Malls

Malls...shopping malls...wondering through one made me realise how much a shopping mall reflect society. It is a person watching society change and adapting with us and our new and innovative technologies and fads. The mall would always stand there watching and impersonating society, this in turns influences the people who have yet grasps the latest updates. We learn from the malls and malls learn from us. So who teaches who?

Berhenti

I missed the oppurtunity to get you babe to stay with me.
Never thought i'd regret the excuses that I've made
Like a song, it will fade
So I put my feeling out to dry
Love, one day you again i'll have to try
Falling out, making love it's seems such a silly game
Why do I never gain?
If there is music in the night and it's really really right....It's the only thing I need.
It intoxicates your mind all your troubles left behind, so come on and take my lead
It's not just me who feels it
Music plays a mind trick
Watch me forget... about missing you....WoW!

Going

Sometimes people come into a pathway in their life where they either go on or they stay just as they are, and sometimes people can go on while staying the same but others they go on with a whole lot of changes....the remainder of these people well, they never change and always stay as they are, but in reality who is really the best person? Who is making an impact upon life on this world? Which one is really the worst off? Well its a path you forge out yourself, whichever path ridden on is the path you chose so, if thats the way you want it to be then....you have accomplished all your goals. And if you are not on the path that you want to be on and if you look deep into yourself and find out that you don't really love yourself then Noura you will be a failure. A chaotic depressive mess and all around you will be darkness.......light has faded and the colourful windows have all been passed before.....thus finding the right conclusion to the statements made...well....they will find your self.

Hang Tuah? Tak Tuah lah!

**STEPHEN-RAHMAN HUGHES

Why can't there be more presence on stage? *ARGH!* Beautiful lights, Amazing scores and wonderful seats... the grand circle!! What more can anyone want? Oh ya...a better Hang Tuah...sorry dude you kindda didn't pass off well enough, and the slight lisping doesn't help either. Well atleast he can carry a tune, a very long streched spine tingling note....lasting for about....4 Hours? hehe! But why can't there be more presence on the stage? Wish M.Nasir could come and be Hang Tuah...hmm...well one less yummy chocolate doughnut face to cuci mata with. But atleast the play will be salvaged!! Well let's see....let's leave M.Nasir to be Hang Tuah and Stephen-Rahman can be Hunk Muda! Hehe...LAME!!! Well...giggling, snorting and throughly enjoying it....life can be such a nag sometimes but with Puteri Gunung Ledang it helps being pulled into dreams. If only the Puteri was me....

Di atas gunung yang tidak berapi
Suatu hari ada yang menanti
Kedatangan kamu kedalam negeri
Untuk membawa kamu kepada Puteri.
Dari Harrods ke KLCC
Dari the Thames sampai Klang Valley
Kamu akan sampai satu hari
Dan di atas gunung yang tidak berapi
Perjumpaan kamu dengan puteri ini.

-Noura Talib-

Hehehe....doing assignment and feeling very lame....well let's resume the inane gigling and the foolish thoughts for without dreams life would never be meaningful at all!

Puteri's At Gunung Ledang

At the Puteri Gunung Ledang show....Sarah, Natasha, Nadrah, Nusrat and Noura (aka Me)....looking FAT but its all cool.....the screen at back says Puteri Gunung Ledang....very faintly can see....

Think

Sometimes there is a line drawn between what is right and what is wrong....and sometimes its blurred. I'm standing in between wondering where to jump to...where should my ending abode be? The world of the leprechauns, magical creatures and fantastic looking men....or the world of life upon another world? Thoughts of life upon another world at least. Well thoughts won't get no one anywhere...so just end this now. Goodnight.

Clinicx

Got to understand that a days work by someone
Shouldn't be paid unto another person....
Got to understand that some friends
will only remain as friends, nothing more,nothing less....
Got to comprehend that loneliness...
only happens to those that want to be alone....
Got to know that tommorrow....
Will bring as much happiness as sorrow.

