Minah JC. I'd rather that than muggers. one tip to apply when you're just not feeling homework-ish is to think about your future. as cliche as it might sound, thinking about how you're going to live your life when you're thirty sets things in proportion.

ooh ooh! I have an announcement to make.

I am officially a bimbo. really. now, if anyone calls me a bimbo, I will accept it knowingly of how utterly air-headed I can be.... okay maybe not. maybe I'll let it slide for a month after which I will channel my I-Am-Not-A-Bimbo mode.

here's what happened. ahem ahem.

on monday I had cheerleading right so prior to cheerleading I went to loyang point to buy mcdonald's because I was freaking hungry after which I went to school drinking my coke and eating my hashbrown breakfast with my mcgriddles still in my plastic bag which I put on the table during my cheerleading practice when I think I put my earphones into the plastic bag. AFTER PRACTICE, I went home by myself. when I reached the bustop, I realised that my earphones were not with me. and for those of you who know me really well you know I can't live without my earphones. so I was panicking and was calling Fazari (my senior) who was with the guys at the time so I asked him to ask the guys whether any of them had seen my earphones and when all of them said no I relented with the fact that I had accidentally thrown away my earphones with the mcdonald's plastic bag so I went home and I could hear every single sound the bus was making and it was really disturbing. I could tell that someone was playing Crazy Taxi 2 and not Crazy Taxi 1 on his PSP . I knew that there was this one driver that is only present in Crazy Taxi 2 but that's besides the point. it was maddening because I could hear whatever the two girls behind me were saying and I craved so much to absorb myself in my music and let my imagination fly.

SO. when I went home I immediately went to loyang point and bought a pair of earphones. now the earphones that were available were the really stubby and uncomfortable kind which I loathed but I was desperate. so I went to the counter to pay for it and the second I gave my money to the lady, MATTHEW MOHAN, my phobos house captain called me and this was what he said, 'EHY NAMIRA I FOUND YOUR EARPHONES! haha lucky right?'

LUCKY?!?!?
I SPENT TWELVE DOLLARS ON STUPID EARPHONES.


I was utterly gobsmacked and flabbergasted.
but in all seriousness, I would like to thank my phobos house captain for finding my earphones.

so that was my short story for youuu.
DISTURBIA!

dear mommy,

thank you for the nasi briyani today. thank you for waking me up in case I woke up late for school. thank you for believing in me for my O'levels. thank you for telling me that VJC is not as good as MJC. thank you for being right all the time. thank you for telling me that I am a minah. thank you for advising me that if I have nothing nice to say, don't say it. thank you for buying me that beautiful ring for my prom night. thank you for not scolding me (too hard) for losing my ez-link card repetitively. thank you for getting me hooked on korean dramas. thank you for teaching me the meaning of sarcasm. thank you for those times you've fed me, washed my clothes when I should have done them. thank you for scolding me because if it weren't for that I'd be a spoiled brat. thanks so much for loving and caring for me and hakim and nadia and you don't know how much we appreciate it.

mommy, I've known you for seventeen years now. and you have the been the most amazing and incredible mother ever. I'm sure when I was a baby and cried all the time, you got really wound up, but thanks for singing me to sleep anyway.

my mother is my reason and strength. without her, I. AM. NOTHING.
to all mothers out there,
you are loved and honoured. thank you for spreading your breathtaking and enchanting love all over the world.
what would we be without you? awol most probably.
I mean, there wouldn't be any smart people.

Motherhood is a wonderful thing - what a pity to waste it on chldren.
- Judith Pugh

crowds. I know I make up one of them, but honestly.

I cannot handle crowds! I guess being a bit claustraphobic has something to do with this. How can anyone, ANYONE, stand being wrestled around by an obscenely large amount of people? it's absurd.

today is my brother's birthday (omg he is seven already?) so we went to tampines for a celebration and to buy presents. the thing about my brother is, he is very very very picky about his presents. so throughout the years we have learnt to just bring him along whilst buying presents. it saves us alot of guilt and disappointment.

so inevitably, we had to go to toysrus. it was very nostalgic. it brought me back to times when I used to beg for a barbie doll. I remembered being close to tears when my father said no to a cinderella princess barbie doll. nowadays, little girls are better behaved. maybe it's because their choice of toys have drastically changed. I saw a mother holding a beautiful fairy barbie doll and kneeling in front of her daughter who had a off-road battery-operated RC sports car and wailing "BUT I WANT THIS ONE!"

if only I could say the same for the boys. ah well, boys will be boys.

