Salad Days....
My Complicated Immature Years...

sYoKnYa..

By Nisha
My uncle is such a gem of a person.. He loves to buy stuff for me whenever he goes somewhere.. He just got back from CHINA and Guess what?? He bought me some OUTFITS..Yea!!! syoknya!! Got new entry into the wardrobe!!.. Cant wait to see them.. (Hopefully it will fit)..
 

bIrO..

By Nisha
Today.. well I feel like a biro for pharmacy!! Ever since SPM and STPM results came out, most of the Gujus who wants to do pharmacy asks me how to get in and what is it like and bla..bla.. Its kind of weird to answer those question because im not a counselor in the college or something..how should I know precisely what the requirements are and stuff like that.. Gosh!! But Im truly honored. One, because people do ask my opinion on something (which I seldom do), and 2ndly, finally people are looking at this profession (besides medicine).. good!! Keep it up guys!! Maybe finally we will get our dispensing rights (once the quota is met) yea!! Can be rich!!~HOPEFULLY!!
 

Grr...

By Nisha
Getting ready for college now days is such a dreadful thing to do. Although all these while I have been rising early for college, now days Ive got to wake up earlier, just to stare at my wardrobe for at least 15 mins to choose a suitable top. I might be having dozens of tops already but not all could be worn as my body mass is gaining at unwanted areas. In other word, FAT!! I am extremely angry at myself for to this reason and others as well. Nothing seems to be the way I wanted it to be. Early this semester I did a timetable for myself, which includes my working out time, food to eat, what to study on what day, and when to watch TV!! Now everything seems to be disorganized. The only 'work out' I do is straining my eyes watching late night shows and munching away!! Gosh!! What on earth happened to the disciplined Nisha!! (when was I ever one??)
 

nOt aGaIn!!

By Nisha
I just got back from the pasar malam in my place. Its on every Monday and as usual, even if Im having a nice long sleep, Ive got to wake up just to fill in nads long list of cds (Furthermore her JPA money just got in, so her list was triple the normal amount).Everything was fine at first, went to get the cds but unfortunately police were everywhere so couldn't get any. Me as usual was wondering around after that, looking and checking out for new stuff to waste my money on (Shopholic!! Duh!!). As I was walking around, I saw few Indian men; aged in late 20's going everywhere I was going to. At first I just took it as coincidence, but as I was walking back home, I saw them again. This time they were following me!! I started walking fast, and they were shouting, asking me to stop ‘running’ and saying I had cute butt!! I got scared and ran as fast as I could to my block not looking behind at all until I reached home. Thankfully my housemates were around. But still!! Not again!! (Ive had gotten stalked before by the bus driver at my previous house which was the reason of me moving out!!) Damn!! I guess ive got to learn marshal art!! Stalkers just fright me!!
 

dAnCe..

By Nisha
Im currently learning this;
When will I be able to do this??

* sigh..Another one of those nisha's impossible dreams..
 

S.O.S.

By Nisha
Haih..something is seriously wrong with me. God knows why but I guess my 'stamina' in liking my crushes or whateva u guys call now days are going down. This seriously shows how SERIOUS I am!!. Last time, (when I was new to this) whenever I see a cute guy, I used to like the guy for at least few months. I would bug my frens in the round table, and also my cousins on how great the guy was, and what he said, or even the way he walks and looked at me when we went for dates!! And now, it lasts hardly 2 days. Then I tend to get bored and finally just ignore the guy whenever he asks me out again (I know Im being bad here). And this implies on every guy, even my so-called bf. God!! There is no more fun in my life!! Am I aging? Am I turning into a homosexual? Sheesh!! But at least one thing good has turned out from this; my friends and Cousin's wouldn't have to hear my heart breaking boring 'how-the-guy-dumped-me' stories..hehe..
 

ReLiEvE...

