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If I had one wish, I would want to fly all around the world on Superman’s back.

Use his ears as my steering wheel and his cape as my blanket when it gets cold.

If I had one more wish, I would want to be filthy rich. So rich that I can hire people to wash the filth off my back for me.

If I had another wish, I would want those people washing my back to be blind so that I they wont see my fat naked body whilst washing the filth off my back.

If I just one more wish, I would want to be a rock star. I would want to break televisions, sleep in big ass hotels, kiss my guitar goodnight and not get screwed a single cent for it.

If I had one last wish, I would want my guitar to be my boyfriend. Then I can bring him, play him, tune him and love him even in bed.

If I had one final final final wish I would not want people not to wish for these things….

Ms Universe always wishes for World Peace. She should work with George Bush. Then maybe we can have some peace. Forget about the world.

Ladies who wished for a Prince Charming. Ladies, I’m sorry but to me, he doesn't exist.

Singapore girls wishing to be a Hollywood star. You’re Singaporean. Try to make it into Malaysia first. Then we’ll talk.

But right now, what I really, truly, madly, deeply wish for is a have a refreshing cup ice tea, to be sitting under a bright red umbrella on the beaches of anywhere in the world but home. Where ever. I don’t care.

Cause right now, I’ve got too many problems on my plate. And I to go on a huge diet and run away from it all.

No loves,
Natasha


I constantly tell myself that I should get a job. Thing is, it never happened. So I resort to 'creative vandalism' in the comfort of my own room. Happened months ago when I realized how much paper I had lying around in my shelves. I couldn't afford stickers (though I heard its cheap if bought in a pile) so I went old school and stuck it up the wall using blue tacks. Results? Satisfactory. For me that is. Welcome to the gallery (and I'm still constantly thinking of what to put up next in my room) of 'creative vandalism'


It started of at the air con controller. I started putting up random doodles here and there. Believe it or not, the first doodle that I did was an image I thought I saw on the carpeted floor in the mosque. Crazy indeed. Its the diving mouse drawing in case you're wondering.

Well in case you've not realized, the characters I draw have a similar trait to most of them. Them have popping ears. Go figure why.

This is actually my younger brother. Had him stand there while I trace an outline of him. I prefer to call this the mambo dance than 'who killed him'

I actually did this to try out my so called 'urban art' trait, guess I don't really have it. Aye?

My very first collection of random doodles in black and white. Placed next to my mirror.

A sudden urge for colour. Carfez.

Like I said, I was literally vandalizing my own room wall so I decided to have this up, in the middle of no where.

A welcome sign I did just using twine blue tack and random dashes of yellow acrylic paint. Pretty nice and cheap.

This greats me each time I enter my room. I like it alot.

This is not what I did but I love to look at this part of the room when I'm feeling clingy.

Signs I've collected. Well, not really.

And bikes I wish I have when I get the ka chings!

.: ThiNkiNg :.

Hello, hey, greetings and salutations. I have a dream. I want to share my dream with you. I hope this dream can come true in my fantasy world. And yes yes, I was bored in class whilst training.

This is my dream house. I want the walls to be lemon scented with a cherry red roof top. I would retreat to it after a hard or lazy day’s of work. And take a hot steamy shower in the chocolate bath tub. And my dream house can talk too. Any aggressive, ignorant, ugly, pathetic sales man who comes round the bend, my Dream house would his purple pink lips and say, “You better now come here boy, I bite.” And if I’m showeing, “F**** off and get a real life.” Yes yes, that’s my dream house. Why are the windows blue? I dunno. I thought it went rather well with the yellow and red theme thingy.

Oh, here is my talking plant. I wouldn’t want to have a pet cause……..yeah…I just don’t want one. My dream plants not vulgar like my Dream House. Its nice. Really nice. It would always cheer me up when I’m down.

DreamPlant: How was work today?

Natasha: My boss was such a pain in the ass. He through all the paper work to me and just left the office. I don’t want to talk about it.

