So many possible excuses for the reason why the blog has been neglected.

1. My brain died.
2. My laptop died.
3. I'm so busy, I don't have time to publish a post.
4. I'm so bored, I can't function.
5. I'm too fat and lazy to get out of bed.
6. My eye exploded.
7. I ate the keypad for breakfast.

Are you kidding me. The cyber world is so boring with the whole world either getting drunk and laid outside or busy making money so that they can get drunk, robbed and laid later. Barely anybody is online nowadays. I'll just twitter-sms myself out of boredom. Shall listen to tuneage and/or the outdated playlist. Looking forward for Mayday Parade and Tegan and Sara's upcoming album - both to be released in October!


Mayday Parade
Anywhere But Here, Oct 6




Tegan and Sara
Sainthood, Oct 27

But I'm not ever going to know if I'm right or wrong
'cause we're all going in the same direction.
And I'm not sure which way to go because all along
we've been going in the same direction.

Universalmusicgroup doesn't allow embedding. Anyhoos, the official vid for this song has Kanye West, Joel Madden and Chester Bennington starring in it. Zoinks. Listening to their new album now. No bass in the songs, just lead and rhythm. But loving the new sound, still (even though I only heard 2 songs so far - we all do this don't we?).

Az asked me to complete the application form for this flyer job in Paya Lebar. And for the first time (EVER!) they preferred malays. Look at my application form:

Name: Nor'Huda Binte Mohamed Abidin
NRIC / FIN: youdontneedtoknow
Contact Number: youdontneedtoknow
Email Address: youdontneedtoknow
Experiences: in bed, no. Experienced working in kitchen, no link to this job. Duh. And flyer job did once before.
Qualification: Sexy. And very MALAY.
Other information or notes you think you would like us to know: SINGLE, AVAILABLE AND DESPERATE FOR MOOOOLAH

But you know what, the dream job would be at a CD/music shop or at any guitar store. And you are allowed to wear t-shirt and skinnies.

I can't think straight now,

Huda

Howdy.

The layout just got a facelift. Explore it, all you minions.

The upcoming Hong Kong trip made me lose sleep yesterday. I imagined what clothes to bring, and where in the world am I supposed to get a luggage big enough for 6 days overseas...OH SHOE, WE WILL (or MIGHT) HAVE SO MUCH FUN TOGETHER. *goes berserk*

Oh-so-very-excitable,

Huda.

Good evening little blogger.

Just woke up. It's 2.24PM. Slept the whole morning, even though I made a verbal commitment before I went to bed to stay awake in the morning to do revision (or at least wake up early enough to call it morning!). Guess that didn't happen. HAH.

Have been listening to Tiësto + Tegan and Sara new song, 'Feel It In My Bones'. It's a trance-rave-ish song. And I like it - after hearing it for the 10th time (or 10,000th time). And look! They are making a video. :D This doesn't show that they are actually making a video, but the whole laser effect is real cool.


Will like to do those signing off things where people either leave thier cool names or abbreviations. (1) My name is not (that) cool. (2) So, I have to carry on with plan B which is to use abbreviations. Possible abbreviations to my name include NBMA, NHA, NMA or I can always use OMG - as in O-some Malay Girl/Obviously Meaty Girl/Obama "Meh" Girl. Oh well. So how?

I can't think of any cooler way to sign off,

Huda

Bye bye mojo. The textbook just bores me. Holiday, start already.

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If I had twitter, I would publish this:

While watching Boys Over Flowers, mum asked, "What happened to his hair? (referring to Ji Hoo)" Hehs.

Shoe has a way with words. Or maybe, she just reads a lot. And if you realise my lack of vocabulary in the conversation, it's because I was too high on peppermint tea and all the nice comments from SHOE (cause she keeps going on and on and on). Basically, Shoe is comparing me to this Nora Robert's character called Eve and apparently, Eve and me are like alike. That's extremely flattering. (:

POHSHUYUN. says:
she's brave, brilliant, irritating, funny, exasperating, driven, sexy, surprisingly sweet, mean as a snake, disalarmingly lacking in self-awareness and stubborn as a mule.
and, that's the description of Eve through her husband.


HUDA. says:
OMG. i'm putting that in my blog. (:


POHSHUYUN. says:
hahaha
she's really very nice.
she cares about her friends, but in the i-dont-want-to-let-you-know-i-care-because-it's-girly-so-i'm-being-mean way
very cool
reminds me of you


HUDA. says:
awww.


