bombs away

I have an obsession

which Im pretty sure nobody else does

and its a weird one too

It gave me the creeps sometimes just thinking about it

nope

It aint boys

or shoes either

...
nothing close to handbags

and definitely aint food

lately,

Im SO caught up on minesweeper

you know...

that game that practically exists

in every computer since like..

forever

(not to mention that its free)

Im suprised a lot of people didnt know about it

Im blaming my eldest sister

for this weird behaviour of mine

ever since she taught me how to play that game

I could not stop playing

...

There's something intriguing about minesweeper

which I cant figure out

and there I sat

thinking that this game is SO tech-ish...

but

when I think about it again

its just clicking on tiles that are bomb-free

and flag the one that are bombs

and

its not even rocket-science

so much for technology savvy...

It was 8.00 pm

me

sitting in front of the computer

thinking that its still early

( I'd do my homework later)

hey,

feel like flagging some bombs

and win that overly-played game

I always play after dinner

and while Im at it

I might as well do it in the shortest time possible

just to boost my self-esteem

I'd already plan it all

just in case Im bullied by someone

I can just tell it to their face

that I've won intermediate minesweeper

in 5o seconds

(ha!..top that----)

but wait...

such victorious fantasy

will always have potential embarassment

what if some random guy

passing along heard what I said

and thinks Im being delussional

and told me

he'd finished it in 48 seconds...

...

(T_T)

suicidal

Roomie calls me a nerd

ouch!...

which doesnt suprise me...

so, believe it or not

I googled 'nerd' on wikipedia

and found out that..

quote:

'Nerd is a term often bearing a derogatory connotation or stereotype, that refers to a person who passionately pursues intellectual activities( hey, thanks...), esoteric knowledge (what's that?), or other(obscure?) interests rather than engaging in more social or popular activities ( lll- -l). Therefore, a nerd is often excluded from physical activity and considered a loner by peers, or will tend to associate with like-minded people.'

....

The world is a cruel, CRUEL place

(ya hear that roomie!?)

there you go

-it's a rainy day-

The ceiling turned from blue to grey, without warning and without doubt. I lifted my hand above my head to try and touch the painter's masterpiece. The painter, I embraced his hug with a smile even if it suffocates me. His breath felt like virgin ice in early winter, so cold and my cheeks are numb. Even so, I'm overwhelmed with his presence even if it's just for a while. His tears fell from his beautiful eyes to mine, breaking my heart as I know he must leave. Inside, Mum's thunderous footsteps along the corridor whispers, telling me that today is going to take longer than usual to end.

-I wasnt able to fit any of the 'four elements' in because...well, because I chose not to- sorry

haha

A picture's worth a thousand words

well, ok..

I dont think they really meant "a thousand"
it mostly depends on the picture itself

If the picture is a small dot on white paper

I can only guess it to be a horribly drawn ant or somebody testing their new sharpie marker.

...

Just thought of sharing a few pictures I found on the internet that is meant to convey hidden meanings or something like that

I just find them hilarious...

[I do not own the copyright of any of these photographs... I am merely sharing, so dont sue me..]

Did I tell you that one day, chicken eggs are going to rule the world?

here's the proof people...right there.

they're capable of violence beyond our imaginations!!!
Even the most twisted and sick-minded person on earth wouldn't have thought about that.

next..

43% of the world hates twilight. Amongst them are ex-boyfriends, current boyfriends, secretaries, gardeners, Michael Moore, that one cashier, and the popcorn guy at GSC.

So, they started this thing called 'EEW!' which stands for 'eew!!'

and began handing out informative signs (see above) to help preserve justice...for men.

Someone OBVIOUSLY hates school...

nothing else to say

I didnt get this picture at first

but the title was 'nothing to see here..GTFO plz'

oh

ok

hahahahahaha

again,

eggs are killers..

and hit-and-run victims too *quizzical brow*

and my favourite....

lol...

