THE CHRONICLES of NADIA HAHA.

So, Chapter Two of The Chronicles of Nadia (HAHAHAHA caliii and a cool coincidence)
has ended.

Bye bye nad-ee.blogspot.com

I bring you to the new chapter:

CHAPTER THREE
http://pasticheur.blogspot.com
ON SHOVELISTS AND SHOVELISM

Don't be mean, re link! Hahaha.
My tagboard has been transported there.
To those of you who have been loyal to nad-ee I thank you all.
It's time for me to start a new chapter anyway.

I intended to do this announcement this coming Sunday.
But I decided to do it earlier.
'Cause I'm bored.
(And I miss people tagging)

ENJOY LIFE :D

Nadeeeeeea x

200th post.

This is my 200th post.

And today -

I stop blogging.

At least for now. I might surprise you. :)

Watch this space okay? People who know me well know I don't leave people hanging haha.

My firm date.

31st baby!

Happy Birthday Babah.

Rumble rumble - bullet points,

• I deleted that "I can't sleep post" because it annoyed me a lot.

• One or two of you may have noticed that my blogging muse is on the run. I wonder when it will be back. In the mean time, I shall bulletpoint.

• My tagboard has turned into a "Fear of Labour" support group. I declare that males are not allowed to freely express their opinion on there since they never have to go through that pain. Unless you are counting that dude person woman who underwent a sex change.

• 13 more days? Is this actually confirmed? I need to be a given a firm date. My family needs a firm date. I need prepare properly.

• I don't know where to shop. They tell me London. I mean DUH - I'm talking about the things I need to buy here.

• I have to go to the Rimba clinic in a few minutes for the last part of my medical check up.

• I have lost my Visa UK receipt. It should be in my room somewhere. I need to look for it so my parents can get their 2++ bucks back. Aggggh.

• I loveee how much it rained yesterday.

• Downloaded old school songs yesterday that remind me so much of back then. *Reminiscing.

• I have 7zip now. Oh yesss. Back to designing my own blog templates. Just like the old times.

• I want to see my friends. I miss them. (Esp the Gerai Gang!!) *Sniff

• I miss OBBD's Awang Alak Betatar!! HAHA You guys knows who you areee. :D

• I have more bullet points but I am way too lazy right now.
  

OMG COOL.

WHILE I TYPE THIS, THE DATE IS

08/08/08

I Hate Hospitals.

I. Hate. Hospitals.

I hate anything related to hopsitals and clinics. I hate medicine. I hate being prescribed medicine. I hate needles - blood tests, injections and any kind of immunisations. I hate anything related to blood. A lot of blood. And pain. I hate pain, like physical pain. I hate needles, I have mentioned that right? I hate the smell in hospitals. I hate those uniforms they wear in hospitals. I hate ambulances, unless it's an ambulance saving my life, I hate it.

I. Hate. Hospitals.

Some really good stories were written in hosiptals though, and I really enjoy watching Grey's Anatomy. But still...

I. Hate. Hospitals.

I think it runs in the family. My Dad also hates hospitals, even if the only reason we go is to visit a relative who's been admitted, he tries to stay as far away from hospitals as possible. My Dad has health problems, it can't be denied. However, he just REFUSES to go to a hospital. Why? Because, like his eldest daughter, he just despises hospitals. His stomach too, goes queasy at the sight and mention of blood. Therefore, I am allowed to blame my dislike of hospitals on my Dad. It's hereditary. I got it from my DAD!

I remember that biology lesson on child birth with Mr Shuk Shuk. He described all the blood and gore. He described the CUTTING to make certain holes bigger. My Bio seat mate Fai looked over and asked me why I was so pale. Through out the whole lesson I squeezed my thighs shut. It was sickening, that lesson. I still shudder thinking about it, really. After that lesson I swore that I would never put myself in that situation.

My classmates told me: "ARE YOU SURE NADIA? I'm sure you'll change your mind and want a baby someday..."

I am still seventeen people, and still not seeing the beauty in child birth. I mean if a mother gushes over her beautiful baby, fine. Babies are beautiful. They are adorable and just so gnnnnn, ya know. But child birth?! If you're going to tell me that child birth is beautiful you might as well tell me that World War 2 and Hitler killing all the Jews was a splendid musical.

I think my dislike for hospitals triggered my dislike for Biology (No, it wasn't just my B). My dislike for blood, probably also triggered by dislike for Biology. That's why I can't be a doctor or surgeon.

What triggered this post? My grandmother underwent surgery this morning. Nothing serious, she's doing AYE OWH KAY but it just got me thinking about hospitals. To those people pursuing anything under medicine or health, I salute you all for having that kind of mental endurance. I also salute you for being able to handle hospitals. (I. Hate. Hospitals.)

