and i wanna let the pain go away.


The Lakehouse today,my dosage of a sappy love story.And a good thing that instead of a gent,Shaz was sitting beside me.The poor boy will be soaking wet at the end of the movie,from all my tearing.

Anyway,the movie reminded me of the time when I watched A Walk to Remember.And who could forget Pretty Woman.Movies that gave me hope,that true love will prevail.


But will it?


- - - -
I know what I've said and I take it back now.I'm unable to be as ignorant as you are about the issues entwining us.Never has it cross my mind that we'll turn out like this.Not knowing and so unsure of everything,or anything,pertaining us.What's worst is not doing anything about it.


It also sucks knowing how much you don't feel the same way towards me,as I do towards you (in a platonic-relationship sense).Yesterday's happiness will never cover for today's sorrow.And that part about you taking me for granted?Thanks for making me feel like shit,boy.

We'll never be friends.

So now,let time be on my side.Round and round the clock hands will go and before I know,the episode would be over (yet again).There'll be no more excessive thoughts,no more tears..no more counting on you for some loving.


In due time..any jolt of memory of you will bring my heart to boil,with toxic from all that hatred.You'll be of no concern to me and will be as insignificant,as a used tissue is.

<3 nis

blind or ignorant?

Is it really that difficult to see that I actually care for you,at least more than I should be doing so?Is it so hard to see that maybe what I'm doing,is to make up for yesteryears's mistake?

Are you just blind?
Or are you being all ignorant?
Answer me,boy.

Because your silence brings so much more pain than when your words spill.And it's these silent tears of mine that hurt,not the ones that I could sob away.

Sheikh Ahmad Deedat

How Sheikh Ahmad Deedat (his biography) counters a question about polygamy in Islam (the video).

it's so bloody hard.

Too much pain have been lurking around that I might just have lost the meaning of genuine happiness.There are times when I wish I was blonde or at least oblivious to certain issues.I should allow myself to be immerse in clouds,with the help of The Sleep monster,more often.

Seeking some comfort from you,would be out of the question.Like asking for some bananas from a coconut tree.And to even start with,it's not as if you care.

I want to let go.
And here,"want" is the key word.

She still has no idea who to bring to "The Lakehouse".

It was a coincidental experiment.What's crucial about this one though,it not being one of my many random doings,is that it's made me realise something.

This dreadful thing between us has nothing to do with my capability.The disturbing issue here is in fact..the person I'm with.There'd be so much of a difference if it was just somebody,or anybody else,other than you.

It's trigger-happy mode when I'm with you.

There isn't any certainty to the happiness but you could bet on the aftermath.Scarring your name on my skin,left it burning like acid.

Why have I not become immune to this pain and you?It's been so long and so routine that there should be the art of it already.Yet I'm far from learning my lesson.Would leaving everything behind,be a silly mistake on my part.

Should I even be thinking?

This is my attempt at being subtle about my love life.

It's a task to blog about a very happy day (ie birthday),when you're in such a rotten mood.So I'll just summarise how my birthday went by saying,"It's always good when you have the people you love around."

Pictures will be up soon.Say another 5years or so?

I've pretty much been on a rollercoaster of emotions,considering the things that I've secretly been through.Whatever that's on surface,is hardly the whole picture.And you needn't bother asking since all you'll get are lies.

At times like these,you'd wish you have livejournal.

That martini of lust.

All that worry,
was because you went out of line.
It wasn't a necessity,
just a wastage of time.

It didn't take long,
before there were tears.
Next thing I know,
I had new found fears.

But there you were,
offering me that little glass.
Down went the martini,
full brim with lust.

Have I mentioned,
about how dangerous you can be?

I want to sleep.
I need to sleep.

But I can't.


Because my dad's not back yet,when it's already 4-FUCKING-AM.Not my mum,my brother or me have any idea as to where he is.The best thing is,the only form of communication with him has been switched off.

As soon as he comes back,you bet I will give him a piece of my mind.The normal speech he'd usually give to me when I come home late,despite calling them to tell them I'd be late.And with this one,I'll add in abit of my own.

So much so it'd stay in his mind.

