I'm now more at blogspot FYI.
ahahahaha.
So like, if you want to read,
http://naddiemomochie.blogspot.com
mwahchis.
I'm sorry if you followed a link here, or still check this place once in awhile. But to save you the trouble, this place has been compromised. I'm cutting down. Thank you everyone who's kept a secret for me. Everyday I'm blown away that you still bother.
PS: tumble.
I've been asked a few times what my opinion is on the Fitna movie fiasco. Well, as Raed Al-Saeed says, it's easy to take pictures and verses of people, and use it to suggest something about anything. He went on to do it himself, in a reply movie called Schism, which is formatted and styled almost similarly to Fitna. There is no win situation.
People screw up as people, not as Muslims or Christians or Rastafarians. If I don't like a blog, I won't blame boycott bitch and butcher the Internet. How much hate do you need to have to be that irrational?
So after what feels like ages, I finally have my laptop back. And I'm 21.
clarke, minghella. who forgets 2001: space odyssey after watching it? and I remember the intense experience of watching the english patient in the cinema when I was a child, and being thrilled with the movie adaptation of the talented mr. ripley.
hope the aliens find you in space, clarke.
thank you, minghella, for enabling me to discover the joys of movies that don't do all the thinking for me.
What one object/thing would you take if your house were on fire?
I would try and haul my entire bookshelf out the window.Or just throw out armfuls of books.
My cats can save themselves.
My family will be busy saving the one object/thing they could take if the house was on fire.
I would just save my library. My years of book hunting and gifts.
Or risk nightmares of flames feeding on all those pages' sighs, how those words that had always meant so much to me disappear letter by letter, turn away from me turn black, how they droop and curl into nothing.
We played our very first show last Sunday night at ’Ceritaku/Readings’, a gig series run by Bernice Chauly at No Black Tie. Not only were we the only girls onstage, the lineup made our heads bleed: Shaarad Kuttan, Peter Hassan Brown, Reza Zainal, Farish Noor & A. Samad Said. And us. PAK SAMAD OK.
Thank you everyone for showing up and giving overwhelmingly encouraging feedback. It was a lovely crowd, size and response. We are still swooning from being on the same bill as all those intimidating men.
We may not have been political (Shaarad), adorably lucky (Reza Zainal), spontaneously eloquent (Farish Noor) or imbued with the fierce fire of several decades (Pak Samad ok), but it was nice to know that we brought something different to the stage that night.
Thank you Bernice for having us.
Dizzy & The is all systems go, and to prove this we’re headlining a gig in The Arts House, Singapore, on March 10. This means we have to concoct a setlist almost twice as long as last night’s. Come see.
I haven't been at home.
Only two nights away and I'm already feeling a little nostalgic. I've recently felt that way because of my sudden reconciliation with Rafique, but now I'm actually starting to feel a certain loss of...identity? I'm not sure anymore.
I am comfortable physically, but not emotionally. I've been taken care of very well, and in good company. I've been given comfortable beds, sufficient/excess food, even goddamn wifi access, and I have everything I survived on at home with me. Yet I still feel that there's something about my life now that's never coming back.
I spend my days rolling on the floor in front of my laptop, staring and concentrating as if there's anything on when the truth is I've been staring at an empty screen. Sometimes I stop to write something in my notebooks, or read a few chapters of a book. I also stop for meals and to bathe, and maybe a little socializing, but even then most my conversations go on while I'm doing everything else. I don't know what's the point in anything anymore. I can't say I'm disconnected from everything but I feel somewhat...lonely. Empty.
Wanna know the worst part?:
I think I no longer have a home.
About a week ago I got a call from Celebrity Fitness. I'm sure we all know what the phone call was like/about. I've gotten the same call last year and I replied to them the same thing I did last time. But this time it was probably a bit more harsh due to my PMS. This is how it went:
*phone rings*
Me: Hello?
Fucktard: Hi this is [God knows what his name was] calling from Celebrity Fitness, a friend of yours-
Me: Look a hundred of people have been given the same phone call and I know what this is about so save your breath, I understand you're only trying to do your job and I respect that, but I'll do you a favour by picking up the damn phone, and you do me a favour by calling up that friend who gave you this phone number again and tell him or her that I don't need to lose weight to feel good about myself, or that he or she should stop binging on those goddamn J.CO or Big Apple donuts for once.
And I hung up.
I admit this was rather rude. I do however feel strongly about what I said. The only reason we have so many goddamn gyms opening here and there is because you fucking Malaysians can't fucking get over donuts. It's just, donuts. I don't even know why you people are going crazy over them, lining up in long lines just to get them. I, personally, love Krispe Kreme, but I wouldn't want it to open up here in KL. Why? Imagine if it did, it'll ruin the fun, and it won't be special anymore. And the next time I go overseas and see a Krispy Kreme shop I'd probably be sick of seeing it.
How much can I bet with you that only a small quantity of gym members are actually there for fitness and health, while the other part consist of girls obsessed over their favourite fucking celebrities, consciously worried about their after-lipo bodies' shapes or guys wanting that six-pack abs strong arms as if it makes them more of a man. The old folks with bellies that grew with age or alcohol content though, I pity. Poor guys, can't even live the rest of their living years peacefully without their women wanting them to lose weight while they themselves stay at home watching the Asian Food Channel and popping those pills as if it really prevents cancer (and they call us druggies). And the rest of them? Want to shed that extra fat? Do you know why you're there in the first place? Blame it on that Carl's Jr burger you had for lunch, and..WOW I WONDER WHAT WAS FOR TEA!
Seriously though. What's, the fucking, use? Why live like that?
And then a few minutes ago I had this short conversation with my aunt:
Her: I shouldn't be at home I have so much work to do. [whines]
Me: So instead of finishing your work you're...going to the gym?
Me: Pft, why not get donuts while you're at it, since Parade just opened one.
Her: Eh yeah, Big Apple! Mmmm.
And I got up, went to my room and typed this post.
