I couldn't believe it. It was everywhere, screaming at me. But I refused to believe my ears.
How could the King of Music not be alive anymore? I wanted to see him so bad.
The way he moved, the way he sang, it was the reason why he was proclaimed a king. A legend.
He was the reason for the existence of so many celebrities that looked up to him.
Sure he was contreversial, but who wasn't? Everyone gets into trouble with the law in America.

Michael Jackson, there can be no one like you on this planet, who can move the way you do, and who can inspire the way you do. thank you for the music.

you. are. BAD.
Forget Billie Jean, because I'm sure as hell she's crying right now.
So have I.

on my way home today, I realised something that perhaps, normal people wouldn't see. I don't really know why, but it just occured to me that the atmosphere in a bus resembles one of a social scene.

When you hop on a bus when its empty, you're most likely to get a seat unless you're one of those over the top men and women who actually believe in the outrageous and nonsensical poppycock that you can lose weight if you stand. So if you're like me, a escapist or a day-dreamer, you're most likely to slide inside and get the window seat so that you can gaze out into the night/day and stare/laugh/wonder at the people/cars zooming past you while forcing loud music through your ears and ignoring whoever's around you.

however,
instead of being so oblivious to the surroundings of the vehicle, have you ever wondered about choice in relation to a bus ride? I know it sounds weird, but really. if a person denies a seat beside you even though all the window seats around you have all been claimed, what does that tell you? Is it the way you're seating? Is it the music? Is it the way you dress?

let us first think. how does one choose a seat in a bus?

"As I enter the bus, out from the pouring rain outside, I realise that I haven't topped up the measely balance in my ez-link card for a week already. There's what, twenty cents inside? I rummage in my purse, praying for a dollar twenty. No one's going to believe I'm an adolescent with the way I'm dressing. I silently thanked God that I didn't spend all of my money at Frolick otherwise it'd be a forty-five minute walk and forty-five blisters for me. Apparently, my little treasure hunt caught the attention of eighty percent of the population in the bus. Okay, looks like no one's standing. I sooo don't want to stand up after an hour of aerobics with Miss I've-Never-Been-Laid-Even-Though-I'm-Forty-Seven this afternoon. Where should I rest? Okay, not sitting beside that lady unless I want her fifty NTUC plastic bags resting on my feet. Definitely avoiding that man with a sneezing fit and that lady who looks like a hooker on a bad hair day."

I have no idea why I am even writing this. I just feel like rambling right now.ok goodnight bye.

I came back from Teng one day earlier than planned. The journey was, journey-ful.

On Sunday, which was Daddy's Day but I celebrated it a week earlier because I swore I thought it was last week. Besides, my father's birthday was this week so we acted as if we wanted to celebrate the two occasions seperately. My dad's so great that he bought it. oh well.

At noon, I called Siska to ask her what day the hulabagi date is on. Apparently, SHE HAD YET TO WAKE UP. tsk, SISKA. then when I was talking to her on the phone, she said, in a very groggy voice, 'Namie, is it father's day today?'

I went to Sheng Siong with Siska to help her shop for her Father's Day dinner. I had to pick out prawns for her and tried to convince her, but failed to buy optima flour which was integral for her cookies to work!

on wednesday, I'm gonna be having my House Committee Photoshoot. Fadhil (a.k.a Firza) message all of us to let us know that we were supposed to bring an item that symbolises us. I SWEAR I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO BRING. Then I asked Siska then she answered PERFECTLY. like the most perfect answer evahhh.

While looking at fishballs and fishcakes at Sheng Siong...
Namira: what item do you think symbolises me?
Siska: huh? umm I don't know.
Namira: SISKA! APPARENTLY FISHBALLS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME.
Siska: no laaa.
Namira: maybe a tissue box.
Siska: ???!?!?! bring coke ah.
Namira: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH YOU ARE SUCH A GENIOUS!
Siska: um okay.

thank you siska!

this morning, which is a monday, I woke up with a determined aim to mug the hell out of me. I got up, watched tv for an hour, made breakfast for me and my brother (?!), dance my cheerleading dance and the Nobody- Wondergirls dance. not once did I look at my desk or notes.

firstly, I'd like to thank my eloquent associate for posting the previous post for me due to the fact that I was unable to do so myself. I know by me posting this, I have violated the terms that Sharifah has appropriately posed before this, but I was just idling around the hotel lobby when I decided to flip open my laptop.