I'VE CAUGHT POTC ALREADY!

Who cares if it wasn't as fab as the first?Isn't it obvious that a third will be coming out soon,letting us swoon all over again for Johnny and Keira (and maybe Orlando).

And guess what everyone.
The ex bf asked me out.

Story is he'll be jogging with his friend at ECP,when he lives in the midst of Bedok and Simei (don't ask me why because I don't know).So here's the thing.

He doesn't know as to whether his friend will be able to get his ass all the way to ECP and if that doens't happen,he'll meet me.But if they are meeting,he said I could drop by if I wanted to.

He said it was a "making-up-for-Nisa's-birthday".I think of it more like "make-up-for-lack-of-plans-so-call-Nisa-out" and you couldn't really blame me,can you.


Fine.I'm being a petty bitch.
But I'm merely going because I'm craving for Mac's breakfast <3

let go.

You know something's wrong inside,when you cry over Ashley Parker Angel's "Let go".

It's beautiful,btw.

is it already time for smiles?

You could see the faces of relief ,as soon as everyone got out of their respective CATS rooms.I was just happy that even with all the last minute,we got really positive comments from our teacher.

So that makes 2projects down,2 more to go.

July is the month where birthdays seem endless.In my secondary 2 class itself,there were about 20 people in 2weeks.But just in case any of the July babies I know who are reading this,be it belated,this every moment (like Melissa Soon) or in advance..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I ought to have a column for reminders and random notes.And I need a timetable for the much studying that's needed to be done.

so shoot me now.

something she was not says:

the next time i send a text to --------

something she was not says:

slap me

you're worth the wait though i guess. says:

thats the 10th time you said that

something she was not says:

AH FUCK

something she was not says:

SHOOT ME LA

This just shows as to how much of a loser I can become,trying so fucking hard.

throw hugs in her way.

Dizzy spells and the urge to purge.
I feel bloody horrible.

Where are all my favourite people?:(

Someone please just throw hugs in my way.
Please.

trying,
doesn't necessarily mean instant success.

They say you never know till you've tried your best.

So I have..

And it should have hit me earlier.There shouldn't even have been any trying in the first damn place.Why try when it wouldn't ever be acknowledged?

I amaze myself sometimes.Look at how I allow myself to drive alongside stupidity and stubborn-ness.The obvious was smacked in my face when he said,"My love for you somehow fades away" (please ignore his slightly bad english).

But would Nis listen?No sireee.So everyone..You can now laugh while she cries over one-sided issues that to begin with,never really existed.

Oh but let's make it clear,shall we?I don't still love/like him and it's the same on his side.The issue really lies as to whether I still care as much as I do the last time round.When I was dillusional (and extremely dumb),I actually thought he gave two hoots about me.HAH.

Anyway here's something I find highly amusing.



I don't really know why though.



{p/s} Yes,it was done by me.

{p/ss} I'm in need of a good sappy love movie (like The Lakehouse) to make myself cry.And also POC (Pirates of the Carribean).Someone please go with me?

the late ishak ahmat.

Mum used to tell me of how the good ones always leave us first.He was one of the best malay comedians around,who actually made me laugh my guts out (mind you,not many malay jokers are capable of that).

Ishak Ahmat (1956-2006)
Al-fatihah.Amin.

guess it wasn't meant to be.

Sometimes I don't think I mean as much to you than I'd like to be.

I'm so over being blue,
crying over you.

(Using the computer in my parent's room lacks privacy, but there really isn't much of a choice.The one in my brother's room,which I always use,has a sick keyboard.When you press 'b',the computer registers as 'twh' or something.)

Savrina's back,everyone!So please call her up if you have time to spare.Apparently,she's so bored that she's thinking of working in Mrs Fields.

Other than that,I've lost alot of thoughts from losing all ability to type something/anything on the other computer.

I shall go create some art to make myself a happy girl again.And maybe..I'll call you too (just to find out whether you've been okay in hanging out,since yesterday's "OK" didn't sound convincing).



I'm so over being blue,
crying over you.

very complicated huh?

It was as good as not meeting you,since we were with your friends.There's an irony to top it off.There was more talking done with your friends,who I just met,than you.