** won't this ever end? This painstakingly handmade life path....and when it does will i ever be ready to greet it with open arms?**

*vignesh is going down down down*

=)

Sweet smells, sandy pits, sunset lights, Amroo's smiles.....telling tales and fidgety fools, Askanazi marriages and Stupid peeps. Spies all around....reading even this.....how can time not lose itself when the sand is passing through? Baby crying....obsessive love, cartoons commotion.....and beauty up above.

Cookies and Muffins

Chocolate cookies....and blueberry mufins....symbols of two different portions of my life...why does life hand people another chance? To make sure that they get it wrong the second time? Or to allow them another chance to get it right?
learn from your mistakes, don't fall down again....always believe that God has a plan for everyone....even the Denmark asshole. God has a plan....it may not come now....but it will show soon....have faith and love will lead you back home.

Hundred

A hundred letters I never sent to you
Which I've left lying on the ground
A hundred unanswered questions
Answers I never found

A thousand times I've called you
But then hung up the phone
A thousand times a day I miss you
And feel so alone

A hundred half slanted doors
Left half opened never closed
A hundred apologies I gave to you
The ones that you disposed

A thousand times I cry at night
Because I miss you the most
A hundred times I've regretted
Letting us become so close

A hundred times I've asked myself
What did our talks mean
A hundred times I thought just maybe
This is all a bad dream

A hundred times I've pondered
Is it meant to be us two
A hundred times I've wished
That I didn't still love you

A hundred times I've wondered
Did you love me like you said
A hundred times I've hoped that
Our love is not yet dead

So now I'll ask you did you love me
Like you once told me
Do you think it could live up to
What I wanted us to be

I don't have to hear your answer
Because your head is hanging low
Everything we once had was a lie
Because you just told me no.

HARry Raya

Its HARRY ROYA TOMMOLLOW!!! ...okay that was ages aso......when I still had the chance of a lifetime to not screw up my bloddy frrokying english paper....when my A was confirmed....when.....when.....when....I still had an attraction to the opposite sex......now its so hard to have a thing for men. HEhEHEHEhe! I feel so gay...no i'm just joking puh-lease! I need to breathe real air, get away from all the wobbly butts and the cute dimples....not nipples!!
(siti nurhaliza+blonde hair= dumb blonde)
Tarik's smile is infectious, want his smile babaye! Well that's just lame when you rehelly want to scream and jump on the monkey bars at Al-Hidayah...just jump from on bar to the next or run around the huge field at Bentley primary and scream your momma jokes at the top of your lungs. Need a break man!!!! You didn't sleep one whole night for studying purposes! WEEHOOO! never did that before....quite scary and impressed with it....my maths better be great!! Or else sooomebody's gunna get hurt!!Maths tomolo. Scared like shite.....just wanna jump into the pool half empty of shite and mud....rolling and mucking around acting like the princess of Mombasa.

Rental

Do I have a for sale sign stuck on my forehead? Or most probably a I'm single and free sign...plastered all around. It's like finally guys are asking for my number and stuff....like finally people actually want to know me.....not like that matters i turn them down anyways. Gosh i'm feeling weird today....exams are coming up and auntie nadima just says that i should get married. What a weirdo!! Well feeling not too bad now and echo's having a PAR-TAy soon....yippee!! Adamas hottiee!! How do you know when someone you hate likes you and someone you like hates you? Why is the world filled with superficial beings filled with their own selfish desires. What goes around comes around.....i don't know what would become of me.....I'm feeling terrified of the shadows on the walls, scared of the words that they whisper....how can a girl grow up to be a murderer? A girl would grow up to be what she wants to be.....lalalala....love saying that.....lalalalalala!! WEEEEEEE.......Coral reefs and Hawaiian beaches. Love the whirlpools and tornadoes.....hahahahahhaha!! Die people DIE!! hehhehehehe!! I'll save you idiots!! Kingdom Asia's best fighter......the Taliban Princess!!

