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noor hasni oneteneightnine

by now, i seem relaxed and up for a laugh, whack in Friday's trip to Sentosa. this was monday. imagine nanasyi's surprised reaction.


I thought directors are always a crackpot, mixing ingredients of human nature like a mad scientist.

So i was waiting for walk the line at 1145 later but i chanced upon snow cake on okto. twas very interesting how it reminded me about the characteristics of people with autism. and i very much admire at how apt they could be in their description of things.

Linda: Have you ever had an orgasm, Alex?
Alex: It has been known.
Linda: It sounds like an inferior version of what I feel when I have a mouthful of snow.



Upside-down flower pot

One giant explosion, complicated interior of the brain. Your mind cuts in before you can actually say anything. This is like playing cards, frustrating games. Then you find yourself doing sharp intakes of bubbly-sounding breaths. See, your happiness could be such an inconvenience headache for some. You thought for once you should've hit the skylight but all you really want is some luck.

Now these all felt like you were gang-banged in the skull and chest and when you came round you're all burnt-out and underaspired.

I was lost and found myself swimming in your mouth.
Garrot Geck for Carrot Cake?

I was in stitches after got carried away in threads of thoughts by spells of fiction.
You know why?

"What did you have for dinner last night, Sylvie?"
"I made some crap."
"You mean crepes? Pancakes."
"Yes, pan-cack."
The hardest thing was to keep a straight face.
.......
"If you do not pay our invoice, sir, we will contact our lawg."
"Your log?"
"Yes, our lawg."
"Your lump of wood?"
"Oh? OK, we will contact our lumpawoo." (in an attempt to say lumpofwood)
"No, you mean lawyer."
"Sorry?"
"Look - I'll write it. L-A-W-Y-E-R."
"Yes, lawg."
"OK, you go ahead and contact your log."
-Stephen Clarke, a conversation between a Brit English Teacher and French students.

I wanted so much to roll on the floor and laugh but I didn't want the other passengers and the bus captain to think that I was some mental case. I have to agree Brits do have a sense of humour, a good deal of it at that. Like how Denise would put it: today's the start of the week and what could be better than a good laugh.



and you know i'm fine
but i hear those voices at night
sometimes they justify my claim






Indisputably Happiest Girl

By now I reckon I had probably spend this week lazing around until yesterday. I wrestled with time when Fatin phoned and I turned to the colour of a boiled-chicken when realised I was very late for our lunch date.

It was Buona Vista and I could do nothing but agonise over how careless I was. My head ached and my shoulders felt like they were glued to my ears. This usually happens when I smell trouble. Of course, everything'd always work out in the end. I came in time to see Fatin and we were off and running and made sure every minute with Amal is savoured.

So I woke up and am immensely pleased at how yesterday turned out to be although the better part of today was spent dreading tuition later and now I'm exhausted from sheer anxiety. But I have to say this, I love Fatin and Amal!
Signs and rules

I am ready to put a full day on foot. Although the morning is mild, I watch the downshifting of light and bask in the reflected light from the corner of the bedroom. This seems even truer of the cavernous dream-like vacation but I only hope that I would not wake up groggily.

That is one way of putting it. Much as how I feel tremendous relief at the new turn of events, there are unpredictable moments where I see a blank wall or a roadblock.

I would prefer if I have had these written on flowered notepaper but here goes.

Dear lovely companions,

I recalled I said this: I will make the world acknowledge my friends a charmer. Now I would name all of you, who includes everyone I know of even if it's a hi and bye affair, my continual solace. We grew and we are fine adults now. Ok I don't like the word adults but face it, I'm turning twenty. Often, we find our lives change with time but a person could get used to it. I had been so lucky. We have to admit there were times when we lost our nerves and stood on slanting floors. We work on the assurance and cast light on them. Then we set out again, by trains or some of us by boats but however we traveled, we all know we would turn up at the other end but by different roads.

I surrender to the beauty, the humour, the light-heartedness and the sweetness of our friendships. I had the time of my lives. You, my companions, remind me of something I once knew but couldn't remember during setbacks. You amused me and reassured me of how I used to carve and not paste a smile on my face.

Although secretly of course I believe we have to slip away at times like this but promise you do not vanish forever and leave clues about the destination and the route you might go.
Age and all that

This shouldn't have started all over again. You have floated past but now you made it seem like it's inevitable.

You don't come back when you leave. There's no denying that a part of me desires to simper admiringly at this bit of real emotion cliche. Only, I had to bolster my defences and keep a mental note to tear my eyes away from your name, words and songs but my thoughts ran on and kept me awake for the rest of the night. I felt the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and at that instant I wanted so much to crouch in my hiding place. That was when I saw your face and you look pained than ever before.

This, in the light of conveying irony. I don't have many possessions but I hope everything would be just as I'd left it.
Alright, I can't hold my excitement now that I am edging closer to the end of school in Ngee Ann.

Ironically, my mood was a little sombre but I managed to heave myself out of bed this morning. It might have been a whole of thirty minutes since my thoughts juggled with the pleasures and perils of this change.There's always this familiar unspoken sentence hung between the reflection on the mirror and myself: why fear of witnessing this creeping confidence dissipated in uncertainty?

At times my words tumbled out manically, compulsively. Often, I am sure the first few words spat out hurriedly without much breath or premeditation. That doesn't make any sense, does it?

They say or I say that these are all of life in its noisy tumble.

