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Here at Bra&Boxers, we believe in randomness. Yes, absolute randomness. So random I have to do this $%^&** just for the sake of showing you how random I can be. And I wonder where the hell is Mas Selamat. The dude has been away for two months now. Oh yeah, back to the topic.

Let's say if we had a hundred lines, 67 out of the 100 would have been utter nonsense that should have never been there in the first place. But its there just for the sake of filling up the spaces to make the entry look super cool. Other than that, it serves no purpose at all.

So if you had obediently read every SINGLE WORD to this point ---> . <--- I must admit you're indeed a true reader. So I would like to thank you for your loyal readership which has made this blog a blog.

So again, let's just stress on the randomness. Ready?

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But please, if you don't want to get arrested then don't enter the site. Okay?

This past few days have been tiring. Been travelling from one end to the other end of Singapore. And yes we have found White Sands new mascot!

Bet you even the kids would love throwing their rubbish in there.

.: SleeP :.

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~This entry was written by an author who just ate to cups of cookies and cream ice cream.~

I Natasha am stress. Again. Why? Well because I have been thinking and then I just begun thinking too much and now, not quite yet but almost there...I am freaking out.

I am going to break it down into a systematic order so that I can prevent further breaking down.

PART 1

First, my boyfriend told me a whole lot of stuff. I freaked out. Well not really. Cause he was there and I had to keep a straight face and pretend that all was calm and cool. But inside I was thinking, "You love me alot? Oh my cheese and crackers, Sha what in the world of chocolates, what have you gotten yourself into?"

Jeng jeng jeng.........


So there I was at Redhill MRT station reasoning with my beloved boyfriend about why I think so negatively of our relationship and how I am perpetually keep jumping into conclusions of him running away from me or cheating on me or leaving me or.....oh crap. I'm starting to sound desperate now.

Moving on, we talked and I listened and I smiled and I held his hand and he let go and I go scared and then it got late and he took the train and I took the train home and then he messaged me.
"Bla bla bla bla COMMITMENT bla bla bla"

Jeng jeng jeng.....

There I was, Natasha sitting in the MRT beside a passenger bouncing his bald head to some hip hop song, looking at the SMS, reading it thrice. When suddenly.....KABOOM!

Do you know what happened? Do you? Do you? That's right you don't. Cause I haven't told you. Well I tell you now.

There I was, Natasha sitting in the MRT beside a passenger bouncing his bald head to some hip hop song, looking at the SMS, reading it thrice when suddenly........I had a moment of self realization.

My boyfriend was so intensely committed to me and all I could think about was when he was leaving me. You know if I could look myself in the mirror I would tell myself,

"You ungrateful Euralay. The nerve of you downgrading your boyfriend to such a level. He loves you and here you are wasting your time thinking of whether you should have two cups of ice cream instead of three when he leaves you. Outrageous.
Natasha, you should be appreciating all the things he did for you. Inclusive of combing your hair all the times you asked him too. And what about that time he held your hand when...........well there you go, Natasha, he doesn't even need a reason to hold you hand. Now where can you find another boy like that? Where damn it? Where?"

Alright going overboard. But you know, I think I look better when I scold myself in the mirror. It brings out my eyes. You should try it sometime. Helps with mouth exercise too.

Where was I? Oh yes, the moment of self realization. I was not as committed to my boyfriend as he is to me. All this while, as I was traveling around the world, my boyfriend was worried if I was safe or not and me....Little old mean me what thinking if he was cheating on me.

Well, Natasha, things are going to change. And its going to start with the ice cream. No more cookies and cream. From now on, its going to be strawberry. Its sweeter and more healthy.

And Natasha, trust your boyfriend. You owe it to him. He loves you. All the more reason you should love him more.

So as of this day, 27 MAY 2008, 2:26am, I declare that I Natasha Francisca Hamid am really tired and am going to bed.

And that I trust my boyfriend, of course.

Stay tuned for Part Two.

Love loves,
Natasha


Blogger was arrested for making racist remarks on blog. I think that was what the story which made head lines news yesterday. I don't really know what the hell happened but I browsed through the newspaper (illegally of course) and read things like 'I didn't know people read my blog' and 'he was smelly' or maybe 'never changed his clothes for a long time' or somewhere along that line.