- - - -

You said,"we're very complicated".

Dear boy,is that the best you can say?It's merely stating the obvious,which you have just realised and I have known forever.

My brain has registered the fact that whatever we're having now,isn't going anywhere prettaye.Despite that,the best action I could come up with is not think (as much as I can or better still,not at all).Curiosity only killed the cat and we all don't want that to happen now,would we.Besides,all that thinking would only do more harm than good.

So maybe it's time for your brain cells to deplete.

my phone hated me.

Never did I expect the lost to occur in such a short span of time.And now,it'll be too late for any cherishing or appreciation.


My phone's gone.


Maybe because it hated me as an owner.So it decided to slip out of my pockets and hope for another to come by,slipping it into his/her trousers.And you know what sucks the most?

Losing all those precious messages,bearing the name of that someone.Those that have him text-ed words which he'd never be able to say eye-to-eye.

Then again,maybe it's a blessing in disguise.

God has probably acknowledge the tears that I constantly drip,an aftermath of many thoughts of you.Maybe he's giving me a sign.That meeting you would only open doors to pain and misery.

Or it could be the cries for a new phone.


Dear God,forgive me for uttering your name in such a way.

so let me cry now.

Sounds easy enough to drain away all that emotion through the pencil,letting it run around your canvas.Then behold!A magnificent piece with your thoughts randomly said,not with words,but art.

Sounds easy.

No longer is there such energy for a grip on the tool,what's more create art.Funny how a single message could change your laughter from "Whose Line Is It Anyway" to painful tears trickling down your cheeks.

How is it possible to seek comfort from you?When I should be keeping my distance,directing the pain away from my very fragile heart.

It's my turn.
"I don't know."



So let me cry now.

je'taime?

Do you know that talking to you yesterday till 4am,learning french and all,was a very sinful thing..

This sucks.
But I think I miss you.



Another happy note:


You're looking at one of the new GLs for the LSCT camp:)

so give me some loving.

Everytime I try,
it gets harder to breathe.
As the tears trickle down,
there's a realisation of my lack of sanity.

These thoughts twist and tangle,
sparing me no mercy.
And without you,
makes everything else cloudy.

Give me a hand,
give me some loving.
Doing it alone,
is as good as nothing.

no reason.

When shit or things happen,it's because of the circumstances around us.That would be the provider of the reasons,that would explain as to why we end up in nasty situations.

When it's something out of your own will,reasons are not necessarily needed.

Do you justify every puff you take or every girl you've wanked?I don't think so.

So really,spare the seminar.
I do NOT need a reason.

A typical convo of 2 HLM students

it's always one-way.

Looking through that file we had together,the meaning of it all should have hit me earlier..

always "NisloveYou",
never "YouloveNis"

It also has just occured to me that it's already the month of July.In fact,it's already into the third day.Weeks afterwards would be my call to enter the world of legality.

Funny though.Why do I have a feeling that it isn't going to be as merry as it should be...

my paparazzi.

There's a 22year-old faggot in my class,who wants to be Mr Oh-I'm-mature.He also happens to be a groupmate of mine for Taxonomy project (he asked to pair up,but I dragged Jonathan along).

He's also my paparazzi.

Because today,I found sneaky pictures of me (think: desperate photographer taking glimpses of celebrity).There were also shots of Iqbal (my classmate),but his were obviously posed for.

And you know what his best excuse was?

That he actually had shots of other people but they weren't that nice.So he deleted them away and was left with shots of me and Iqbal. (FYI: not exact words,but something along the line)

You know what I say?Bullocks.
Fucking bullocks.

because of the different beliefs.

Must everything have a reason?

You probably don't know how much,I appreciate you being there for me all the time.From calling you out for dinner,to lending me that shoulder to cry on.

Yet with every relationship,
comes dirty laundry.

A side of me you've never seen and I dare not show,has made me resort to playing split personalities with you and that clique of ours.

Then as we settled and bare it all,
I realised that the real reason is because:


Our beliefs are different.

The very essence to an understanding,had already been tappered with.