P.S what rate syafiee?

yours sincerely,
Namira Nasir (the real one)

okay Terrenganu is great. you know what, for the use of the word terrenganu for the rest of this post I am just going to call in Teng okay because I am really superlatively lazy to actually use the whole name and I don't even know if I'm spelling it right.

The lobby of the Legend Hotel is great. It's really cozy and well brought together. There's the smell of smoke and coffee lingering but I shall try to ignore it. Why am I updating in the lobby you might ask. Well, even though I have a perfectly functional hotel room at level four, they don't have free wi-fi up there. I mean, they do but it's a whamming five ringgit for half an hour per use. while at the lobby, it's free. (:

you know, I am supposed to be bloody studying for crying out loud. I mean, that's the whole purpose of holiday breaks right? taking time off your family holiday to settle down with your notes that you had to lug all the way to Teng. I mean I brought alot! but so far, I've only touched upon economics. and that's not my weakest subject. in fact, it's my best subject. I think I know why now. grr.

I mean, I am so scared to even glance at chemistry or physics because I get a stroke just looking at the pages and pages of unknown facts and explainations that I have to memorise. it's bad enough I don't know any of them, I have to memorise them as well? DURING MY HOLIDAY? bummer man.

it's eleven forty and I'm in teng and I'm blogging about how I've not studied. (...) much?

ooh. you know, there are alot of things in malaysia that reminds me of my friends back at home! let me name you some.

Klinik Amar (this reminds me of Zafran)
Keropok Zaharah (this reminds me of nabzzaay)
Advanti Racing (this reminds me of shruthi)
Bandar Kemaman (this name keeps popping up alot during my journey. this reminds me of aman)
Restoran Syafiqah Ameera (OMG this one is my favourite! because it reminds me of both syafiqah and siska at the same timee!)
there was also this show I watched where there was this character whose name was Muhd Shane. (okay this was funny because 1. muhd shane is a very funny combination of two names. 2. the character's girlfriend always calls him abang. (!!) 3. its just really funny.)

okay toodles.

From the desk of Namira Nasir,

She will be in Malaysia and ergo, incommunicado henceforth from this stipulated date till Sunday the 21st of June.

We apologise for the inconvenience caused.

Sincerely,
Namira Nasir

P.S: Namira, my rate just doubled. (:

this is how I entertain myself whilst eating lunch. this is my cat crash.
by the way, if you hear my dad talking, he's saying that feeding strays is against the law and I can get punished. sheesh dad. poor crashy.

and lo and behold, the worst thing you could ever see in a convenience store. oh the humanity. the standard of 7 eleven is seriously going downhill.

well this just proves one thing. everyone loves coke. screw sprite or ice lemon tea. but HOW COULD IT RUN OUT? HELLO?

look I found this!



there are no subtitles for this so I shall make my own:

Jun Pyo: Hahaha. Look at that. My mother needs a kidney donor by next tuesday. (sits next to Jandi) Jandi ah, do you mind sparing her one kidney?
Jandi: NO NEVER! I WILL NEVER LET THEM CUT MY CHEST OPEN.
Yi Jeong: eh, that's not where you kidney is.
voiceover sounds.

Jun Pyo: eh you, take biology la.

okay lame. -.-"
I'm just really bored at home okay!


this is for syafiqah:



sigh. so delicious. and the donuts aren't bad either.

hello sunshine.

so far, my life has revolved around dance. every morning, I go to my school's dance studio to do the thing I love most doing.

I've managed to stay out of her path and keep a low profile so as to not attract any negative chakra to myself. I'm quite proud of how inconspicuous I can be. but I can't say the same for several of the other girls in my ensemble. I am beginning to truly believe in the whole curse whereby she will pick on one of the dancers for a certain day. oh well, two more days. two more days. then a two week break and it will all start over again.

is it just me or does it NOT feel like the second week of holiday? I mean, it still feels like school.

notes to self:
1) keep legs straight while jumping.
2) spot whilst pirouetting.
3) bring water bottle (!!!)
4) STUDY.

notice: this post is one day late. sorry, I forgot to upload this up yesterday. OMG HOW COULD I FORGET? I am such an unfaithful fan. nonetheless,

you are my heart and soul. thank you for being so bloody brilliant.
there is no one on this earth who can even come close to the superiority that is you.

please don't smile like that.

you're making my heart stop.