If you can't see the video, let me tell you what's in it.

1. We see commuters waiting to board the train.

2. They have to literally shove themselves in.

3. Train staff actually help this commuters shove themselves in by pushing them in like sardines.

4. I don't know what else to say. Just wait for it to load and watch it for yourselves.

At least here in Singapore, we don't have to really push ourselves in and we don't have MRT staff pushing us in. In fact we do have staffs telling us that the next train arrives in 4 minutes. And if you realize, there is still space in the train but people just don't put in the effort to move in.

So my dear fellow Singaporeans, we are blessed with good signages unlike this.

Even on crowded days it ain't as bad as this.

And help is always close by unlike this.

So the next time you want to complain, think. And maybe you won't get yourself arrested by your friendly neighbourhood policeman.

.: Sha'S iN MiLaN :.

It's been awhile since I last spoke here so now let me start complaining. Everything is going up up up. Yes, prices of rice is going up, petrol is a killer and now even electricity is going up. There's this ongoing campaign to save electricity but thing is, its shown on Television. Why not save more electricity and start printing out fliers and posters.

But some people have gone through great extends to save electricity. Let us see.

If you don't know what it is, its actually a girl using her laptop under the block. That's okay of course but she's plugged the adaptor to the socket under the block too. Talk about saving electricity and promoting it.

And next we shall see how people or might I say a group of people save even more electricity.

I really don't know how to comment on this.

.: DOwN PleaSe :.

I just met Osama Bin Laden's best friend.

Let me introduce him. Just call him Tengku(chief).


Tengku, bless his name, who's got no balls to use his own name is from Ipoh, Perak.
From his profile picture, I presume he is Final fantasy fan.
Tengku has painstakingly sat down, viewed my friendster pictures and has commented on half one of them.
He even took the time to give me some advice.
Of which does not appeal to me for I am not a Muslim.
Rumour has it, Tengku has already commented on several other people from Friendster.
This got me to thinking that he must be a very very free man.
And since, I have a lot of free time now, I shall comment on Tengku too.
For I believe one good deed deserves another.

Oh, I'm sorry about the bad cropping of the pictures.
Oh, my Malay is not all that good so if I happen to translate whatever Tengku said wrongly, please feel free to correct me.
Thanks.

Comment 1


Tengku commented: owh my2....cover ur aurat plizzzz....
(aurat= parts of the girl's body that should be covered)

Natasha comments: I dunno if you're referring to me or my Hafez.
Either ways. It just sounds like you're jealous.

Comment 2


Tengku: umah kata blah laaaaaa.....kubo kata mail lahhh....apa kau sanggup mnghadapi panas nya api d nraka apabila ia mambakar bhgian tubuh yg kau dedah kan?,,,,,sebaik2 wanita dalah wanita yg th bgaimna dan d mana ptut nya d litakkan maruah nya sbgaia seorg wanita...

Natasha: If any of you happen to know what he is talking about, please let me know.
I think Tengku hates the letters a, e, i, o, u.

Comment 3


Tengku: kehidupan remaja zaman kini...buta dgn apa itu halal dan apa itu haram...... sesngguh nya kau bersedih apabila mlihat saudara seislam ku cuba mnjadi barat lebih dari barat itu sndiri

(teenagers today are blinded by what is allowed and what is not allowed....it is very sad to see a Muslim more westernized that a westerner himself)

I think thats what it means.

Natasha: I'm not a Muslim girl. I am who I am. I know I'm fat. I'm happy. If you're so confident, how come you have final fantasy picture as your friendster primary photo? Are you really that good looking and really own such a bike?


Comment 4



Tengku: u should not miss them...should b thankfull to Allah if u r stayin far from them..at least u can avoid from stupid mistake...cover ur aurat plizzzzzz

Natasha: You're judging my friends too. That's really sad. Especially when they're more covered up than me. I dunno, but maybe you dont have that many friends? I hope that's not the case. That would be all the more sad.


Comment 5


Tengku: smiling like a shit
Natasha: For someone who uses the name of God, you sure are vulgar.