I was drinking barley when I read this

let's just say my mouth was opened before I had time to swallow whatever that was in it

and I havent got the chance to close them 10 minutes later

Eventhough I was laughing uncontrollably

I actually felt sorry for the roaches..

but then again, we havent got a cure for cancer too~

-_-ll

Im stuck with you guys for life...

Again, I have NO IDEA on what to write this week..I've considered writing compositions that is 'sophisticated' and 'smart' like the evolution of man or even the life cycle of a garden snail. But then again, people might think me as weird if I started telling them about the reproduction of snails...(that, and eew!!). So, mum said..quote, "Why dont you write something about how fun and exciting this family is?..." Exciting? Fun?..wow, someone might think she's talking about that ride in Disneyland we went to last year...but what the heck, I decided to give it a try anyway.



I would go to an extent where I can say that my family is...as normal as it can get. Its a mixture of two opposing things. For instance, my family can give me everything I needed and can make me suffocate out of it too. My family is the truest of friends and the worst of enemies.



Let me give you a scenario with my family... Dinner. Everybody should be downstairs no later than mum. If mum calls you from downstairs (meaning you're late), Dad will knock on your bedroom door and with a 45 degrees frown, tells you to go down NOW. haha. God, her dad must be the strict, no nonsense, hardly smiles, obey all rules kind of father with a mustache like Captain Hardcastle minus the vermillion....Nope. Definitely not. I can't really tell you about my dad's character because I dont even know myself. He may be strict but he's also understanding and negotiable. No nonsense?... That's him but he's also the guy who likes to put fries up his nose when the waiter isnt looking. His house, his rules.. no sleeping later than 2 and always make sure that the pillows are neatly placed after watching tv. But I've found out recently that instead of working, dad spent a few days in a week shopping at SOGO, Low Yat, Digital Mall, IKEA, and his favourite...Subang Parade. That explains a lot regarding the sudden delivery of TWO HUGE, PINK bean bags one wednesday evening. Yeah, and he stopped keeping a mustache ever since I told him he looked like a serial killer from CSI Vegas with a mustache.



So, back to dinner. Everybody should be downstairs to help set the dinner table and you're only excused if you've just got back from somewhere and you had to take a shower pronto. Somebody has to take the plates and glasses and put them on the table. Someone have to spoon out the rice on everybody's plates thus this person have to know the correct amount of rice each person eats. One person to prepare the drinks and each night is a different flavour of juice. Once, I tried to be smart saying that we should all drink plain water for dinner. All I got back is a smack on the forehead and the term 'lazy cow'. - -lll ...



Nobody should start eating if everyone is not seated. The fan should not be switched on anytime before so that the food will not get cold... (I know, seriously??). Dinner is like doing a chemistry experiment. Tedious, meticulous and deadly if anything goes wrong. *wink*... Everybody should wash their own plates and help clear the table. Everything should be spotless like the way it was before. Wow, talk about rules and formality, but oddly enough, dinner is the best time of the day for me.



One of the many topics of discussion during dinner is politics, the cars, me, the neighbour's kids, the leak in the upstairs toilet, me, decisions in academic opportunities, pollution, mum's piano lessons, the cats, me and the importance of vegies. No matter how hard I tried to be insignificant and quiet as possible during dinner, a naughty imp will surely stir the topic towards me. The best thing to talk about me?.. My embarassing moments~ Yup. How ironic of my sister to remember every childhood tragedies that has ever occured to me and there's even some that I couldnt recall. But she claimed that it's true as she has lived longer than me and just so happens to be there when it happened. - -lll . . . From the pea stuck in the nostril incident to the time I swallowed colgate, she remembered every single thing and would be glad to have an audience so she can retell them again without fail. help me!!! ... Thus, dinner is when a family communicates and laugh around and make jokes and sometimes being the joke has its benefits. I would'nt trade it for anything.