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Adopted Trees.

by now, i seem relaxed and up for a laugh, whack in Friday's trip to Sentosa. this was monday. imagine nanasyi's surprised reaction.


I thought directors are always a crackpot, mixing ingredients of human nature like a mad scientist.

So i was waiting for walk the line at 1145 later but i chanced upon snow cake on okto. twas very interesting how it reminded me about the characteristics of people with autism. and i very much admire at how apt they could be in their description of things.

Linda: Have you ever had an orgasm, Alex?
Alex: It has been known.
Linda: It sounds like an inferior version of what I feel when I have a mouthful of snow.



Upside-down flower pot

One giant explosion, complicated interior of the brain. Your mind cuts in before you can actually say anything. This is like playing cards, frustrating games. Then you find yourself doing sharp intakes of bubbly-sounding breaths. See, your happiness could be such an inconvenience headache for some. You thought for once you should've hit the skylight but all you really want is some luck.

Now these all felt like you were gang-banged in the skull and chest and when you came round you're all burnt-out and underaspired.

I was lost and found myself swimming in your mouth.
Garrot Geck for Carrot Cake?

I was in stitches after got carried away in threads of thoughts by spells of fiction.
You know why?

"What did you have for dinner last night, Sylvie?"
"I made some crap."
"You mean crepes? Pancakes."
"Yes, pan-cack."
The hardest thing was to keep a straight face.
.......
"If you do not pay our invoice, sir, we will contact our lawg."
"Your log?"
"Yes, our lawg."
"Your lump of wood?"
"Oh? OK, we will contact our lumpawoo." (in an attempt to say lumpofwood)
"No, you mean lawyer."
"Sorry?"
"Look - I'll write it. L-A-W-Y-E-R."
"Yes, lawg."
"OK, you go ahead and contact your log."
-Stephen Clarke, a conversation between a Brit English Teacher and French students.

I wanted so much to roll on the floor and laugh but I didn't want the other passengers and the bus captain to think that I was some mental case. I have to agree Brits do have a sense of humour, a good deal of it at that. Like how Denise would put it: today's the start of the week and what could be better than a good laugh.



and you know i'm fine
but i hear those voices at night
sometimes they justify my claim






Indisputably Happiest Girl

By now I reckon I had probably spend this week lazing around until yesterday. I wrestled with time when Fatin phoned and I turned to the colour of a boiled-chicken when realised I was very late for our lunch date.

It was Buona Vista and I could do nothing but agonise over how careless I was. My head ached and my shoulders felt like they were glued to my ears. This usually happens when I smell trouble. Of course, everything'd always work out in the end. I came in time to see Fatin and we were off and running and made sure every minute with Amal is savoured.

So I woke up and am immensely pleased at how yesterday turned out to be although the better part of today was spent dreading tuition later and now I'm exhausted from sheer anxiety. But I have to say this, I love Fatin and Amal!
Signs and rules

I am ready to put a full day on foot. Although the morning is mild, I watch the downshifting of light and bask in the reflected light from the corner of the bedroom. This seems even truer of the cavernous dream-like vacation but I only hope that I would not wake up groggily.

That is one way of putting it. Much as how I feel tremendous relief at the new turn of events, there are unpredictable moments where I see a blank wall or a roadblock.

I would prefer if I have had these written on flowered notepaper but here goes.

Dear lovely companions,

I recalled I said this: I will make the world acknowledge my friends a charmer. Now I would name all of you, who includes everyone I know of even if it's a hi and bye affair, my continual solace. We grew and we are fine adults now. Ok I don't like the word adults but face it, I'm turning twenty. Often, we find our lives change with time but a person could get used to it. I had been so lucky. We have to admit there were times when we lost our nerves and stood on slanting floors. We work on the assurance and cast light on them. Then we set out again, by trains or some of us by boats but however we traveled, we all know we would turn up at the other end but by different roads.

I surrender to the beauty, the humour, the light-heartedness and the sweetness of our friendships. I had the time of my lives. You, my companions, remind me of something I once knew but couldn't remember during setbacks. You amused me and reassured me of how I used to carve and not paste a smile on my face.

Although secretly of course I believe we have to slip away at times like this but promise you do not vanish forever and leave clues about the destination and the route you might go.
Age and all that

This shouldn't have started all over again. You have floated past but now you made it seem like it's inevitable.

You don't come back when you leave. There's no denying that a part of me desires to simper admiringly at this bit of real emotion cliche. Only, I had to bolster my defences and keep a mental note to tear my eyes away from your name, words and songs but my thoughts ran on and kept me awake for the rest of the night. I felt the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and at that instant I wanted so much to crouch in my hiding place. That was when I saw your face and you look pained than ever before.

This, in the light of conveying irony. I don't have many possessions but I hope everything would be just as I'd left it.
Alright, I can't hold my excitement now that I am edging closer to the end of school in Ngee Ann.

Ironically, my mood was a little sombre but I managed to heave myself out of bed this morning. It might have been a whole of thirty minutes since my thoughts juggled with the pleasures and perils of this change.There's always this familiar unspoken sentence hung between the reflection on the mirror and myself: why fear of witnessing this creeping confidence dissipated in uncertainty?

At times my words tumbled out manically, compulsively. Often, I am sure the first few words spat out hurriedly without much breath or premeditation. That doesn't make any sense, does it?

They say or I say that these are all of life in its noisy tumble.

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