excuse me sir, my drink wasn't announced.
Sunday, October 18, 2009/12:16 AM
I just know I have to blog today because I brought the school's laptop home and typing on it makes me feel superior, heartless and stuck-up. So this is how my General Paper teacher feels like everyday.
I've always wanted to stay online until really late and use the laptop in my room. But my parents never allowed it because they thought I would do bad things if I escaped their watchful eye. Which if funny when you think about it because the language I use on my blog doesn't really scream 'I'm a good girl' don't you think? I really thank the heavens that my parents do not express any significant interest towards my blog. Otherwise, I'd be sent to a full-time madrasah or something.
Today was chillin' day with the hulabagi girls. Me and Syaf agreed that this was a good way to distress after a whole lot in-your-face promos. We ate at 18 chefs which is this restaurant at the first floor of EastPoint at Simei. There was this really mean makcik that refused to put cheese on top of my sphagetti. I was really lazy to choose the three step thing (you have to go there to understand) so I just wanted pasta. The hulabagi girls know how picky I am with my food. Pasta must have cheese on top of it. When I asked her really sweetly whether I could have some cheese she just dismissed me with a curt 'No.' I was really upset after that.
But the food really cheered me up. The sphagetti (with a whole lot of cheese powder as my only substitute all over it) was exceptional. The staff, other than you-know-who, were really friendly. The girls' pasta looked really tasty and I'm sure as hell that they enjoyed it. The whole mood of the restaurant was really happy what with the nostalgic love songs from the nineties and the top-notch original art that made the restaurant no less that spectacular.
A really original concept and great food. What could possibly go wrong at 18 chefs?
Five stars all the way.
We decided to diss the Simei scene and head backwards to Tampines after that. At Tampines1, the girls hungrily shopped at Diva, Dorothy Perkins followed by Topshop and Uniqlo. I realised something odd whilst accompanying them shopping. I, Namira Nasir, shop like a guy. I'm not the kind to go out on a shopping date on impulse with absolutely no idea on what to buy. I only shop for clothes when I really need them. Otherwise, I have absurdly no motivation to shop whatsoever. I really feel uncomfortable with just walking around aimlessly and pretending to be interested in the clothes in front of me. However, I really did enjoy looking at syaf siska and mary shop so happily, frolicking from one clothes rack to another.
I saw really sexy black leather gloves and adorable maryjanes at Topshop though. There was also this stunning biker's jacket which I am going to buy one day. The delicious tops at Topshop are wonders to look at. I just love Topshop. It is my favourite store. Most of the stuff they sell there have this twinge of the eighties scene which I absolutely lust for in clothes. Those bright colours and crisp designs are just amazing. I love Topshop also because it has white floors. I love white floors.
After a heartfelt farewell to Siska, I went to COMICSCONNECTION, which was my dorothy perkins at the time, because I was on the hunt for superjunior merchandise. The girls simply do not understand my passion for superjunior. Haha, only connie, xiaoqi, sherly and suu understand at this point. I left the store with a BEAUTIFUL pink mirror that had three seperate pictures of the boyband. I couldn't be happier. The girls were happy too that I managed to find something I wanted.
After that, we went home. As we sat at the 359/88/3 bustop at whitesands, I couldn't help but sadly and fondly remember the times when we used to sit at the exact spot wearing our secondary school uniforms only a year ago. The times when we manage to meet up come once in a while and that makes me sad.
I can't help but feel lonely tonight. I don't know how I could feel such an emotion after such a splendid day. But, I've taken two doses of reality and despite having many friends, I never actually did realise how lonely I am. You should have seen the smirk I just gave. I make myself laugh. I'm spluttering out nonsense. Why should I wallow in self-pity? I'm really pathetic. I don't understand myself at all.
People who overimagine, tend to die early because they lie to themselves and God says that we aren't supposed to lie.
I've always wanted to stay online until really late and use the laptop in my room. But my parents never allowed it because they thought I would do bad things if I escaped their watchful eye. Which if funny when you think about it because the language I use on my blog doesn't really scream 'I'm a good girl' don't you think? I really thank the heavens that my parents do not express any significant interest towards my blog. Otherwise, I'd be sent to a full-time madrasah or something.
Today was chillin' day with the hulabagi girls. Me and Syaf agreed that this was a good way to distress after a whole lot in-your-face promos. We ate at 18 chefs which is this restaurant at the first floor of EastPoint at Simei. There was this really mean makcik that refused to put cheese on top of my sphagetti. I was really lazy to choose the three step thing (you have to go there to understand) so I just wanted pasta. The hulabagi girls know how picky I am with my food. Pasta must have cheese on top of it. When I asked her really sweetly whether I could have some cheese she just dismissed me with a curt 'No.' I was really upset after that.
But the food really cheered me up. The sphagetti (with a whole lot of cheese powder as my only substitute all over it) was exceptional. The staff, other than you-know-who, were really friendly. The girls' pasta looked really tasty and I'm sure as hell that they enjoyed it. The whole mood of the restaurant was really happy what with the nostalgic love songs from the nineties and the top-notch original art that made the restaurant no less that spectacular.
A really original concept and great food. What could possibly go wrong at 18 chefs?
Five stars all the way.
We decided to diss the Simei scene and head backwards to Tampines after that. At Tampines1, the girls hungrily shopped at Diva, Dorothy Perkins followed by Topshop and Uniqlo. I realised something odd whilst accompanying them shopping. I, Namira Nasir, shop like a guy. I'm not the kind to go out on a shopping date on impulse with absolutely no idea on what to buy. I only shop for clothes when I really need them. Otherwise, I have absurdly no motivation to shop whatsoever. I really feel uncomfortable with just walking around aimlessly and pretending to be interested in the clothes in front of me. However, I really did enjoy looking at syaf siska and mary shop so happily, frolicking from one clothes rack to another.
I saw really sexy black leather gloves and adorable maryjanes at Topshop though. There was also this stunning biker's jacket which I am going to buy one day. The delicious tops at Topshop are wonders to look at. I just love Topshop. It is my favourite store. Most of the stuff they sell there have this twinge of the eighties scene which I absolutely lust for in clothes. Those bright colours and crisp designs are just amazing. I love Topshop also because it has white floors. I love white floors.
After a heartfelt farewell to Siska, I went to COMICSCONNECTION, which was my dorothy perkins at the time, because I was on the hunt for superjunior merchandise. The girls simply do not understand my passion for superjunior. Haha, only connie, xiaoqi, sherly and suu understand at this point. I left the store with a BEAUTIFUL pink mirror that had three seperate pictures of the boyband. I couldn't be happier. The girls were happy too that I managed to find something I wanted.
After that, we went home. As we sat at the 359/88/3 bustop at whitesands, I couldn't help but sadly and fondly remember the times when we used to sit at the exact spot wearing our secondary school uniforms only a year ago. The times when we manage to meet up come once in a while and that makes me sad.
I can't help but feel lonely tonight. I don't know how I could feel such an emotion after such a splendid day. But, I've taken two doses of reality and despite having many friends, I never actually did realise how lonely I am. You should have seen the smirk I just gave. I make myself laugh. I'm spluttering out nonsense. Why should I wallow in self-pity? I'm really pathetic. I don't understand myself at all.
People who overimagine, tend to die early because they lie to themselves and God says that we aren't supposed to lie.
namie: hey mary what's your GPA?
mary: (says a really high GPA but I'm scared she doesn't want me to say it here.) JC also got GPA is it?
namie: no our GP: U.
syaf: OMG NAMIRA GOOD ONE!
mary: ....
(thanks feefee for this joke.)
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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