25o788;NP-HLM
[msn] silverbubble_gal@hotmail.com

-
I always wonder what it'd be like..
To be able to sleep amongst the clouds.

and i wanna let the pain go away.


The Lakehouse today,my dosage of a sappy love story.And a good thing that instead of a gent,Shaz was sitting beside me.The poor boy will be soaking wet at the end of the movie,from all my tearing.

Anyway,the movie reminded me of the time when I watched A Walk to Remember.And who could forget Pretty Woman.Movies that gave me hope,that true love will prevail.


But will it?


- - - -
I know what I've said and I take it back now.I'm unable to be as ignorant as you are about the issues entwining us.Never has it cross my mind that we'll turn out like this.Not knowing and so unsure of everything,or anything,pertaining us.What's worst is not doing anything about it.


It also sucks knowing how much you don't feel the same way towards me,as I do towards you (in a platonic-relationship sense).Yesterday's happiness will never cover for today's sorrow.And that part about you taking me for granted?Thanks for making me feel like shit,boy.

We'll never be friends.

So now,let time be on my side.Round and round the clock hands will go and before I know,the episode would be over (yet again).There'll be no more excessive thoughts,no more tears..no more counting on you for some loving.


In due time..any jolt of memory of you will bring my heart to boil,with toxic from all that hatred.You'll be of no concern to me and will be as insignificant,as a used tissue is.

<3 nis

blind or ignorant?

Is it really that difficult to see that I actually care for you,at least more than I should be doing so?Is it so hard to see that maybe what I'm doing,is to make up for yesteryears's mistake?

Are you just blind?
Or are you being all ignorant?
Answer me,boy.

Because your silence brings so much more pain than when your words spill.And it's these silent tears of mine that hurt,not the ones that I could sob away.

Sheikh Ahmad Deedat

How Sheikh Ahmad Deedat (his biography) counters a question about polygamy in Islam (the video).

it's so bloody hard.

Too much pain have been lurking around that I might just have lost the meaning of genuine happiness.There are times when I wish I was blonde or at least oblivious to certain issues.I should allow myself to be immerse in clouds,with the help of The Sleep monster,more often.

Seeking some comfort from you,would be out of the question.Like asking for some bananas from a coconut tree.And to even start with,it's not as if you care.

I want to let go.
And here,"want" is the key word.

She still has no idea who to bring to "The Lakehouse".

It was a coincidental experiment.What's crucial about this one though,it not being one of my many random doings,is that it's made me realise something.

This dreadful thing between us has nothing to do with my capability.The disturbing issue here is in fact..the person I'm with.There'd be so much of a difference if it was just somebody,or anybody else,other than you.

It's trigger-happy mode when I'm with you.

There isn't any certainty to the happiness but you could bet on the aftermath.Scarring your name on my skin,left it burning like acid.

Why have I not become immune to this pain and you?It's been so long and so routine that there should be the art of it already.Yet I'm far from learning my lesson.Would leaving everything behind,be a silly mistake on my part.

Should I even be thinking?

This is my attempt at being subtle about my love life.

It's a task to blog about a very happy day (ie birthday),when you're in such a rotten mood.So I'll just summarise how my birthday went by saying,"It's always good when you have the people you love around."

Pictures will be up soon.Say another 5years or so?

I've pretty much been on a rollercoaster of emotions,considering the things that I've secretly been through.Whatever that's on surface,is hardly the whole picture.And you needn't bother asking since all you'll get are lies.

At times like these,you'd wish you have livejournal.

That martini of lust.

All that worry,
was because you went out of line.
It wasn't a necessity,
just a wastage of time.

It didn't take long,
before there were tears.
Next thing I know,
I had new found fears.

But there you were,
offering me that little glass.
Down went the martini,
full brim with lust.

Have I mentioned,
about how dangerous you can be?

I want to sleep.
I need to sleep.

But I can't.


Because my dad's not back yet,when it's already 4-FUCKING-AM.Not my mum,my brother or me have any idea as to where he is.The best thing is,the only form of communication with him has been switched off.

As soon as he comes back,you bet I will give him a piece of my mind.The normal speech he'd usually give to me when I come home late,despite calling them to tell them I'd be late.And with this one,I'll add in abit of my own.