By Nisha
I just got back from meeting Mr. My-first-crush-look-alike. The other day after mamaking, he got my number from Preethi and finally, after 2 days of smsing, he finally asked me out. I wouldn't call it a date as my intentions were not more than a friend. (Infect I asked my boyfriend's permission to go out with him (he is not around here neway) and for the first time he said"Ok... Have fun!!") It was kind of weird at first as I felt like this 'player' being with 2 guys. Finally, after sitting down, I told Mr. My-first-crush-look-alike everything from A to Z and he was 'cool' about it. That was the most relieving moment for me as I didn't want him to get the wrong idea on me going out with him and at the same time, I didn't want to loose a friend who seems to be nice. Everything went smoothly and after a long chat, we finally departed. On my way home just now, I was just so in high spirits that I was humming (hope the people walking on the street didn’t think I was crazy) and why not? I gained my boyfriends trust and didn't break it, and at the same time I just got an attractive looking nice, caring friend who Im sure is going to be there for long-long time. My advice to guys out there who are a bit overly protective, let your girlfriends accomplish anything they want. The more you 'protect' them, the more they would go against it (just like me). Who knows they might just listen to you once you've given them your trust (just like me again)... Thank you so much love... (jiwang tak..hehe..)
 

a gLiMpSe oF dReAmLaNd...

By Nisha
I walked into the hall, finding hopper, and there he was, sitting and looking good as usual. I couldn't find a sit near him so I had to sit in front. Every now and then I tried getting a glimpse of him but most of the time wasn't successful. Few hours later a friend tells me hopper is not a nice guy and was a 'Casanova'. Knew this long time but it still broke my heart into pieces. As I was mending my broken heart, suddenly, as I looked in front, my face started cheering up again. My heart got glued back. My heart beat started racing into 150 beats a min. There, just right in front of me was a guy who looks exactly like my first crush in collage (it's the hugest crush so far). Tried seeking information from Preets but wasn't successful enough. Just when I was about to be introduced to him, another familiar face turns up in front of me. It was none other than Mr-First-crush himself!! After a brief conversation with him, he goes to talk to Mr-look-alike-mr-first-crush. And there I was, standing and admiring my view of the 2 most attractive guy ive ever set my eyes on. Everything was just like in a dreamland when suddenly a 'conversation Hopper' hops in and destroys everything up!! I walked away. As we were about to leave, I was introduced to Mr-look-alike-mr-first-crush. After a long-long talk, (he was very sweet and nice guy. Better than Mr-first-crush himself) we went mamaking happily ever after..
 

mEn's LoVe LiFe...

By Nisha
I was always finding similarities between guys and some objects as girls were always compared to some things or another but I could never find it. Finally today, for the first time, Ive realized that a guy's life is just like one of their 'powerful cells', the sperms!! They are just as egoistic and stupid as well as selfish as the sperms. And this was acknowledged indirectly by non other than my Endocrine Professor!! (about the sperms of course). We were learning about female reproductive system when this topic came up. As we know, thousands of sperms are excreted into the female's body when … happens (you all know the details). The thing is only few hundreds are able to enter the cervix while the rest are just stupid trying to find other organs, which sooner or later dies. The ones who could enter the cervix are not all successful in finding the ovum as the big sperms destroy the smaller ones. Those which survives are sometimes abnormal (without tail or head), and the others are killed by antibodies. And at last, only few could participate in the 'war' for the ovum and the greatest wins.
That's exactly the scenario when it comes to guys finding a girl. There will be few of them searching for the girls; some stupidly finds her in the wrong places, which eventually leads to bad relationship. As for those who finds in the proper places, they will have to compete with the other boys, which will then lead to a fight where only the strong one stays. At the same time, for those who are in the right place but have strange attitude which includes ego and other bad qualities will never be able to find the girl. At the end of the day, only the most excellent ones make it in finding the girl. But that doesn’t mean they will be successful as they would need to face the bodyguards (parents, siblings and others). As a final point, only the best wins and gets the girl..
So aren't they just the same? Hmm.. why cant they just be like the girls? Just like the ovum, who are just so patient and waits for her turn to come. If they aren’t 'lucky', they don’t fight with the others (only sometimes), but just leave and never return. Not like the sperms!! But still girls, don worry, coz finally we get the finest. Hehe..
 

rAiN & mEmOrIeS..