DreamPlant: Oh don’t worry about him. I was catching some sunlight from the light blue upper window and my goodness......I think my stem is longer than his. And have you seen how white his wife bottom is?

Natasha: How do you know her bottom is white?

DreamPlant: Oh Natasha, you didn’t give me big eyes for nothing.

Yes yes, that’s my Dream Plant.

Guy. The neigbour next to Shy and me. Guy’s a nice young boy who me the paper every time. He tells me about the daily happenings in the neighbourhood. How the desperate house wives from across the streets are cheating on each other’s husband and stuff like that.

Yes, yes, Guy, my dream neighbour. Nothing like an man or a boy. Just the guy next door.

Meet Shy. She’s a loveable huggable want to kiss all the time neighbour. I run to her when I run out of sugar. And because she’s so shy, she gives me extra sugar. Not the normal, white, brown type but the wholesome from the chest, I mean heart type.
Yes yes, shy, my girl next door.

Part of my big dreams is not to live alone. Yes yes, I live with my Prom Date. His quirky, squirky and very much like sponge bob squarepants. Yes, yes, he can absorb all my crap and not throw it back at me. He’ll throw it at DreamPlant.

Yes, yes, that’s my Prom Date. Don’t want to say so much about him cause well, I don’t know much about him. All I know is that he looks better is a bow tie than a tie. It makes his hair stand out more too.

So yes, yes, yes, yes and yes, that is my dream world. Or the world I go into when I am bored in class. And you’re more than welcome to join me in it.

Goodies, candies, sleepies and nighties.

Love loves,

Natasha

I don't know why, but I just find this picture very interesting. I took it while I was on my way to Sonny's shop.




Signs. It either kills us or saves us. Singapore is blessed with enough to make sure we walk/drive in the safest way. Signs are out there to make life easier (or harder if you decide to throw your rubbish without reading the signs) There are more than an 1001 signs out there. But here is the one sign that I like. A lot. Yes. A lot.


Well you see, I found this sign on my way to La'Salle. This is the thing I don't get. As you can see, its smacked right beside a traffic light. So why should we pedestrians use the overpass? Saying USE and THIS WAY TO is two different instructions. And look at the 'Overpass' representation. It doesn't even look like an overpass to me.



Okay. I now I don't use the overpass like we should do BUT I do know how and what a overpass is and how it looks like. I don't get this sign, at all. To me, it looks like a.. I don't know. I don't get the 'hanging bars' above the 'car like' structure'. Now here is the BEST PART. I found this a few meters away from this sign.






So which is which? Do we follow the 'car like structure' or do we follow this 'tupperware' looking structure? They are both showing to the same bloody overpass but they are both totally different Signs! Well, not really different signs but different representation of what an overpass is! But at least this one shows where the overpass is and not asking us to use it.

So I say we should change the signs here! We should change it to this.


Right?





Eh. Catching a movie this weekend? Why not watch Step Up 2? The second installation of the first movie Step Up, Step Up 2 to the streets has more out of this world dance moves and great music accompanying it. Ah, now this crap sounds so magazinish. Back to Apiz land.

Cool movie. Got my dancing shoes on and I was dancing my way out of the theater after the movie. Pretty similar to the first movie but they've added more dance routines this time round and its way much more raw compared to the first. Explains the 'to the streets' title attached to it. Step Up 2 is about this girl who has to choose between what she wants to do and is told to do. She either has to stay in school or get kicked to Texas with her aunt for good. So being the girl, she choose to be in school and was posted to an arts school. Blah Blah Blah cut story short, she got kicked out of her street crew and formed a new one and blah blah blah... The End.

What? You don't expect me to tell you the whole story. I paid $9.50 to watch it. You ought too :)

4 out of 5 pop that corn!