~God gave everyone a plan~

Wings

To die or not to die
To pierce or not to pierce
To have or not to have
To lose or not to lose
To jump or not to jump
To love or not to love
To breathe or not to breathe
To hug or not to hug
To cry or not to cry
To smile or not to smile
To laugh or not to laugh
To dig or not to dig
To eat or not to eat
To fly or not to fly
When will I have my wings?
When will this choice be right?
When will I love again?
When will I takeoff the first flight?
When will I make a choice
When will I be right?
When will I have my wings?
When? When? When?


~wings of gold come all the time but true love.....it comes once in a lifetime~

~lalalalalalalala~

Haemophilia

The days pass by and the power of love has passed by through his dead cold hands...the possibility of love with any human being has long left him. Its quite sad really after hearing his plight of seeking true love and getting destroyed at every corner by another girl that this young and healthy straight male decided to take a step into the other side and become a gay. Remember you have no problems with gays but just that somehow or rather these thoughts come up and i wonder how would it feel to be a guy? I mean really, the way you have to hold a girl's waist and buy her flowers and pamper her with money and dinners.....how would a guy manage all this? And why? For love? I don't believe that love to that stage can be allowed to grow in this young stage of people's lives. Ok well ya, decided that i don't have anything against gays and lesbians as people but i do have something against their priorities and values. Maybe that's why i could never be close friends with people without faith in their lives....or is it the hand of God covering me from their stares and their embraces.
Well it's not like you should stop watching Queer Eye For a Staright Guy! Love Jai! hehe. It rhymes.....
Vignesh is going down down down!~ This is with me for life! that's just So sardonic.

Listen Row

Sometimes words escape from the deepest wells of my being and run around as little hooligans shrieking out loud for attention and other times they just run and play amongst themselves, collecting more little hooligans to add the water in the well...what does this mean? Well, Noura this means that you want be listened to and want to listen to others. So what does the wind bring whistling to my ears? The sadness and the pain of the palestinians? Or the happiness and success of the Jews? Or is this a rojak of both?

As i was watching the butts of Arabs go wobbly wobbly I screamed out HEY LADY! YOU FORGOT TO WEAR PANTIES WHEN YOU GREW UP! Then a voice just like reshmy's came whispering in a hungama thunder, you never wear panties too Noura! Hehehehe!
So waiting there in the lecture hall I was pondering the thoughts of the bluebirds and the magpies that surround me and I forgot to wear my underwear.....well gotta self-motivate my fat body to work out and jump to the clouds without underwear of course....haha. I like that laugh it makes things sound absolutely sacarstic and yet it brings this kind of sanity with it....haha. Hehehehehe! LOLZ! ok I'm rehelly goin mental here....Sunway people are not all their up to be.
Well who is these days?

~white people are afraid of the black man....white people are afraid of arab man....white people are afraid of the chines man....and white people are afraid of the russian and german man....tell me one type of person a white man isn't afraid of? Oh wait...GOD~

~wobbly wobbly Arab Butts doing sumo wrestling and beating drums, ante asreashmah~

Somedays

Somedays watching the clouds roll by....can be quite interesting....other days it gets plain boring! AHHH!! I am feeling so the lame....well...AHHH!!

I need to breathe...just breathe....pretentious people surround me and the best part of the story is that it doesn't show any feelings,no loss, no love, no emotions....just somedays.....sometimes I want to be alone and be with silence...silence and darkness....with the only light escaping from my heart.....the light of faith.

So, someday when the world has passed me by~I sit around and wonder why~You were always there for me~Why can some people just stick with you no matter what and others just seem to dissapear? Why?

So there I am somedays wanting to be alone and other days to be amongst people...isn't it tiring to be with people all day long? Somedays life takes a rollercoaster dive downwards spiralling into an exhilirating adrenaline pumping time for a short time and then sadness and self pity engulfs the body,burning hot flames into the soul. But then its time to carry on and go up steadily all over again, pick up and move on...pick up and continue the rollercoaster ride again. Sometimes the cart that rides the body would be filled with different people and then....the cart empties and the remaining people left are the ones you call true friends. Well true friends and soulmates....both staying in the cart, until the end where the rollercoaster ride literally ends and it ceases to continue, ending in a complete stop.

