Election day

 

 

Today is election day.

 

Mode geram kerana tidak dapat keluar rumah due to warnings of local riots.

 

And when there’s holiday just one day before MCQ test,

 

Duduk rumah, blogging, tidur macam dugong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I vote against education that only works in percentages!! Say no to MCQS!

 

Wants

There are so many things I want to do.

 

 

I want to lie down on an open field listening to Ipod.

 

 

 

I want to eat ice cream while walking down the road.

 

 

 

I want to feel the wind blowing, the heat of the sun.

 

 

 

But more than those, I want to reach out to people.

I want to change their lives.

I want them to never loss faith. And to believe in hope.

I want them to never feel alone, to know that someone always care.

I want to see them smile

 

 

 

And continue smiling.

 

 

But first and foremost, I need to study!!!!!!!!!! Gagaga.

 

 

Sorry readers, emo lepas tengok movie

Oblivion

Sometimes I tend to forget. On the days that I do, it’s a freedom of emotion.

 

When a soldier fights, he takes refugee behind sandbags. When it rains, beings scattered to find shelter.

 

A shield is a must. To hide, to protect, to buy time, to heal and to rebuild strength.

To live on.

 

To wish it’s as comfortable as retreating into a cocoon and hibernate, sleep, wash it all away. Dream.

 

It is to make sure the walls don’t crumble from the battle that emits within. So the roof wouldn’t fall upon the screams of silence.

 

A shield is strengthened by emotions, layered on top of another. Within years, it thickens. And thickens. And thickens. Until it becomes impenetrable.

 

People start to walk away, forgetting that surrounded by it, lies a human.

 

Just a human.  Swallowed by oblivion. Choked by the passing time. Lost within.

 

But still a human bearing feelings.

 

When at last the last leaf falls, when the sun retreats, when you think it’s all ending, the beginning starts.

 

And the shield toughened. Hard as concrete yet easily crumpled like papers. Gaining strength just to become weak.

 

It’s a shield. A shield of emotions.

 

And so it will be.

Friday nite out

Since my fans (it was only one person, hehe) requested to know about my Friday night, I am forced to blog about it

 

To answer your question, nothing special happened on Friday. It was just another of our girls’ night out.

 

We started the night with dinner at the Only Place, which was somewhere along MG Road.

 

 

S.O.S

 

 

 

I had…..

Boston steak. Not because I loved beef….do you see the amount of cheese they put on the steaks??

 

 

And the best part was,

Steaks usually come with bread!!! Yum yum.

 

 

After membuncitkan perut, we joined Syafiq and Ikre at Hard Rock Cafe.

 

*gasps*  NISA PERGI HARD ROCK CAFE???

 

Ehem ehem, allow me to tell you guys a bit about India’s HRC.

 

It’s just a place to hang out. That’s it.

It’s not as rowdy as KL’s. People just basically duduk situ, order drinks and food and sing along to rock songs. There wasn’t even any live band performing, only a DJ. Plus we only had drinks like Berrilicious and Crushed Velvet and stuff.

 

And rock songs are good for health.

 

Seriously, I read in Reader’s Digest once that a research institution in Japan discovered that listening to the beats of rock songs stimulate certain hormones in our body. This could not only decrease our blood pressure but could also go as far as increasing our brain power!

 

 

 

BWAHAHAHA. Saya tipu.

 

So technically and literally, we weren’t doing anything extravaganza-ly out of bounds.

 

At the garden.

 

 

At that small bar-like place next to the garden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I actually had fun that night. One tiny flaw was…they only played the good songs after 10.30 pm!! Earlier it was the Duran Duran and all the 80s rock songs!! Didn’t even recognise one frigging song. By the time Breaking Benjamin, Hoobastank, Papa Roach etc songs were blasting through the stereos, that place’s closing.

 

=_=  kya hwa??  *sighs*

 

FYI in Bangalore, most of the places close at midnight. Uhuh, all the Cinderellas and Prince Charmings have to go home by then.

 

Nope, not kidding.

 

Good in a way. Bad in a lot of other ways. Just imagine, no lepak-lepak eating ice-cream at Baskin Robbins until morning. Or chilling out at Cafe Coffee Day or Barrista. Hehe. Sorry, no kedai mamak here. Means no teh tarik and roti canai!!

 

Reporting duty is done!

 

Roger and out

Me-ed to Me

Nowadays, writing a post seems more obligatory than anything.

 

OBLIGATORY.

 

Only Dr Suresh could force anyone to write anything, anytime, anywhere.

 

Back to my obligatory-ish, let’s go back to the past, as to WHY I’d started this blog.

 

Well, you see, hmm, I’m not really sure.

 

I started blogging back when I was in form 2. I first used Xanga (now you know!) and up till now, it’s still privatized even though I rarely write anything in there anymore. It was so private that the only thing everyone could figure out was…she’s typing something and posting it somewhere on the net. I was always in fear that someone (my older brother la!) would hack his/her way into my blog.

