my really lovely morning
was spent with him.
and at this point of time
im feeling so much for him,

that i want to spend every moment,
with you.

Natasha Bedingfield - Angel.mp3 -

A.n.g.e.l
A.n.g.e.l

Just like a shadow
I'll be beside you
I'll be your comfort
I'm there to guide you home
I will provide you a place of shelter
I want a be your zone
I'll act as if you do
Tell me what you wanted me to do
I'll make you great to be a man
With a woman who can stand
With every promise given
Making vows to please her man

[Chorus:]
If I could be your angel (your angel, your angel)
Protect you from the pain (from the pain, oh)
I'll keep you safe from danger (from danger, from danger)
You'll never hurt again (no more)
I'll be your
A-N-G-E-L
A-N-G-E-L
I'm gonna be your A-N-G-E-L
A-N-G-E-L
I'll be your angel

Just like the moon
I'll step aside
And let your sun shine
While I follow behind
Cause baby what ya got
It is with all the props
You're everything I'm not
I'll act as if you do
Tell me what you wanted me to do
I'll make you great to be a man
With a woman who can stand
With every promise given
Making vows to please her man

[Chorus]

Tell me why there's so many good men
Men in the world misunderstood
He's a dog, he's no good
I wish somebody would
Disrespect my man
You're gonna have to come see me
I go hard for my baby
He's all that I need

So if you got a good one
Put your hands up,
Come on girl and stand up
Go ahead lift your man up
Get up
If you got a good one, put your hands up
Go ahead lift your man up
Get up
If you got a good one, stand up
Come on girl, and stand up

[Chorus]


if you're reading and listening,
this is for you.

the smashing weekday + weekend,
in pictures.

many thanks to those who made it possible,
without them it wouldnt be a brilliant weekday + weekend.
especially syairah,
the mastermind behind it all.

i love them
a million red, green, yellow, and white
smarties.



i got inspired by
the 2 hour cycle in the rain to pasir ris park
on the same weekend
and decided to change the main picture.

nothing beats a bicycle gang of 12
riding in the heavy rain
on the beach
and eating ice cream.



i realised the position i put myself in
while im behind the lenses.
im practically non existent in photographs,
unless i have the come-lets-take-a-picture-together-and-squeeze moments.

but i dont mind not being in pictures.
cause i like seeing the various reactions and feelings of different people
(from the glow of a blushing bride, the euphoria of guys seeing their favourite soccer team score, to the disappointment of a boy who didnt get to play with his cousins cause he had to complete his homework, etc.)

and i love capturing them on camera.

if only i had all the time in the world
i wish i could just sit in a corner of a coffee joint,
and immerse myself in a book, or
people-watch all day long.





its not even halfway through the week
and i have a lot of things in mind,
only god knows.

the post-it on my mirror.

1) check email
2) bring down the dirty clothes
3) bring up the folded clothes
4) recording of student's progress report
5) lesson plan for saturday
6) watch american idol (10pm) and project runaway (11pm)
7) pack the duffel bag for the weekend getaway



i was moving up the ranks
and nearly 7/8 done
when the battery had to die on me!

my eyes went all luxor balls on me,
in various colours of
dark blue
red
yellow
green
black
orange
aqua
white.

you're not alone

together we stand

i'll be by your side,

you know i'll take your hand

when it gets cold

and it feels like the end

there's no place to go

you know i won't give in

no i won't give in.

there was that all-too-familiar yellow car
parked at the courtyard of the
bungalow opposite ours.
woo.

and i got nana all hyped up
thinking our neighbour owned a
lamborghini murciélago.

it turned out to be a
half-a-million-dollar
lotus.

and how could i not recognise it
when i own a lotus elise myself??
(in need for speed, i mean)
heh.

you dont realise what you have,
until you lose it.

after the tearful, sleepless night ..
thanks for making it up
and the entire perfect day.

i love you.

i give you everything that i am

i'm handin' over everything that i've got

cause i wanna have a really true love

don't ever wanna have to go and give you up

stay up till four in the morning and the tears are pouring

and i want to make it worth the fight

what have we been doing for all this time?

baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right.

they say, "be careful of what you wish for."

and right now i wish so hard

that i was never granted the wish.

because i know

that i wont wake up to his lovely face,

ever.

i just typed out an entire post and my laptop just hung on me. my stomach is growling and ozzy osbourne's mr crowley is still playing in my head. i can hardly open my eyes thanks to the i-only-slept-at-6.30am-last-night-and-woke-up-5-hours-later. i just realised that i typed this post in a paragraph. whatever. i shall stop ranting (this is the cue where you go, "thank goodness".) 10 peaceful, undisturbed, dreamless hours of sleep will do the trick.

Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head
(Oh) Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead
Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic
With the thrill of it all
You fooled all those people with magic
(Yeah) You waited on Satan's call

Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure
Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport
Uncovering things that were sacred, manifest on this earth
(Oh) Conceived in the eye of a secret
Yeah, they scattered the afterbirth.

goodnight.

last week, it was nenek's voice calling "nasrin!" outside the door.
just a few minutes ago, it was syahir's voice saying, "assalamualaikum!"



i must be hallucinating.

updates.



mocca - live in singapore.

i bet if the boyfriend was there,
he would have just swooned over the lead singer.

ugh.

paintball - at bottle tree park.

"if you find yourself getting shot at, even after you are at the interval of regaining your life, dont be upset or get emotionally unstable. its either - an accidental shot, your enemies are overly too excited or you are a supervisor. so its time for you to do some self-reflecting."

i went to the field,
mentally prepared
for the much-talked-about-pain,
when a paintball hits you at top speed.

i charged to the middle,
fired a few ammo,
ran forward to grab the flag
(the objective of the game),
returned to the starting point ..

.. and none of those whizzing balls
of orange paint hit me.

i decided to do a little self-reflecting nonetheless,
and i conclude:
1) i must have ran faster than the bullet balls
2) no one considered me a threat
3) no one wanted to intentionally hurt me
4) im nice
5) my team members did an excellent job of protecting and covering up for me.

and none of them holds true,
except for no. 5, maybe.

heh.




aza got herself a really nasty black bruise
at the back of her knee,
while shannon bruised her shoulder.

i ended up with extremely muddy
jeans and shoes,
as though i had been out playing touch rugby.

not a scratch though.



buffet lunch - orchid country club
the food was not as great as expected
but it filled our growling stomachs.





AND



to the one who mia-ed
for nearly 2 weeks.
yes, i specially adopted him from the spca for you,
so that nyet will have a friend.


lunch at popeyes'
at the singapore flyer.
one word: yummy!!




i was stuffing myself
with so much food
that i fell ill almost immediately.

when maz dropped me off at woodlands,
i was dragging myself in a 'stoned' state.
upon reaching home,
i retched out what i thought was everything from my stomach.
but i threw up another three times,
emptying the entire contents of my insides.

hit the bed at 9pm.