So much so it'd stay in his mind.

I'VE CAUGHT POTC ALREADY!

Who cares if it wasn't as fab as the first?Isn't it obvious that a third will be coming out soon,letting us swoon all over again for Johnny and Keira (and maybe Orlando).

And guess what everyone.
The ex bf asked me out.

Story is he'll be jogging with his friend at ECP,when he lives in the midst of Bedok and Simei (don't ask me why because I don't know).So here's the thing.

He doesn't know as to whether his friend will be able to get his ass all the way to ECP and if that doens't happen,he'll meet me.But if they are meeting,he said I could drop by if I wanted to.

He said it was a "making-up-for-Nisa's-birthday".I think of it more like "make-up-for-lack-of-plans-so-call-Nisa-out" and you couldn't really blame me,can you.


Fine.I'm being a petty bitch.
But I'm merely going because I'm craving for Mac's breakfast <3

let go.

You know something's wrong inside,when you cry over Ashley Parker Angel's "Let go".

It's beautiful,btw.

is it already time for smiles?

You could see the faces of relief ,as soon as everyone got out of their respective CATS rooms.I was just happy that even with all the last minute,we got really positive comments from our teacher.

So that makes 2projects down,2 more to go.

July is the month where birthdays seem endless.In my secondary 2 class itself,there were about 20 people in 2weeks.But just in case any of the July babies I know who are reading this,be it belated,this every moment (like Melissa Soon) or in advance..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I ought to have a column for reminders and random notes.And I need a timetable for the much studying that's needed to be done.

so shoot me now.

something she was not says:

the next time i send a text to --------

something she was not says:

slap me

you're worth the wait though i guess. says:

thats the 10th time you said that

something she was not says:

AH FUCK

something she was not says:

SHOOT ME LA

This just shows as to how much of a loser I can become,trying so fucking hard.

throw hugs in her way.

Dizzy spells and the urge to purge.
I feel bloody horrible.

Where are all my favourite people?:(

Someone please just throw hugs in my way.
Please.

trying,
doesn't necessarily mean instant success.

They say you never know till you've tried your best.

So I have..

And it should have hit me earlier.There shouldn't even have been any trying in the first damn place.Why try when it wouldn't ever be acknowledged?

I amaze myself sometimes.Look at how I allow myself to drive alongside stupidity and stubborn-ness.The obvious was smacked in my face when he said,"My love for you somehow fades away" (please ignore his slightly bad english).

But would Nis listen?No sireee.So everyone..You can now laugh while she cries over one-sided issues that to begin with,never really existed.

Oh but let's make it clear,shall we?I don't still love/like him and it's the same on his side.The issue really lies as to whether I still care as much as I do the last time round.When I was dillusional (and extremely dumb),I actually thought he gave two hoots about me.HAH.

Anyway here's something I find highly amusing.



I don't really know why though.



{p/s} Yes,it was done by me.

{p/ss} I'm in need of a good sappy love movie (like The Lakehouse) to make myself cry.And also POC (Pirates of the Carribean).Someone please go with me?

the late ishak ahmat.

Mum used to tell me of how the good ones always leave us first.He was one of the best malay comedians around,who actually made me laugh my guts out (mind you,not many malay jokers are capable of that).

Ishak Ahmat (1956-2006)
Al-fatihah.Amin.

guess it wasn't meant to be.

Sometimes I don't think I mean as much to you than I'd like to be.

I'm so over being blue,
crying over you.

(Using the computer in my parent's room lacks privacy, but there really isn't much of a choice.The one in my brother's room,which I always use,has a sick keyboard.When you press 'b',the computer registers as 'twh' or something.)

Savrina's back,everyone!So please call her up if you have time to spare.Apparently,she's so bored that she's thinking of working in Mrs Fields.

Other than that,I've lost alot of thoughts from losing all ability to type something/anything on the other computer.

I shall go create some art to make myself a happy girl again.And maybe..I'll call you too (just to find out whether you've been okay in hanging out,since yesterday's "OK" didn't sound convincing).



I'm so over being blue,
crying over you.

very complicated huh?