I am going to go dream about you now.

happy birthday.

I had dance today. bleh. it was quite cool, I guess. I didn't get screamed at. that's a plus point. you know, I'm starting to believe in the whole 0ne-dancer-curse thing. it's like, every lesson, she'll choose someone to pick on. I don't know if she learned that this was the appropriate way to educate students on the art of dancing or whatever.

I am going to post my journal entry when I was away at malaysia for ibrahim's wedding later on. it was a very philosophical journey but very tiring.

back to dance. I was really hopeful for today's dance and I prayed hard that I would not get the bitch treatment today. I just practiced laying low and getting out of her way, and it worked. though it didn't help for some of the other dancers, I was SATISFIED with my practiced. I am HAPPY (which is equals to satisfied in more cases than it is neutral) with it. I also got briefed about my dance concert which I am super super excited about and I am DYING to do it, but I don't know whether I'll be able to juggle it all what with house committee duties and all that.

sighs.

even when I didn't get the bitch treatment during dance, I did get it during my CCA House Committee Induction Workshop. You know, it is an undeniable fact that the sevens are one of the most estatic bunch evaaahhh. we had to get shushed by the teacher sooo many times before settling down.

after the workshop, some of us decided to head of to the airport to study. it was really fun because the people who went were fun. the bus ride there was really funny because I kept arguing with radyaman, siddiq and adzizul. but mostly with radyaman la. he is like this adorable child you can't help but disturb.

is your kettle black?

when we reached the airport, syafiqah was avidly telling me about the movies she mentioned on her blog. which reminds me I have to watch that spine-chilling trailer featuring Bjork on her blog. remember namira, remember.

after a while and a cookie, me, syaf and siddiq adjourned upstairs to mcdonald's where we all concentrated on studying. I have to admit, I was the one most absorbed in economics. I can't imagine myself being more immersed in what I was doing than at that point of time. I'm so proud of myself.

when adzizul arrived, we all decided to slack and bitch. it was really fun. who would have thought adzizul could bitch? siddiq maybe, but adzizul? gee.

let me leave you with this quote from adzizul about how to make a saliva bubble. EEEEEEEEEEEEE.

adzizul: make a bubble.. in your mouth, by making a pocket of air in between the tongue and the gum. and suddenly put your... *chuckles*.. put your tongue underneath that pocket of air which will eventually form a bubble.
siddiq: ohhh!
adzizul:because the surface tension of the bubble is enough...
namira: *interrupts* but if you open your mouth then the bubble will pop.
adzizul: this is where your saliva has to be a certain viscosity.

for your information, this is the exact conversation we had. because I recorded it on my phone. hey, what adzizul was saying was sheer brilliance. I mean, who would have ever thought about actually dictating the way of making a saliva bubble?

wooh. okay, I'm going to reply outdated tags now. you know, I think this significantly proves that my life is going to be a shit-ass disaster. what with the centuries I take to reply tags. and! you never know how loud you type on your keyboard until you take off your headphones and stop listening to indie music at maximum volume. now I know why my mother constantly gets up at random times of the night.