POHSHUYUN. says:
though she really does care.
and and, she's really driven and purposeful
she's respectable, in a sense
because you know just what exactly she stands for
and she makes no exceptions.
reminds me of you also
haha


HUDA. says:
sick. it's going in the bloggggg


POHSHUYUN. says:
she says stuff like "shit", "bastard", "fu*k"
and very very sarcastic and cynical (in the funny way)
she only swears when appropriate though, like, not for fun kinda thing
haha
she's horribly afraid of girly stuff


HUDA. says:
OMG.


POHSHUYUN. says:
like pink and fluff


HUDA. says:
blogging this. cause i'm awesome.


POHSHUYUN. says:
yeah!
you are.
haha
there was this scene in the book
when she entered this girl's room


HUDA. says:
hahahaha (:


POHSHUYUN. says:
and it's all pink with white and fluffly pillows
and she goes
"What's wrong with these people?"


HUDA. says:
HAHAHAHA. mad.


POHSHUYUN. says:
hahaha


HUDA. says:
I like eve.


POHSHUYUN. says:
yes.
see.
she's cool
like you!
i like eve too
really, she reminds me of you and you of her.

Don't you think I look like I'm bleeding in the mouth?

Hello. Woke up early in the morning with an agenda to mug like a JC student. Heh. I'm going to be productive as hell today and nothing's going to stop me! But I won't know until it's the end of the day and realise, "Oh, I didn't study that much today. There's still (insert a million unread chapters here) to read up on."

Mum found Grandaddy O's old school aviators (as seen above). It looks super classy. I know that he rides a Vespa and had a whole collection of shades, aviators and all. How come he's so cool and I'm like this. Sitting on my ass all day in front of the laptop (whom I will officially call Lenny). I have this serious fetish for masculine things. Like high tops, oversized t-shirts, and even this aviator is a little masculine. Maybe, it's just me. OR, it could be that I have been overexposed to androgen in my prenatal years. I might be growing a moustache soon and never realise it, or even have a developed clitoris - a condition called congenital adrenal hyperplasia (CAH). Err yeah.

Got bored and so decided to do up a HOLIDAY TO-DO list for the upcoming 2 months. Obviously, it includes guitar (and mastering the barre chords), probably redesigning the blog (this and LJ - that bitch), learning to use Photoshop, reading self-help books, organising my life, doing eye exercise on a daily basis and doing pious things - which is totally between God and me. Shall embrace my asexual orientation for the next month. And need to stop using profanities, verbal and written.

Saw this awesome pair of shoes, btw.



I ate hot dogs for breakfast,
And most probably lunch,
Huda

This song (and the band) is growing on me. Nice.
If anyone ever wondered, I spent the whole day youtube-ing tegan and sara. (Hello. You can spend like a million hours watching their live shows and banters and interviews and all of that. And for people like me, replaying a particular section of it over and over again because seriously, I don't have a life and this is the only thing that can make me happy. Sad, I know...).

Also, was busy trying out the pencil capo on Todd (cause I'm too cheap to buy a proper one). :D Promise myself I'll start studying at 6PM.It's 5.59PM, fyi.

YEEHAW!

Hardcore and badass boots. Imagine nerdy ol' me walking around in those. People might go, in their high-pitched bitch tone, "OHEMGHEE. What in the world is that nerd with bad hair and bad skin wearing? Is she trying to be all punk or something? My gosh. Like, what in the pork floss is she thinking! She's so fugly, she makes my grandma look like Marilyn Monroe." Yeah, something like that.

Anyhoos, shoutout to the muggers in the crazy little world of Psyche. GOOD LUCK ALL. Shall sentence myself to house arrest for the coming week. Or I might go out to eat and waste time blabbing about how disturbingly depressing life has been to me and that the world is so unjust and all that. And N, "HOW IS THE DRAIN PROJECT GOING?" Just had to say that.

Goodnight.

HUDA (L) SHOE. (and vice versa)

You owe me tau huay for making me do that stupid nick thing, fyi.

Oh have we been through a lot together. Being in year 1, running for elections. I still remembered how you had this notebook filled with a million promises crafted into an election speech. HAH. While I had a thumbdrive with a pre-prepared (this sounds dumb.) presentation cause I had a sorethroat and lost my voice. I KNOW RIGHT! And I only had like less than 10 sentences in the PPT. I swear, I didn't even think we would be like this. Never thought we could be this close.

So, we both got elected. YAY! And well, we weren't like tight or anything back then. I kind of forgot you were even in meetings. OOPS. (: But, I only knew that you were this smart-little-piece-of-crap who got her work published as a sample answer for Foundation Psychology and I was thinking, "HOLY CRAP! I need to know her better." Okay, maybe not in those words but I admire how you can be so smart, like single-pointer and all that jazz. And here I was struggling to remember how to spell hypothalamus.