Unlike any other families that I know, my sisters and I doesnt share a thing when it comes to 'boys'. Just bringing the subject of boyfriends would be sure to cast 'dark' looks and awkward 'ehems!'.... Maybe its just something too personal we dont discuss about it. I've only known about my sister's boyfriend when she announced that she's getting married. It was quite a sight when my future brother-in-law came to see my parents 3 years ago. my eldest sister pre-warned us to not make any noise, stay in the kitchen and dont pop our head out the door to take any peeks at the visitor. Yeah, and dont be weird. She actually said that.. dont-be-weird. It might scare him off. haha


You see, I dont have any brother of my own so its kind of weird when a male figure is going to be a part of the family..haha,i meant, another male figure, I kept forgetting dad is also a guy. -_-ll

We were the worst. I swear there were excessive giggling and listening through doors that night. Ive never seen my other sisters so excited and giddy. Everybody tried to catch a good glimpse of this visitor but all I've got is a sight of the back of his head when he was walking out of the front door. Dang!....

In short, my family is full of love eventhough we never say I love you to one another. We always help each other out in desperate needs. It almost feel like I can count on them for anything. Sometimes your family are not the people you wanted to be with all your life, but they have stucked with you all this times and nobody could be anymore loyal than them. Hey, actions does speak louder than words, and mum was right. Disneyland was fun and exciting.

GREEN is forever

I have to admit that Ive spent the entire day trying to think of a topic for my blog post.What a way to spend my time because I have practically nothing else to do (yeah right~) . Anyway, I decided to write about the environment and nature...(Huraa!)

So there I was, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the tv, one hand holding a half-eaten nugget (my pitiful dinner) while the other is busy flicking through channels after channels. I was about to give up after sampling a ridiculous malay drama, and what do you know...there is something worth watching on tv these days. Ive flicked to something called GO GREEN and its a show thats basically about companies that made furniture from recycled stuff and etc.

Ya'll might think that this might be the dullest show ever in existence but its not...It actually gave me inspiration..

Ive never considered myself as the type of person that really puts forward the environment in any part of my life. Heck! I even showered longer than everyone else and there's never any remorse when I let the water run freely into the drain. I just know that somebody's gonna yank the shower curtains and tell me that some poor family is dying of dehydration because of my 30 minute bath and at the same time giving me a sharp smack in the face. - -lll

The people in the tv show practically done the world a big favour, and how I envy them!! They spent a lot of years building this small companies that made affordable, recyclable and trendy furnitures so that the world doesnt have to cut any more trees in their favour... Ive always wondered whether being an architect could help make the world a better place. Of course, there's something called the 'Green Building' or some other thing with the word green in front that could help sustain the future.

Having a dad that works at Sime Darby and the usual phrase stamped in front of the company's brochures and pampletes... "Developing a Sustainable Future" littered everywhere inside my house, I kind of spent some time reading this brochures in the hope of understanding what it is daddy does at work. It turns out they're doing stuff that sustains the future. Go figure. And just yesterday, the whole and Architecture group watched the time-consuming, and rather successful documentary "Bowling For Columbine". Thus, this whole week has increased my closure towards nature. And how we should not kill people out of fun, profit or even mental retardation. Yeah. And dont buy guns.

I would embrace this sudden change inside of me as a sign that the world needs helping. Maybe my attitude towards nature could change if there's another event related to nature in the coming week. But one thing is for sure though, I took my shower 10 minutes shorter than usual that day.

http://www.sundancechannel.com/thegreen/#/bigIdeas:landing

eyes are a deadly tool

If I didnt have a passion for drawing, art and being weird

I'd take psychology...

go ahead.

Snort. Chuckle.

or do whatever it is your eyebrows do

when you're suprised....

Ive noticed that I like analysing people

back when I was 10

I have a gist for reading facial expressions

so sometimes people ended up annoyed because
my attitude can change so drastically

after talking to them

let's just say that I can tell if that person
doesnt really want to talk to me

and I was hurt because they're being dishonest

[BE WARNED!: do not approach and demand

me to predict what you're thinking....