 

Especially since the password was no mystery. You know me well enough, you’d know the password *hint hint*

 

As you can see very well from the archives, www.dumplingsandpau.blogspot.com was started in November 2006. As to why I used dumplings and pau? Because I loved eating dumplings and pau duh. One doesn’t need to be a genius to figure that one out. And the only thing I knew how to draw was pau anyway. So I figured it must had been my calling, bwahahaha.

 

That means, I started blogging publicly after SPM. Maybe because I had nothing to do, or because of certain people, or maybe it’s just that I loved writing…. only I know the reason. Sorry, you’d have to kill me to know, because then, you still won’t know because obviously, dead people can’t talk.

 

As I was saying, like the other 500 million people in this world, I loved to write. It started with writing essays in school. I didn’t like people reading what I wrote back then because what I wrote mostly had something to do with me and my life, and I was embarrassed people could relate it to me. That and the fact that I usually didn’t know what to write during exams that I’d end up rambling about anything.

 

It usually resulted in the teacher overrating my works and calling them “honest”.

 

If you wrote truthfully, you didn’t have to crack your head to figure out how to fill 2 pages. Honest my foot.

 

There was some point in my life where I felt blogging was child’s play and decided to stop writing. But then when I looked through the archives, and saw how much of my life I’d managed to put into words, of course I didn’t have the heart to delete it.

 

I see myself changing through the way my posts are written. And that, at least to me, is something I guess.

 

Since dumplingsandpau wasn’t me anymore, I decided to move to WordPress. I couldn’t even delete the old blog because otherwise, I couldn’t comment on most of my friends’ blog! Haiya.

 

Thus, that’s how www.nisasabri.wordpress.com was born! And here I am, still writing but not really!

 

I don’t even know why I’m writing about this since it’s not like it’s the anniversary of my blog or anything. I don’t give two hoots about craps like that.

 

And lastly, a picture from our Friday night:

 

Ignore botak guy and afro guy. They worked there.

 

Toodles for now! 

Tablets

I blame the heat. And I blame all the bacteria in India.

 

I rarely get sick. The normality would be once a year. But this week, I’ve been sick twice. 4 days ago I had diarrhea. Last night I experienced a smashed-my-head-against-the-wall headache and countless barfing in the toilet.

 

But oddly now, I’m fit as a hippo.

 

Being sick is a coupling action. Because I get nagged by Effa on top of it. You would think that seeing me lying weakly on my bed (with my headphone, watching The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button) would inject some pity in her. Instead,

 

“What’s that?? (pointing to my choc chip cookies on the desk) You’re eating crappy food for dinner again! No wonder you get sick!”

“You don’t drink enough plain water! Drink plain water!”

 

But I know she meant well

 

At home, if I were sick, I would try my best to hide it from my parents. I would end up bickering with my mum, refusing to go to the clinic.

She believes in medicine. I believe in my antibody.

 

At times when my mum managed to drag me to a doctor, I switched to Plan B; I refused to take the medicine prescribed. But there was this one phase when my mum would check on the medicine given to make sure I’d taken them.

 

At times like that, I switched to Plan C; I threw the tablets away and poured the syrup into the sink (now that my mum’s gonna read this, I’m gonna be so busted).

 

It’s just that, I HATE going to the clinic. I hate taking medicine. I hate tablets especially. I can’t swallow tablets. Whenever I do, they seem to get stuck in my esophagus. Panadols give me the creeps.

 

 

Those huge flat tablets….  *shudders*. Even when I’m desperate, I only take syrup medicine.

 

You know how clinics keep records on their patients?

 

There was this one time, I was at a clinic, waiting for the pharmacist to prescribe me my medicine. One look at my record and she asked,

 

“You only take syrup?”

“Yes.”

“You can’t take tablets?”

“No.”

 

Then she snickered. Cis. Sukati la what I wanna drug my body with.

 

I know syrup are for kids and that they’re not very effective. Lollipops are meant for kids as well but does that mean adults can’t eat it??

 

You know the answer’s no.

 

And one of the FAQ when people get to know I’m doing medicine?

 

“You hate taking medicine but you wanna be a doctor?”

“Yeah so I could give away all the medicine to my patients.”

 

Point stated.

Wonder La

I’m at home again. Alone *sighs*

I never had any intention to skip class today – if not for the goddamn diarrhea and vomiting. I wonder what I ate yesterday. Going to the toilet every 5 minutes is not exactly pleasant.

 

Not exactly in the mood to blog but not updating it makes me feel depressed. So I’ll just post some pictures k?

 

Wonder la

As promised, now that I’ve gotten the pictures.

 

overview of Wonder La

 

The women’s locker room.

 

 

 

While the rest went for rides on the Drop Zone and DNA Mixer,

 

 

Effa and I…….,

 

Went for the dungeon ride…..

 

and the Termite Coaster XD

Damn Pirate Ship made me felt nausea.

 

 

And the 2 things that I hated the most?

 

The FERRIS WHEEL which was 80 m in height.

 

 

The stupid NET WALKING. Sure it doesn’t look scary but trying to balance yourself while forced to look down wasn’t exactly fun.

 

No pictures on the water slides though but I’ve to say, those are my favourite part! Except for this one tunnel slide….I’m claustrophobic la!!

And also, am afraid of height as I’d just discovered.

 

Damn.