Remember Prison Break? Yeah. The one with Scofield in it. Yup. Played by Wentworth Miller, if that's how you spell his name. Well, FOX was good enough to air it again after all the script writer's hu ha about their pay cheques. Well, they are going to continue with Season 3 and finish where they ended off from BUT at the same time they're going to do a spin off from the season too. Cherry Hill. Its the female version of Prison Break. And also Toilet break which will be shot and produced in Singapore. The series will feature Mas Selamat too.















Months ago, I did a review of my own HTC phone and it came out pretty bad. Reason being I can't adapt to touching my screen without the presence of a visible and physical keypad. But now I'm starting to like it. Not enough to make me a huge HTC fan but enough for me to smile. Now, that's nicer.

So lets play this game. Its called Spot the Not. It's simple. Look at the pictures I took with my HTC phone and see what you think doesn't fit there. Ah.. It's easy. Trust me. But for people who can't tell for nuts, I've specially edited (well not really, I just cropped the picture) for you to see it. Ready? And oh yeah, all the performers were 18 during actual shooting.














































I don't know what to title the post so I went back to basics, err... I guess you can call it gibberish. I was cleaning up my stuff the other day when I came across really old stuff like old newspapers (when my family was featured in the papers) certificates, magazines, scripts and loads more stuff but the thing that I'm more interested in was the fact that I actually kept that. Logic would say that this things ought to be thrown but nooooo... I didn't. So let me tell you about keepers.

Ah yes. We call ourselves keepers. I think it runs in the family. Have you came across say a screw driver on the floor. Do you throw it away or keep it? Well, I keep it cause I tell myself "I may never know. Maybe one day I'll need it" So it will be kept in there (wherever there is) for say months and when the next time I clean up the mess again, it will still be there and will always be there when I come to a point of time when I say its time to let it go.

Well, not only screws but anything and close to everything is being kept.. somewhere. Explains why I have TOO many things in my small room which I adoringly share with my two other brothers. Keepers are actually very sentimental people. What? Now you don't trust me? Well, in fact they are very very very sensitive people. People like this are actually people you should treasure the most because even if you gave them a small note, which says "you've been missed" and even if its torn and burnt, they will still keep it. It's not that we're lazy to throw it away but it means alot to us and when we're bored, we usually take it and reflect on the good, sometimes bad, times. Yes, its lovely. And now I sound bloody gay.

So besides keepers, other people you should treasure too are people who say that they miss you and they want to meet you but they never end up meeting. You ought to love that kind of people. OI! Where ARE YOU?! IDIOT!

The clock had struck 12. Natasha was in her bedroom
thinking, pondering hard.

The clock chimed the second time. Natasha was in front
of the television, in her bedroom, thinking, pondering
hard if it was time to get it out of her system.

The clock chimed the third time. Natasha left her
bedroom. She seated herself comfortably on to the
toilet seat praying that her mind would be set at
ease.

The clock went silent. Nothing. Natasha stayed seated
on the toilet with her face cradled in her hands. With
her panties down, she continued to wait. She wondered
further if this was really the right time. Maybe it
was a slight misjudgment of indications. Maybe
everything was really alright and she just needed to hit the
sack.

Tiny gaseous whispers could be heard securing her to
stay a while longer.

A magazine of placed beside her. She picked it up,
hoping that maybe reading the Hollywood tabloids might
make the time past by faster.
Natasha flipped the page, water from the above
toilet ran down the pipes. It made her twitch. Is this
really so hard to do? She ignored the flowing water
and turned the page.

“I know that there are a lot of perfumes already in
the market. And that there’ll be a lot of competition.
I mean, Jenifer Lopez is making good money from just
her perfume collection alone. But I did have an idea
of what kind of scent I wanted to create. I stuck to
the idea and made it work for me,” Paris Hilton, Woman
Weekly.

“Have an idea and make it work for you,” the words
echoed in Natasha’s head. Natasha closed the magazine. She
had made her decision and she was going to make it
work for her.

With a victorious flush and washing of hands, she
dialed his number.