Kreativ Blogger? Thanks Shu, Peng, Sarah, Gbah and Ajmal!

Went through Shu's latest posts and I found he nominated me. Then, I found out that both Peng and Sarah also nominated me!! (EDIT: Also thanks to Geebah and Ajmal. Waowww.) Thanks guys, this means so much because I la la la la loooove blogging.


Wowww! Usually, I am bored by these chain thingies that people do for blogs. But hey, I feel so honoured that I will actually pay attention to this one! These are the people who nominated me: Shu'aib, Peng, Sarah, Gee and Ajmal. Again, thank you guys. This is so awesome of youu!!

Here are the rules:

• You get to put this logo on your blog if I nominate youu.
• Link the person you got this award from (ME!).
• Nominate SIX blogs.
• Put up the links to the blogs.
• Leave a message for the nominees (I'm not sure where but here is my message to my nominees: "HI, I LIKE YOUR BLOGS!")

So the six links that I have chosen areeeeee (Drum roll):

1. Brother Lady
   
2. Nina
   
3. Ajmal
   
4. Gbahness
5. Mahirah
   
6. Zeechan

That was set in no particular order and I judged it based on how much I enjoy reading the blog contents. I wanted to nominate others too, but some I was already warned not to give out their links. Others, I do not know them personally so it would be stalkerish to link them. I didn't nominate the people who nominated me 'cause they've been nominated! Haha. If there is anyone on my list that you feel was unfair to be nominated, and someone else should have been nominated, come to me with a very good case and argument. I may reconsider. Hehe.

Anywayy, THANKS again :D Nadia is happeh happeh this morrrning. :D :D

A conversation with a "frenemy".

Nadia sleeps. Her head is rested on the green pillow and her green blanket envelopes her body. It is evident that her sleep is not peaceful. Cold sweat trickles down her forehead as her body tosses and turns over the sheets. Is it a nightmore she is having? Or is she just dreaming expressively? Maybe she was falling down a steep cliff when someone shakes her awake. At first, she looks annoyed by being disturbed in her sleep, but in truth she is a little bit grateful. Her dream, she dare not repeat it to anyone, was one so horrifying that it made her shiver to even think about it.

She rubs her eyes, her groggy face staring at the person who woke her up. She sweeps her fringe aside to find an old frenemy sitting on her bed. The friend smiles at her but Nadia can not tell; is her enemy smiling to make amends? Or is her enemy giving her a sinister grin? It is way too late at night to try and figure out these complex things. Nadia sits up, adjusts her pyjama top and lays back on to the pillow.

"Oh, it's you," Nadia yawns as she says this, her eyes begging her to go back to sleep but her confused mind will not hear it. Her mind wants to be relieved now.

"Yes, it's me," Her frenemy's grin grows wider. Still, no one has a clue why this old friend smiles so much. The person was a frenemy; both a friend and enemy. A friend to Nadia because she/he has been kind to her at times. There were also times when she/he was cruel to Nadia, hence also an enemy. This was an old frenemy of Nadia's, they go back to a long time ago. They go back to the moment Nadia was born. I introduce you all to an old frenemy of Nadia's: Time.

"What do you want from me?" Nadia groans. Why was it that Time came in her sleep? Couldn't time come another day - perhaps when Nadia was bored and in need of company? Time remains grinning. So, Nadia's conversation with Time starts.

Time: Haha, actually I think you're the one who wants something from me.

Nadia: *Confused* I'm sorry? Me? Want something from you?

Time: Oh come on, you're the one who keeps saying out loud "I wish I had more time."

Nadia: Oh. Erm.

Time: You're leaving soon, I thought I'd help you out a bit.

Nadia: Thanks? I guess...

Time: So, do you want me to slow down?

Nadia: Yeah, but the thing is, sometimes I wish you would speed up too.

Time: Wooah, I can't do both!! Pick one.

Nadia: How the hell do I pick one? I can't pick just one.

Time: Hmmm *Time jumps of the bed and strolls around Nadia's room* There is something I could do for you...

Nadia: What?

Time: Well, I can show you...show you what happens first and then you can decide for yourself if you want me to speed up or slow down.

Nadia: Show me what - woaaah - show me MY FUTURE? No way, no, I can't ask you to do that!!

Time: It's easy really, seeing as we've known each other since you were born, I'll bend the rules for you. I'm not supposed to be allowed to show you...but seeing as you're my favourite human *cough*

Nadia: You mean you can show me my AS level results? And my A2 level results?!