I bought my brother a hot wheels track set and a blue notebook for my mother tomorrow. I met my parents at Popular and this was when it got a little too stuffy for me. okay. who am I kidding? it was freaking crowded because there was some 25% sale that day. it was very ironic that the sale was ONLY ON THAT DAY and ONLY AT THE TAMPINES MALL OUTLET on VESAK DAY.

so I was being wrestled around alot. in the midst of being shoved by hyperactive mothers and playful children, I suddenly landed in an area called the "A'Level Section".

I gulped, took a chemistry assessment book and began flicking through it. I was so stunned. wide-eyed, I tried to find in my memory ever learning about atomic bonds. what are atomic bonds for crying out loud? I am going to ask mr.wong.

gah. I'm getting breathless just thinking about it.
why did God have to invent tampines mall?

hakim I love you, happy birthday.
and if you were sharp enough to see, dad was joking.
the new green goggles are not your birthday present.

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

I don't know why I have to think so hard when I think about my favourite song of all time. it's always been there in my handphone MP3 anywayz. I love you muse.

helloooo.

I am currently at the library with a classmate of minee printing out some Malay article for our lesson later. Now, I am trying to memorise what would happen if an upthrust of an iron object is less that it's weight.

oh. it will sink.

gah. there's just so much to memorise! it's like cramming for a single test. it's cruel. but it's okay. I love physics I love physics I love physics. postive thinking= positive results. oh God what am I saying. I sound like Jerry Springer. *cringes*

when finding the velocity of a moving object, always consider y-values and x-values.

oh no. sigh. I need a hot football coach who wears sunglasses.

Syaf reminded me of this jingle. goodness. *good nutrition and vitamins help you to pass the immunity challenge.* they step make it 'cool' by having cheerleaders and hiphop dancers inside. though they do add a hint of cool-ness in it. I really like this jingle. it's very catchy. many said that singapore didn't take SARS seriously. but in fact, we just wanted to make it less scary. why fight something that is scary. we have to be confident that we can emerge victorious.

my favourite line is "Good nutrtion and vitamins, help you to pass the immunity challenge!"

not because of its meaning or whatever, but because I always laugh until my stomach hurts at this part. it doesn't even rhyme with anything in the song. HAHAHA. and look at the faces of the students that swayed from side to side. OMG IT'S HILARIOUS LAH.

GOOD JOB PCK. I wonder who would do it for the possible Swine-vivor rap.
haha maybe they'll feature MJC inside!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG IMAGINE MJC SWAYING FROM SIDE TO SIDE AT THE SPORTS GALLERY.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY STOMACH HURTS.
hahahahahahahhahahahahahahahhaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

haish.
it was raining so terribly last night at about two o'clock in the morning. I was talking to SOMEONE childish on the phone last night and the only thing this person could say when I expressed my fright for the lightning and thunder was, 'think happy thoughts. eh go charge your phone.'

I had a ghostly experience while talking to my best friend on the phone last night. I was in the living room playing with my laptop (yes, on the phone as well) when all of a sudden I heard this muffled scream. it was a very choked scream but I could tell it was coming from somewhere near me. it wasn't the computer because I was at a person's blog who didn't play screamo at the time. so I was flabbergasted. I looked around and I heard it again. stunned, I put down the phone abruptly, ran inside my room and hid under my blanket before calling again.

my house is haunted! I bet that lady I met at the wedding, the one whose seat I took, is haunting me.

goodness, I need a cinammon bun and a drink to calm me down.

I think that inside all of us, lies and little soccer player kicking and screaming to emerge.