mary: maryam! a significant financial event of my life and you claim my earphones already? are you sure you want em'? they bring bad karma.
Danial: *hugs back* thanks danny. you're a star.
Nadia: I shall be Ferosh in the name of CAVIES. haha. thanks sayang.
allyy: all hails that hails all? err.. hahaha. I don't know what you just said. but thanks babe.
khairiah: HELLO KHAIRIAH! wassupp. hahaha.
Ern: sorry captain. but thanks for wanting to talk to me honey. I really appreciate it:)
xiaoqi: haha you got so panicked when you gave me the wrong link! hahahaha. already linked.
syafiqah: I knew it was your favourite line. the nightime, of the days..
mary: ): ?
LING: aww LING! I miss your head jerking action even though I used to find it irritating. imissyou!
Duane: HEYYS WEN JUN. ten june is coming up soon.
shaz: haha don't worry shaz. gee you have a blog. so cool. yeah I'm praying right alongside with you. tomorrow is zaki.. stand by my side kay? im scared. haha.
Danial: aww thanks honey. my parents thank you too.
siska: haha yes he does siska you fanatic you.
syafiqah: gahh. like we said, IVLE is just EVIL when you rearrange the letters. now we know that juniorcollege is the cause of recession. sighss.
mary: gee thanks mary rub it in, will ya?
Danial: it just really makes you sad and scared when they give you that "oh no not again" look, doesn't it?
Xiao Qi: OMG I knoww. this song is beyond awesome laa.
suuu: ME LIKES IT TOO. I worship this song. soo heavenly...
syafiqah: I know you're upset about adam but kris is more radio-friendly. don't worry, adam is going to be successful. I know it.
siska: err siska. the fact that you and syaf have conflicting idol favourings is a good reason for you not to provoke her. I mean, she nearly cried during lecture when she found out. hahaha.
asyraf: haha I knew it when I read your first comment that you were joking. of all people to support singaporean television programmes over american televised shows, it's definitely not asyraf kamil. don't worry sweetie, that's a good thing.
siska: yes siska we know that. haha its kinda obvious. and he was joking. don't scare him with your KRIS ALLEN FTW-ness. hahahaha.
mary: omg yeah I noticed it too. oh yeah I remember that well. I'm mozzerella, syaf's cheddar, you're parmesan and siska's blue cheese. she was so angry I was scared to bring it up ever again.
siska: I'm a fan of Kris too. yes let's meet up. oh wait, we already have.
ffariz: I would like to thank my mat for helping my phobos team win the cheerleading competition spiritually. he is really cool.
Nadia: you're a very annoying sister.
asyraf: haha I am damn on for cheerleading, asyraf. it turns me on. hahaha.
siddiq: but mega rewarding too! for all teams. thanks so much SIDDIQ :D you were awesome yourself.
ky: hmm... that's a good theory kuan yong. angels are out of the question. HII KUAN YONG!! HOW ARE YOU MY DEAR?
Sarah: I've always been funny to you Sarah dearest. I miss you whacking me too :)
Nadia: you are still a very annoying sister.
aman: well what else am I supposed to do while studying other than daydream, radyaman?
siddiq: we cleaned up afterwards like good nurtured meridians and citizens. we're good people.
fazz: double gasps! update your blog, mr.britney. I like reading it.
siddiq: she is an ingenious writer and minah. so witty omg. she makes me want to be a minah.
allyy: you're welcome alyah. remind me to hug you back :)
Danial: hahaha! isn't she just amazing? so hilarious.


damn my inefficiency.
there'snophysicslecturetomorrowthere'snophysicslecturetomorrow.

to my dearest alyah,

when life finds you down, show it who's boss and stand back up again. and if not, I will help you find the way. remember, boys will forever be boys. I've been there before, I've had my heart broken. even so, we always manage to find our way back to the places where we belong and have always wanted to be in, but never realised it.

remember, love yourself more than you will love anyone else. don't let love or heartbreak ruin you. because friendship and hope will always be there for you each step of the way. that includes me of course. who's going to be the bitch who'll always be there to make you smile? yupe me.

be strong. if you need to cry, and let go of all the sadness that's consuming you now. remember that I will forever love you and be there for you. :) so don't cry, because it would make me lose it as well. if it makes you feel better, I'll admit I'm a minah for you.

love,
Namira.

The 5 Golden Rules of Minah-ism:

1) A Minah is only a Minah when she denies that she is one.
2) As long as you are a Malay girl, you're automatically a Minah.
3) A Minah is a true Minah if she likes to call other people Minah.
4) Minahs are not necessarily uneducated because they don't speak English, it's a preference.
5) Minah and Minahrep are entirely different things, do not confuse them.

credits to: minahspeak.lj

tahu binte takper.

I'm sooo sleepy.

but today was absurdly fantastic. sighhs. I love my hulabagi.
as we go on.... we remember...

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.

♥♥

HULABAGI

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Siska(HU)

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Mary(LA)

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Syaf(BA)

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