Time: YOU ARE SUCH A NERD!! I can show you the future and all you want to know about is your exam results? Live a little woman! Don't you want to know who you'll marry? Or when or how you'll die?

Nadia: I'm going to get married?! To who?! I get married?!!!

Time: *Shifts uncomfortably* Well...maybe...I don't know I can't tell you...

Nadia: SIGH.

Time: Stop sighing, you waste me when you sigh.

Nadia: Hmmm welllll, if you were to tell me how I die, I could prevent it.

Time: Yeah... but...

Nadia: But what?

Time: But you'll miss out on the other lessons in life. Because the only lesson you'll be interested in is how NOT to die.

Nadia: Oh - hey come on, you were the one who offered to show me my future.

Time: Okay fine, I take that offer back. Listen woman, maybe I shouldn't have come to you.

Nadia: Yeah maybe you shouldn't have. But...

Time: I know, you just want to slow down sometimes, even though you have the urges to speed up.

Nadia: Yeah, because there are somethings I just don't want to lose. I like having some of these things. And I have the feeling I won't have them once I go.

Time: Only I can tell (: Don't worry. If those things are meant to stay, they will stay. If they're meant to go away, I'll be here to help you heal.

Nadia: But I'm so happy with these things.

Time: Well, there's a reason for those things to exist in your life. If it has no reason to stay - it will not stay.

Nadia: SIGH.

Time: Stop sighing!! Look, I gotta go you know, or not, those farmers won't be up to milk the cows and collect the eggs. The fishermen won't be out to catch the fish. The chefs won't be up to cook the breakfast. The papparazzi won't be up to stalk Britney. George Bush won't be awake in time to -

Nadia: Yeah, I get it - I get it. Bye.

Time: Take it easy okay? And I'm sorry if there's not enough of me...or too much of me. I try to run as smoothly as possible. It's not easy being me.

Nadia: It's not easy being me either.

Time: Oh please, I would kill to be you. I mean, not just YOU but I would kill to be ordinary with your ordinary problems. Do you know what it feels like to be me? Oh, I have seen the Tsunami...both the World Wars and -

Nadia: Okay, I get it! Get going already...I want to catch up with my sleep.

Time: Fiiine. I'll see you around my friend. Stop complaining about me.

The conversation ends. Nadia falls back into sleep and when she wakes up, the sun is in the sky and it's a new day. At least one of her friends, she knows is out there being productive.

SIGH.

• I always feel better after sighing.
• It's as if all the tension is released.
• It's like all the negativities get lost once I sigh.
• It's like my head is clear of thoughts that just confuse and anger me.
• It's like sighing is a numbing drug.
• It's like a mechanism to prevent tears.
• It's like finally putting down a heavy load.
• It's like the knots in my head are loosened.
• It's like my worries go away.
• It's like I'm taking in fresh air.
• It's like I'm letting out the toxic air.
• It's like all my emotions summed up into one simple action.
• It's like the war has ended.
• It's like - it's like - it's like - sigh.
• I always feel better after sighing.

Forgive me, but I have to.

I'm sorry but I have to make this post. It's especially dedicated to the STPRI 5As of 2007. My old class, my old family (: A handful of us are jetting off soon, it's pretty exciting and it brings back old times to me. Everyone else is welcome to read it though.

Hey girls,

Do you rememeber those times we wore that green and white checkered skirt, that white green-laced tudong and those white socks in our black shoes? Remember the countless hours we spent sat at our desk in 5A's air conditioned classroom, bent over papers, wracking our brains for answers and all the other crap we stored in there. Some of us were really concentrating, others not - some of us feeling guilty because we did want to concentrate but it was just too hard because the lesson was boring. What were we working so hard for?

We grew close because we competed against each other for the best spot. At break times we hunted down the teachers for answers and marks. After school we stayed back just to do homework or revise. We were never satisfied, our thirst for the marks and excellence so desperate that we did anything to be better than each other. Let's not lie, we liked how our marks was greater than others. Let's not lie, we helped each other beat each other. We were just always so hungry to be the best.

But we were still friends...more than friends...like sisters.

We fantasised together about studying in a top boarding school. We fantasised together about reading our result slips to see the A grades lined up. We fantasised together about scholarships, and going for interviews together. Wow wow wow. What would it feel like to be among those lucky ones? We wondered together. We awed together. It was crazy.

Here we are now. Now that I think about it, secondary school was so simple and straight forward. Now, we're sixth formers. We let in new things in our lives. New people in our lives. It's no longer JUST about our studies and our future. It is NOW our future. It is now about our studies and everything else in life. Good luck to us all.