By Nisha
It rained heavily this evening. While waiting for the rain to end in the LRT station, I saw few kids playing with plastic boats on the flooded area and getting all soaked..Ive always liked rain. It always made me feel joyful. But at that moment I just stared at the kids, not precisely knowing how I felt. It was a strange feeling. More like wanting to be in their place but 15 years back and I sort of like was drifted to that moment in Rompin (a small town). Making paper boats, sailing them in the drain and see whose boat sinks first, dancing in the rain on the street mimicking some Hindi movie actresses, playing galah-panjang in the rain, falling and rolling and laughing away.. It was all just so perfect. All the best moments in my childhood was connected to the rain. At that time I never use to worry about anything. I didn't need to. The worrying was all done by my mom and dad. The only philosophy in life at that time was FUN!! And now.. sigh.. Wish I could just unload my problems to my parents like the olden days.. I just wish to forget everything and just release my stress even if it was just for a moment. I just wish I could just for once go back to my childhood days..
And I walked back home in the rain…
 

A dReAm tHaT wIll nEvEr cOmE tRuE!!

By Nisha
Have u ever wondere how life would have been if there wasn't anything to do after secondary school? imagine life without text books, and notes, and datelines and tests as well as few literes of coffee drowning our cells everyday...and picture life when u could just sleep as much as you want, 'lepaking' with frens without thinking of things to do at home, reading a romantic Judith Mcnaught book and dreaming, watching the beautifull sun setting from the 15th floor without needing to watch it rise (and not the otherway round!!)hmm..wouldnt that be just perfect? just like the ending of 'paradise' (I miss tht book!!)..hmm..(*dreamy face)..well enough of dreaming. got to get back to the boring 'Shakespeare's' notes!! argh!!!
 

yOu aRe 70% bOyIsH aNd 30% gIrLiSh..

By Nisha
You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.
How Boyish or Girlish Are You?
 

HoLi..

By Nisha
Holi is coming.. So are we going to…house? That’s what my aunt said to my mom. Me as usual was there listening to their conversation and not knowing what was happening. Finally, after bugging my mom to tell me what was going on, she said that Holi was arriving and some aunty of mine was celebrating it (for the first time for me in Malaysia). It is kind of exciting coz Ive never attended Holi before. Infect besides throwing colors on each other (which I watch in Hindi movies), I don't even know why it was invented or why people even celebrated it. Finally, after little information from various sources, here I am, writing about it. (Briefly of course). Firstly, Holi means fire. Now most must be wondering how fire came in among all the colors. Initially Holi was celebrated as a celebration because lord Vishnu killed the king of Demons on that day and so every year ever since that day, Hindu followers burns a dummy of demon a day before Holi, which falls on the full moon in Hindu calendar. As for the colors, well.. That's another total different interesting story which till now I don't understand why they are related. Few decades after that incident (where lord Vishnu killed the demon), there was another lord, the Lord Krishna, who was in favor by every women on earth. I would say that he was the Casanova of the olden days. So anyway, he used to play pranks with the girls in his village all the time by throwing a pail of colored water towards these girls. Not a single girl would get angry at him as he was everyone's favorite. And because of that, every guy in that village joined him (to grab the girls attention of course) that it became a popular sport in that village, and finally the whole of India. Of course now days there is an additional fun to it where the ones who participates in this 'sport' is given a special drink (bhang) which consist of milk, and little bit of marijuana!!.. hmm.. I was just wondering.. Will it be the same in Malaysia? Coz as far as I know Marijuana is obviously illegal in this country. So how is it to enjoy this celebration here? I guess the host will just need to settle for alcoholic beverages instead… (Don’t know about the women, the men would definitely not mind it at all)

 

iS iT tRuE???