Not sure whatever happened in the end but suddenly one night, we chatted online. And that's when our true emotions emerged. Not like love languages or anything (duh), but our anger, our fears, our worries. How we were so angry and pissed at youknowwhat. And how how it affected us so badly. It felt good, for me a least. To know that someone else is feeling the same way, that there was this other person who actually cares about what I have to say and even agrees.

From there, we started to get to know each other better. And realised how unusually similar we were. Our likes and dislikes. (Fine, certain things we just can't agree on like...how bad Taylor Swift sucks. :D I still hate that she is so pretty.) We both picked up the guitar and went to guitar heaven - SWEE LEE. Touched Hummingbird, we jammed in school (or whatever you want to call us beginners), bought picks & tuners, and a million others things that we did together. And getting lost, as usual. Don't you find it weird that we even have a similar sense of style, just that yours is all skirts, cowboy boots and shit. While mine is skinnies, boots (the real deal) and more shit. HAH.

What an awesome year we had together. It's been enriching to have met and gotten to know you. You've made me weirder than I originally already am. And maybe, it's because of the confidence and the comfort you gave me. Because I know, both of us are able to do the dumbest of shit together and it wouldn't matter. Cause our flaws are what makes us special and all our screw ups are what makes us human. You're the bomb.

Days like these, I feel like there will never be anyone to catch me when I fall. And even if they do, they fail because I struggle and try to shake them away. So, they give up. It's because of this reason, I build walls - to prevent forming any kind of relationship with people. But I always let my guard down, I always let people in and eventually, these people leave and they never came back.

Feeling extremely vulnerable, very down, I don't know why. I've never gotten past this. I've never gotten over anything completely even if I always acted like I did. I may say I don't care, but deep inside, I really still do. It hurts for godknowswhat reason. What a loser. Like it matters to the world.

Don't say you do, when you don't. Please.

I sang 'Your Guardian Angel' to my mum and realised how emotionally detached she was to the song. First time I sang and played the guitar to someone and she's like..."But I don't understand English. (in Malay)" Thanks Mum.

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I don't see where I am going with this. And I hate not being able to speak my mind about it.

All the shit that I want so badly right now. I'm such a poser. Like hello, the whole world has checkered shirts and everyone else is wearing skinnies. But the 'Document' laptop cover is real nice. I hate how so many people are falling for the punk rock style and I'm another one of them. It's the person that make the clothes, not the other way round. SUCKERS. My crazy fetish for high tops are really killing me. Been surfing the net for them and a lot look so masculine (in fact, most are for males). Tegan's shoes are gorgeous though, but they don't sell it in Singapore.

Might have to file for bankruptcy soon. Not forgetting, need to save up for an acoustic guitar. Todd's really worn out (but still looking good). Just that he sounds very country. It's 4.43AM now, btw. I can't think straight.

*Ronnie kisses Jez"
Jez: Ronnie *pushes her away*
Ronnie: What?
Jez: I'm gay.
Ronnie: SO?! *and continues*

Oh Matthew. You're looking so very fine. So, Matthew is the character that plays Jez (short for Jeremy) in this Brit show called Britannia High. Apparently, he's gay (and a hot one too). And Ronnie is this girl that likes him. and blah blah. So good looking.

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Anyway, my back has been killing me. Really must get it checked but I'm not a fan of the wise ol' doc. Shall rely on Salonpas and painkillers for now. And listening to depressing music by Death Cab For Cutie. But all I can think about is my back and how much it hurts. I really hope it's nothing, just bad posture or something.

Please, cousin, get well soon.

Tegan and Sara is like all that's in my head right now. And their songs. Their stage (and off-stage) banters. Amazing, they really are. I like the way they talk, their Canadian accent and how goddamn good they sound live. At times, they sound way better live than the studio version. Anybody who can sing and play the guitar I find very attractive. Must stop oogling and youtubing and start on the 1500-word essay soon.


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Anyhoos. Have been at home, seriously vegetating the shit out of my day. Jogged in the morning and it felt good. I like sweating actually. Miss those days that I go to the track just because I can. And I dreadly miss Captain's Ball. I used to be sporty and healthy as hell back then. What in the world happened to me? Note to my sorry self: "Bitch, don't just say, just go out and do it." Need to start on work soon, freehand drawing and RMB due on Friday. Oh fug.

It's way past my bedtime. (D said must sleep before 2am, cause it's good for the skin.) But, I got hold of Tegan and Sara's album and I'm the happiest shit alive right now. Waiting for the hair to dry. Dead tired from J's birthday chalet. Anyway, heard songs from the neighbouring chalet and... - IT WAS TEGAN AND SARA! I love Tegan's personality and Sara's pretty. And yes, music has no sexuality.