Comment 6



Tengku: yg belah kanan bj hitam, tu cam pondan ja aku tgk ish2
: astagfirullahhhh... mngucap pjg aku di sini

(the girl on the right in black looks like a tranny. I think thats what pondan means)
Once again, if someone can help me figure out what he is saying in the 2nd comment, feel free to let me know. Thank you.)

Natasha: For you to actually be calling my girlfriend a pondan, doesnt it mean in some way or the other you were checking her out? Or maybe, I dunno, but just maybe, you've never been kissed before. Oh wait, do people from Ipoh know such words like pondan?

Comment 7



Tengku: cover ur aurat plizzz...apa kau x malu jantan2 ni meratah tgk badan kau...apa kau dh x de maruah...sekurang2 nya tolong lah malu dgn diri sndiri

(cover the parts of which should be covered please....you're inviting guys to come have a "meal" with you....i dunno what the third sentence means....you yourself should know your limits)

I think thats what it means.

Natasha: I'm sorry for showing off my chubby arms and hair. I meant to do it. It was a really hot day. Couldn't you tell from the light outside the window?

Comment 8




Tengku: ya allah...apa nih...aku malu tgk apa kau diri sndiri x malu ker....hmmmmm kau x de masa dh nk taubat kalu tetiba kau mati...mnjerit lah nant

(oh my god...what is this...i feel embarrassed for you for embarrassing yourself...hmm...when the time comes and you dont repent death will come upon you....that's when you'll be calling for help)

Natasha: I do admit that my top is rather low in the front. When the dooms day comes, maybe we can have a cup of coffee and chat about how innocent you are. And i sure wont be calling tengku for help, if that is your real name.

There you have it folks. Natasha Vs Tengku

As much as I would like to block Tengku from my profile, I think he was just voicing out what he beliefs in and I don’t blame him for that.

I may not know much about Islam.
But I do know that it is a way of life.
And that it has something to do with the knowledge you have.
Well, if you judge someone by only knowing their name, doesn’t sound like you very knowledgeable.
Don’t you agree Tengku?


Have you ever wondered why roses are called roses and why the opium plant is called opium. Like, there must be a group of people out there somewhere who sat down together over a cup of coffee and decided the names for such stuff.

Then it struck me, they usual name them after some scientific name which came from some Latin name. So which one exactly is the source? Did you know that the scientific name for a rose is actually Rosa multiflora? I'm not kidding. Google it and you'll probably find out more.

So why have scientific names? Or just imagine if they didn't simplified it, the guys would be going, "Honey, would you like a bouquet of Rosa multiflora for Valentine's day?"

That would be so hard to remember.

So now, I'll show you an unedited picture which I got from Mustafa Centre. And I swear I didn't even touch it. It's a pure picture. Have a look.



Whoever came up with that name? What were they thinking?! Alright, so this is what I found out from this website, http://anrvitamins.com/glossary/hornyg.html.

Apparently its a form of vitamin. I'll quote from site.

Used as an aphrodisiac; increases blood flow to the genital area, which improves sexual energy and pleasure to both men and women; lowers blood pressure by dilating capillaries and blood vessels; slows adrenal production that can hinder blood flow to the sex organs.

But why HORNY GOAT WEED?

Then I was thinking maybe they named it after looking at the characteristics of a goat. Why not call it HORNY MONKEYS WEED? Or maybe cause Goats lick the area first before going down to business?

Whatever it is, it sure is funny.

"Dude, what's that?"

"It's my vitamins"

"What's in it?"

"Horny Goat Weed" Try it! Makes you horny!"



And please guys, if you've eaten it, please please please don't go to Mustafa Center to get condoms. Why? Cause they ran out of it....!!















Like a woman's mood, it was pretty obvious the scores improved and had her frequent swings. But I think the scores we produced were pretty alright. Not that bad. Maybe we should pick up a few bowling lessons.

But there were things there that made us laugh pretty hard too. Firstly we had Mat Chicken.



If you zoom in to the boy in the blue shirt, you would see a significant head gear. I don't what the hell it is for but he was using it the whole time.

Then we had this. The killer SPLIT or also known as the GOAL POST.

And then followed by another KILLER SPLIT and GOAL POST. And yes there are people who can spare this shit.

Then it made me wonder how the hell they did it. But nevertheless I don't have the money and time to bowl so much so we shall stick to amateur playing.