By Nisha

I was just flipping through the channels in ASTRO when I saw a research trial going on in Discovery channel. It was about sleep and the test, on how lack of sleep influences people study was done to two groups of people. It was kind of interesting, as lack of sleep is one of my problems these days, especially towards the end of the semester. So anyway, the 1st group is a group of armies while the 2nd one was a lady sailor, sailing around the world for 92 days I think (can't remember precisely). The 1st group was held awake for 3 days without any sleep at all while the 2nd group had only half of her sleep time compared to her usual sleeping time for 92 days. Over that period of time, both the groups were observed and finally, they came to few conclusions; people get tired, not active ( all the usual ones), cranky, mind doesn't work that fast, and to the soldiers, it was also observed that on the 3rd days onwards, they forgot who they were!!
Well.. I think the researchers should redo the studies on us (My friends and I). The truth is I don't think any of the things stated above is true when it comes to lacking of sleep. Well maybe some but as far as Ive observed, I feel that in early semester( when we have more than enough sleep), almost all of us are in bad mood, tired all the time, infect we miss classes often, which obviously shows that we are not active at all. On the other hand, towards the end of the semester I've noticed that all of us seem to be happy. We will be singing and acting like small kids whenever we have less than 4 hours of sleep. At the same time we are extreamly energetic and active. We seem to argue a lot as well, which shows that our brains are working. So come to think of it, was the research
wrong? Or is it all because of coffee??
 

nIcK nAmEs..

By Nisha


I was just reading a post in nads blog about nick names and I would like to do my very own version of mine. Nick names.. hmm.. Started it? God knows from when. I think since I was a kid. my friends and I would name everyone some names especially our enemies so that we could talk rite under their noses and they would have never been able to find out. So neway.. Here goes..

These are the few names given to different 'types' of people;

The lecturer no one could ever understand---------->Shakespeare
(Never once the lect has used scientific term)


The lecturer who dances like a Ballet dancer around the board---------->Richard gere
(That time Shall We Dance was famous)


One of my friend's new bf---------->Mamat Baru


The guy I've had crush on since last sem---------->Table Hopper (coz he is always 'hopping' around from one table to another)


The guy who like one of my friend---------->Beruk Karat
(His hair is ugly beruk looking reddish blonde)


A old classmate---------->Cendol Digger
(She likes to dig her nose)


A guy we think a friend likes---------->Tunang 'U'
(Currently changed to Suami)


A preety girl with scary features---------->Pontianak
(all coz of her make up)


A skinny new girl in coll---------->Olive
(based on Popeye’s girlfriend)


Anyone who wears tudung in coll---------->Nursing!!
(that does not include my frens)
*hehe..i guess that's it.. There are lots more.. But I cant seem to recall any at this moment.. Sorry to who ever terasa.. :-}

 

cOnSeQuAnCeS oF aRiSiNg LaTe...

By Nisha

Waking up early has never been an easy task for me. Not when I was a baby ( my mom said tht I was a nite baby), not in school days, and not even now, in collage. What’s more, starting from this semester I had to get a ride from a dear friend of mine to collage as my only form of transportation to collage before was taken away brutally (*sob..sob*). So imagine, Ive got to rise as early as 6 in the morning just to reach in time for 9 o’clock class. That was a real extreme change in my life. Every now and then I try to sneak extra 15 min of beauty sleep (to dream of Mr. Prince Charming), and as usual ive got to be fast after that or ill miss my ride. Every time I do so, I still could survive leave the house on time. But yesterday, I got an additional of 30 mins sleep and I was very late. So the moment I jumped out of my bed, everything I did was extraordinarily fast. (It was more like doing two things at one time) and finally when I hit the road, I was practically running to the LRT station, up the stairs, through the counter, up the stairs, into the LRT, out up the stairs again, ran 500 m and so on (ignoring all the stares). Luckily when I reached, just before I could settle my bum on the rough stone and catch a breath, Nads reached.(thank god I didn’t miss my ride). *sigh... What a bad start of the day.. Until Nads asked ‘kenapa berminyak?’ thn only did I realize it was not a complete bad luck. After all, I did kill 2 birds with a stone. Actually, 3 birds.. I reached on time, I got additional of 30 mins of beauty sleep and..I worked out for a full 15 mins!! YEAH!!
 

wHaT wOmEn wAnTs???

By Nisha




A store that sells new husbands has just opened in New York City where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates;
You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors, and the values of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. You may choose any item from a particular floor or may choose to go up to the next floor, but cannot go back down except to exit the building.
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:!
Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs.
The second floor sign reads:
Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.
The third floor sign reads:
Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids and are Extremely Good Looking.
"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:
Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop- dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.
"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:
Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the Sign reads:
Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at The Husband Store.

*taken from a post in friendster..