To my two friends who have recently received shocking news. Don't worry, remember always we worked for this last year. We worked for this and we will grab this chance; don't doubt this choice, not even a little bit. To feel the need for a sitting down and thinking over is normal. To feel the need for crying is normal. Because our dreams are slowly becoming real. It's an out-of-body experience - don't worry my friends, it's all going to be great.

Hidden meanings.

Greetings from K-K-KAYBEE. I am at my uncle's and he has wireless. In Faz's words: Thank God for the genius who invented wireless, and thank God my uncle decided to install it in his house!!

I have been through my friends' blogs and I see that some of them have tried out this "hidden meaning in names" thingy. Out of boredom, I decided to let the internet tell me what the hidden meaning in my name is - because you know, an internet bot totally knows more about me than I do myself. Haha.

Let me pick out a few things the inturrrnet has said about me. The parts in italics are my comments!

I am intuitive and wise. Uh, hell yes? Hahahah!

I understand the world better than most people. Why, thank you for realising that. Finally someone or something that gets me :D

I also have a very active imagination. I guess so, that's why I am lost in my own little worlds sometimes. And I don't realise that I'm just staaaaring into space. I often get carried away by my thoughts. Yeah, that's what I just said.

I AM PRONE TO A LITTLE PARANOIA AND JEALOUSY. Oh My God, that is so true it's unreal!!

You sometimes go overboard when interpreting signals. I DO I DO!!

*Cries

Well, I've learnt my lesson actually, that signals can't be trusted. Some people just need to realise that they send out the wrong signals. STOP SENDING OUT WRONG SIGNALS PEOPLE!!

It says I like my ducks in a row..............................WTF? I don't have ducks, why would I put them in rows? Kidding. I know, that's supposed to mean that I am organised. I am SO the opposite of organised people.

It is apparently easy to get me excited. HMMMM? How would YOU interpret that? (Hahahaha!!)

I have a lot of enthusiasm that fades away quickly. That's not very true...it all depends on what I am enthusiastic about.

I don't stick with one thing for very long. (Internal uh-oh echoes through my head - my blog template can relate to this) I don't know about this really, I can be committed.

You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. Yeah, that actually does sound like me!!

In my sleep.

This came to me in my sleep:

It's the kind of morning where you wake up,
'Cause the sunlight hit your eyes,
And you're just happy inside.

You forget that it rained last night,
'Cause you woke up with a smile,
You're on an unusual high.

There's no need to question this morning,
It's just about being young and thriving,
It's all about being alive and living.

Ignore the burdens, troubles and problems,
Why think about the things that make you sad?
When so many things make you glad.

Tears you shed now feel so stupid,
The point for that is now missing,
Nothing can break down this feeling.

You remember the littlest things - they make you smile,
And boy, do you love smiling,
To yourself; you're grinning and giggling.

Tell them, "This ain't craziness!"
It's just a secret between you and yourself,
It's not like they'll get it.

I miss miss miss creative writing :) And I'm glad I woke up with the decision to do some this morning. Seriously, I hate calling these things that I write "poems" because I don't feel like much of a poet. I need a more appropriate word for these things that I write.

EH, AKU COOL.

KAN AKU COOL?

Actually this is the work of...
the work of...................
the work of.......................................
Hahahahhahahaha.

Edward Silva.

I don't think you've heard of him though.
You know, being not famous and all hahahaha.

Tanglung night and the morning after.

At the airport, waiting for Babah.
Nina is too cool to open her eyes.

Nina, Wana and Nadeeeeeeea.
We look happy but we just wanna get to Bandarrr.
Mana Babah?

IN THE CARR!! We wanna get to Bandar.
The jam was a biznatch!!

Nina yo!

FAYAWERKS! YAY! The view from where I took this was seriously crap.
So we moved to somewhere where the view was awesomeeeee.
I was way too excited to take pics woahkay?
OHHH THEY WERE SO PURRRRTY!!

Babah - hungry and tired.
Carrying his raincoat in a red plastic bag
at the end of his umbrella ella ella eh ehhh.
This made Nina so embarrased.
She kept on yelling "BABAH JANGAN WAH!"

THE MORNING AFTER.
Had to go to a wedding.
Then took my Pak Ngah and Mak Ngah to GIANT.
Cause they 've never been there mann!

Iman and yours truly.

Hyper kali tadi atu?

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Nadee and Deena yawww.

This facial tissue is nice because it is 100% virgin
HAHAAHAHAHAH!!!

Deena needs a new school bottle.

And she wants a Barbie.

OMG SEKSEH BABEHS!

The End :D :D