I was reading some of my beautiful people's blogs to find that most of them had very strong feelings over the match between ACJC and MJC yesterday. I thought I was the only one but it appears that I share the same sentiments as others. This is good to know because I am not the most soccer chic person in the world. However, I shall elaborate more upon it whilst trying to keep my cyincal meaning inside.

I think the reputation of ACJC's playing was rehearsed many many times before the said match yesterday. I have to admit that they play very well but not very nicely. What ever happened to fair play? what made matters worse was that the referee was a woman. I am not trying to say anything about women here so please note that this is an unbiased comment:

never send a woman to do a man's job.

Props to the woman who tried but every single time the boys got into a little tiff at one side of the field, she'll be all the way on the other side. She should have known that this was a game between erratic and energetic teenage boys. They're very mobile. Henceforth, she should have prepared herself more for the fact that the ball will not stay at one side of the field for more that seven seconds. She is going to have to move her tushy more faster if she wants to see what happens clearly.

this game just proves one thing. When your defences are down and you're already leading a game by 2-1, start acting. Every single thirty seconds, an ACJC player will fall with a cramped knee or bruised dignities. (remember no.13?) Boys, please remember that you are on a soccer field, not broadway. I knew you played dirty but I didn't know you played pathetic.

I shall stop here before I get too far. I think that we all show our true selves whilst watching a game. I was undeniably on my toes all my time or shouting in absolute rage at the drama. I think my guy classmates were really freaked out at my sudden spur of soccer minah-ness. Well I can't help it comes.


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from the queen of england to the hounds of hell.

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

eh you guys know WHAT? you all know I hate running right because it's utterly retarded and redundant and all that? well guess WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT?

I, Namira Nasir, finished my 2.4km run in fourteen minutes.

FOURTEEN MINUTES! wanna know my secret to keep running for five rounds straight?

when you're running, think about something else to distract you from the fact that you are panting and you'd pretty much prefer laying down and dying on the moist fake green grass right beside you. For me, in my mind I was spelling out the lyrics for The White Stripes- Seven Nation Army. So in my mind I was like... 'I'm g-o-i-n-g t-o f-i-g-h-t e-m' o-f-f....' haha it was really effective but I was talking to myself the whole way and it freaked some girls out.

when I went home, this was the conversation I had with my dad-

Namira: DADDY! I PASSED MY 2.4KM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DIDN'T FAIL WOOH!
Dad: That's fantastic Namira! now you don't have to retake.
Namira: (wondering why my dad sounded so surprised) and that's not all, I ran 2.4km in fourteen minutes!!
Dad: .... really. Namira, did you cheat two rounds again?

when I called Syafiqah at home, this is what she said-
Namira: HEY SYAF!! I PASSED MY 2.4km SIA!!!
Syaf: *giggling* that's good namira!
Namira: why are you laughing?!
Syaf: Namira did you bribe the examiner?

when I told Nadia about it, she said-
Namira: NADIA I PASSED MY RUNNING!!
Nadia: shutter run?
Namira: No, 2.4km!
Nadia: you didn't pass your shutter run?
Namira: I haven't taken it yet.
Nadia: what's that supposed to mean?
Namira: that's on thursday.
Nadia: that's not fair.
Namira: WHAT.

I was so pumped up after my run that I joined some of my guy classmates in their game of soccer on the school field. I wanted to try to kick the ball in the goal, and when I did, IT WENT INSIDE!! okay, let's all ignore the fact that there was no goalkeeper at the time. but the guys said it was a really good shot and when I tried to play goalie, I managed to save the ball! wooh. the guys invited me to play soccer with them later against some team I shan't mention.

what has happened to me in mjc? I can run and boys are inviting me to play soccer with them.sheesh.

I wish I could go out. but I promised myself today that I will cage myself at home and study my ass off. Because I don't want to neglect my studies. my teacher gave me a talk yesterday and he warned me that Phobos AND Dance. He told me to remember that I was doing a concert next year and that was going to take twice the amount of time. So I told him not to worry because I was mentally prepared.

I hope.
Please God don't let me have a breakdown again.

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.

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HULABAGI

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Siska(HU)

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Mary(LA)

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Syaf(BA)

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