“Hello, Hafez? I made my decision. I want to be with
you. And I’m going to make it work for me and the both
of us. Yeah.”

“Oh, and how did you come up with that?”

“When I was peeing. I told you the toilet is the best
place for thinking.”

Needing to pee now,
Natasha

This are my opinions of things you shouldn't do on Friendster. Well, I'm not saying that you should abide to the law and listen to my utter nonsense in the middle of the night but a word of advice would be nice to hear to once in a while. Doesn't it?

1. Don't spam the god damn bulletin board.

Get this right. Friendster is not closing down anytime soon cause people are still using it and I don't see how the hell they don't make money out of it. People who keep sending this chain bulletin notices are either straight up dumb asses or just doing it so they are 'featured' on the board. Please, be considerate to people trying to get a job.

2. What's with the "40 questions about myself" quiz

I don't get this thing. You answer questions that were posted on the net and let everyone know about it. Say for example...


Okay get this right. Its cool to have a name already but to give yourself a name from a different race is not cool. Say for example your name is Yousuf but people call you Bob. Heard of that one before? Now, you don't see people in America going..


That's like a one in a million thing. So I don't really get this trade culture thing.

3. Post pictures of yourself and shut the hell up about it.

The reason why there was such a function is so that people know who the hell you are. Yes, everyone wants to look good, even myself and we are all victims to vanity or the word wouldn't be invented if there wasn't such a trait BUT please don't post a picture than give a caption like..


This is what I don't understand. Then why post it in the first place. Its either your dumb or trying your best to be modest. The reason why you put it up is because you think its either cool, good or funny. I mean even emo pictures look good when taken from a certain angle but putting it up them shutting yourself down... I don't get it.

4. Chain Reaction.

Don't assume that if someone viewed your profile means you're hot. I sometimes get this "thanks for viewing my profile" Damnit. Its not that I wanted to see it, I had to go through you to get to someone else. I didn't even view it. The page wasn't done loading and I already had skipped the page by pressing on another link. Now, go figure.

5. Lastly...

If she doesn't want to accept you, move on damn it. Its not like shes the only one in friendster. I don't get this "She still wants to be your friend" message which pops out from no where. Deprived people...

There's more. Its just that I'm too lazy to blog about it..




Well in case you didn't realized, this blog has now two, yes two and not one author. The other blogger is Natasha Francisca Hamid just in case you haven't noticed or never realized. But besides the point of who and what is on this page let me tell you how it goes here.Simple, I blogs she blogs. Done. Period. Finished. That's it. Get it? Good. Now lets go to point/s two. The next thing on the agenda are emo kids. I don't get them.

1. They have long hair.

Thats not a problem for me you see but I don't get the "don't look at my right eye damn it" look. I always wonder how the hell they actually see. At do you notice that they always do a "loreal" moment each time they talk. Well, if you thing thats cool, wait till you talk to them for one hour and count the number of times they do it. Just imagine Count Dracula from Sesame Street counting to it. "One Loreal moment. Two Loreal moment. And the number of the day is.. TWO!"

2. They all dress the same.

Its either the sale where you buy 1 and get 9 free or they just think its cool to get the same things from the same shop. "Hey I like your tee shirt. Oh wait! I've got the same damn one!"

3. You can never tell which one is the guy and which one is the girl

If you stand a distance from them, you can never tell. Sometimes the girls wear tees and jeans too like the guys and the guy already have the figure of the girls so you can't really tell. So say you call out to them. "Hi good evening Sir... oh I mean Madam. How are you today? Say what? Oh, a cheeseburger for you without cheese. Noted"

So that's the thing I don't get about them. Can someone please do fill me in about this "oh I hate myself" genre. I don't get it at all. Stay tune and I'll tell you more about what I've noticed about friendster.....




This is what you do when you're bored at home. Actually not you... its me..



This was what I did a month ago...

And this is what I watch everyday....

I'm bored.. Really

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