It was as good as not meeting you,since we were with your friends.There's an irony to top it off.There was more talking done with your friends,who I just met,than you.

- - - -

You said,"we're very complicated".

Dear boy,is that the best you can say?It's merely stating the obvious,which you have just realised and I have known forever.

My brain has registered the fact that whatever we're having now,isn't going anywhere prettaye.Despite that,the best action I could come up with is not think (as much as I can or better still,not at all).Curiosity only killed the cat and we all don't want that to happen now,would we.Besides,all that thinking would only do more harm than good.

So maybe it's time for your brain cells to deplete.

my phone hated me.

Never did I expect the lost to occur in such a short span of time.And now,it'll be too late for any cherishing or appreciation.


My phone's gone.


Maybe because it hated me as an owner.So it decided to slip out of my pockets and hope for another to come by,slipping it into his/her trousers.And you know what sucks the most?

Losing all those precious messages,bearing the name of that someone.Those that have him text-ed words which he'd never be able to say eye-to-eye.

Then again,maybe it's a blessing in disguise.

God has probably acknowledge the tears that I constantly drip,an aftermath of many thoughts of you.Maybe he's giving me a sign.That meeting you would only open doors to pain and misery.

Or it could be the cries for a new phone.


Dear God,forgive me for uttering your name in such a way.

so let me cry now.

Sounds easy enough to drain away all that emotion through the pencil,letting it run around your canvas.Then behold!A magnificent piece with your thoughts randomly said,not with words,but art.

Sounds easy.

No longer is there such energy for a grip on the tool,what's more create art.Funny how a single message could change your laughter from "Whose Line Is It Anyway" to painful tears trickling down your cheeks.

How is it possible to seek comfort from you?When I should be keeping my distance,directing the pain away from my very fragile heart.

It's my turn.
"I don't know."



So let me cry now.

je'taime?

Do you know that talking to you yesterday till 4am,learning french and all,was a very sinful thing..

This sucks.
But I think I miss you.



Another happy note:


You're looking at one of the new GLs for the LSCT camp:)

so give me some loving.

Everytime I try,
it gets harder to breathe.
As the tears trickle down,
there's a realisation of my lack of sanity.

These thoughts twist and tangle,
sparing me no mercy.
And without you,
makes everything else cloudy.

Give me a hand,
give me some loving.
Doing it alone,
is as good as nothing.

no reason.

When shit or things happen,it's because of the circumstances around us.That would be the provider of the reasons,that would explain as to why we end up in nasty situations.

When it's something out of your own will,reasons are not necessarily needed.

Do you justify every puff you take or every girl you've wanked?I don't think so.

So really,spare the seminar.
I do NOT need a reason.

A typical convo of 2 HLM students

it's always one-way.

Looking through that file we had together,the meaning of it all should have hit me earlier..

always "NisloveYou",
never "YouloveNis"

It also has just occured to me that it's already the month of July.In fact,it's already into the third day.Weeks afterwards would be my call to enter the world of legality.

Funny though.Why do I have a feeling that it isn't going to be as merry as it should be...

my paparazzi.

There's a 22year-old faggot in my class,who wants to be Mr Oh-I'm-mature.He also happens to be a groupmate of mine for Taxonomy project (he asked to pair up,but I dragged Jonathan along).

He's also my paparazzi.

Because today,I found sneaky pictures of me (think: desperate photographer taking glimpses of celebrity).There were also shots of Iqbal (my classmate),but his were obviously posed for.

And you know what his best excuse was?

That he actually had shots of other people but they weren't that nice.So he deleted them away and was left with shots of me and Iqbal. (FYI: not exact words,but something along the line)

You know what I say?Bullocks.
Fucking bullocks.

because of the different beliefs.

Must everything have a reason?

You probably don't know how much,I appreciate you being there for me all the time.From calling you out for dinner,to lending me that shoulder to cry on.

Yet with every relationship,
comes dirty laundry.

A side of me you've never seen and I dare not show,has made me resort to playing split personalities with you and that clique of ours.

Then as we settled and bare it all,
I realised that the real reason is because:


Our beliefs are different.

The very essence to an understanding,had already been tappered with.

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