It ain't that bad. At least the stats here showed us something to smile about.

Went to Mustafa Center at night and yes we had more fun there.

Fizal Hawk

Cowboys Sesat

The salesperson was pretty friendly.

The Contenders Mustafa

Flying Ball

Kickers Boys

Long enough?

Mat Malaysia

And so we decided to play with TOYS..

.: MiSS Sha :.

Before we head on down to the agenda of the day, there are certain things I would like to bring up first.

1. If you're obediently reading point number 1, you're doing the right thing.

Now this is found in Singapore. If you take the public transport, you would have probably seen it in the trains. Now this is the part that really made me think, a lot. Instead of the No durians rule (which I find very weird), why not make it No smelly people rule. Come on, let's all admit it that people with body odour kills.

I understand that Durians are smelly but if I were a tourist, I would be thinking that indeed Singapore is a FINE city. It would have been crazier if this were to happen.

Then I thought to myself, why fine someone so much. And where does the money go to? I shall research on this and get back to you as soon as I get some answers from SMRT.

.: HaPPy :.

If you're here for the first time, read the other post and not only the recent one. Damn it. This blog is shared by two authors with DIFFERENT views! So instead of making assumptions that this is the next place where we critic people, think again. There's more than just that!

Will be back later at night. Cheers

Ladies and girls…

Welcome to Natasha’s Fashion Post….

I always wanted to do this and I might probably get into trouble but who cares…..

Special thanks to all below and www.friendster.com

Lets begin with The Young Chickas or so they claim…..

Introducing ADEK....

Notice her talent for making her face a different colour tone from she skin.
Her bra strap was well chosen to match her earrings. She has neatly placed a hair clip of which does not match to bring out her eyes. Well done!
And yes, the eyes are fake.

Next we have Baby Cine….

**Please do not admire the people on the left.

She is absolutely perfect for those before and after under 19 make-up test. Not for animals but for humans.

Although Chinese claimed, she is blessed with rather alright sized eyes and double eyelids. Her eyes are further accentuated with gold dust as you can observe on the right.

Now lets put our hands together for Eerah Manje…

Definition of Manje

According to Dr Dian Farini, The all time Chicka and Sir Muhd Hilmi Bin Othman, a Model Scout, Manje means pampered.

Eerah, has adorably pampered herself with the sense of touch. Some people try to get it from their boyfriends or loved ones. But she has daintily used her hands as her own solace. Especially the finger tips.

Moving on is BayBie…

Her eye brows have been specially designed to suit the exact opposite of a baby.

The slight use of blusher is used to potray the rosy cheeks of that of a baby. Together with the use of foundation and concealer and highlight, she has achieved the baby bottoms smooth complexion. Just like babies, she likes to suck on her fingers too.

Next we have the delicious Chocoholic

She is white chocolate coated topped of with green minty eyes, I think, and a chain of rotten berries. Thanks to her tidy combed hair, she has brought out the new white chocolate with extra spicy yet scary but most likely crunchy hazelnuts.

Lets move on shall we to the next and my favourite category.

The Naturals

These young set of girls are not pretty but certainly bring a smile to your face with their natural beauty. No make-up, no accessories, no anything. Just one percent pure naturalness. They come in all shape and sizes too. NO NICKNAMES

First up we have Faten Hannah

As she holds the hat securely on, she flashes us a white smile. Her pearly white teeth draws all attention from the puffy eyes and messy hair. Nice.

Joining her is…Ms Tumbuck. I hope i spelt her name right.

Just as seen, eats, sleeps, smokes. Wearing a tank tops adds to the comfort of doing such daily duties. Sometimes, not wearing a bra helps too.

And tonight we are closing with the one with the sharp object Aishah.

She is, I presume of mixed bred. The brunette is dressed casual, smiling and just plain sweet. Although the scissors makes her hand appear gigantically inproportionate her features still stand out shying away from the sharpness of the scissors.


For our grand finale, we shall close with the following beauties. Those of whom had me staring at them countless number of times in all the wrong places for all the right reasons.

No, they are not sisters.

This is Natasha, thanking all the girls who have obliviously participated in the above post. I would like to extend my outmost gratitude to you for posting your pictures on Friendster.




Love loves,
Natasha

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