The inner eye does not see upon request~

Im not a psychic

besides, it's deathly annoying]

you can gag anytime now Nadira...

[my roomie disapproves of the word 'psychic'..

maybe she's allergic to it because she does portray the

symptoms such as excessive snorting and rolling eyes

everytime I said the 'P' word]

I find it very entertaining just sitting somewhere

and watching people live their life

It has occured to me that my hobby

does resemble something of a stalker

but I have no intention of changing to a new hobby

so, deal with it...

In the process of analysing people

the body part that is the most crucial

are their eyes

You can tell a lot from their eyes really

whether they're genuinely excited or just plain bored

whether they're lying to make you feel better about something

whether they're dying to spit something out

but instead they've kept their mouth shut

I guess the proverb

"The eyes are the windows to the soul"

are much likely to be true

I wonder who figured it out first...

That is why....

I always have trouble maintaining eye contact

when it comes to conversing with people

Im not saying that I'd stare at my shoes
throughout an entire conversation

but I would look away after approximately...

6 seconds while talking

Im merely afraid of people analysing

and judging me

Its a lame excuse really, I know...

There's just something on how the eyes lets out

a glint everytime a person sees what they like

or how a small muscle beside an eye twitched

if the person is in disbelieve

or how when the eyelid slows down to a blink

and the blink lasted longer than it should when

a person doesnt really give a damn

on what you think..

sigh~

But I do tend to believe that when something bad happens,

I will blame my faulty skills of reading facial expressions

other than admitting it

[words from the unwise to her circle of friends:

save your eyes if you know what's good for you...]

the world is so messed up

the world is thus changing

for the worst

I have a theory..

for everything that we gain

there's got to be something that was sacrificed

it's like we're paying for the changes that's happening around the world

nobody wants to take the blame

i mean...who does?

everyday, people is living in constant fear

fear of the world they're living in

they fear insecurity

they fear humiliation

they fear trust...

the world is building bigger houses to compare,

higher walls for security...

someone once told me...

people are imprisoned inside their own homes, the walls are not to keep others out but to keep themselves in from any danger

better cars to intimidate others
they pretend to have the modern lifestyles so many sought after

eventhough deep in their heart they dont really want it

nobody dares to answer this question..

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

they follow what they thought was best for them

they follow what others follow

they live how others live

this is how stereotyping begins

the next thing we know

everyone's wearing the same thing

everyone wants to eat the same food

everyone is the same

they're not unique

and that's a shame...

people live their life only to fulfill their physical desires

what they can see on the outside

BMW's, mini coopers, Mercedes

I've seen enough of them to last me a lifetime

I am so grateful the house I grew up in is in this really unpopular place

to hear the questions inquiring the location of such a place

are so common..

I'd rather have neighbours that I actually knew and occasionally talked to

than living in a place that names itself after some sort of fancy tree

or some other sort of famous place

just so the people there can feel good about themselves

I'd rather live in a place where I can be disturbed by the joyous sound of merrymaking during a wedding or festival or a simple family dinner

than a place where the people in it actualy threatens to sue their neighbours for making noise just so they can get their beauty sleep at half-past ten

I'd rather live in a place where the houses are shabby-looking

without the expensive twin gates

and the fancy light from the porch ceiling

because Ive seen them work hard at keeping their houses clean

and they dont need luxurious appliances to be happy

I enjoy watching school kids riding their bikes in the evenings laughing and eating ice-cream, still in their uniforms

than those poor souls that has piano lessons, language lessons, dance lessons, tennis practice, because their parents wants them to as they can afford it

I cannot see a sincere smile in BU anymore

the kind of smile that makes me smile when I see them smile

The contagious one

All I can see is a pre-planned life

where everyone lives everyday until they finally realised it

but it will be too late then...