Lamenting upon the lost past....crying underneath a starry filled night...by a murky dark lake side....I wonder, Somedays.....

CAR-MINE

MY FUTURE HUSBAND TO BE.......

Little Thoughts

Well....life's gotta go on.....I don't think i'm up to doing speech therapy anymore. I mean so many other courses to choose from....why speech therapy?? Well ya, get to work with disturbed children and get to touch tongues all day....and there is a short course on psychology included in the course, I would leave not only as a speech pathologist but also as a reader of the human being. How can someone read a person? I mean...isn't that weird having a shrink look at you and analze you and your emotions? How can someone know who you are inside and out through text books and experiments? That's just plain freaky.... I don't think anybody knows me well enough....cause if they do they would probably start running away to an undisclosed location so I won't be able to scare them there.....hehehhee!! No really there is this complicated side of me even I haven't fully comprehended, this sadistic, psychotic and well undescribable side.....some may call it immaturity cause when that side starts talking they all go...."Noura grow up"....well I dunno what the scientists would name it but it's called something like 'instinct'.

Somedays when the time passes you by and you mix with forty five different people there is this gut wrenching feeling that makes the mind instantly judge the people you're with....
I have came to realize that people are an amazing species and they all have their different and uniqueness....some you feel utterly comfortable with, even at first meetings, some you just will never let down your guard.
Why do some people tell these little thoughts out loud? They scare people away.....maybe people just don't like to hear the truth, well face it, its reality.....I know that things which are not nice to hear aren't all that bad....it makes you realise your mistakes and nobody's perfect, they might have problem's with their parents, some with their marks, others just have problems making friends....these are just the few little thoughts that run through the mind....why? Why? WHY? Why are they like that? Why don't they have any friends....and we all just come up with our own version of the tale. Assuming and prying, everyone is curious.....well just that people who mention anything about it well they would be warned at....well i guess going against the norms would make that happen.....Well i have heard some weird things that this little brain has been telling mebut well, as long as all those little thoughts that pop out of my head stay in my head and don't escape through my mouth, I reckon I'll probably keep some great friends around me....

But now I'm still confused if I should do speech therapy or not....hmm.....little thoughts, dirty little elvish ghoulish things swimming in the murky warm pools of your creative mind....

Lovebird

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with two glossy, colourful, marvelous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly freely in the sky, bringing joy to whoever that saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird. But then she thought: "He might want to visit far off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy at the bird's ability to fly. And she felt alone.

So she thought: "I'm going to set a trap, the next time the bird appears, he will never leave again". The bird that was also in love returned the following day fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird every day, there he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends who said: " Now you have everything you could possibly want." However a strange transformation had taken place now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss, he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention except by feeding him and cleaning put his cage.

One day the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking of him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him fly for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
-Paulo Coelho-

Affair

You used to be a friend of mine
But I was so wrong
My heart told me reality was filled with lies
and yet it was truth all along.
You used to hold me
Watch me cry....
And I couldn't breathe
Because your love was there...through the night

Now I want the days to leave...
Your eyes burned with scarred tears
Of the pain I caused
But now I see that it was your fears
Of me discovering my loss.....

I lost to you my sacred friend
You stole the heart away
And yes I'll hate you to the very end
As now I sit and pray......

Pray that life would steal my pain
Pray that he'll come back again
Pray this nightmare can't be seen
Pray that I'm still living my dream

But the past has left
And the present is loneliness
For the knife cuts my chest
And my heart came out with it.....

So sad the toys that never brought smiles
So bad the boys that make you cry
but I thought you were different
I thought you wouldn't hurt me
But this hurt cuts deeply
and it can't be fixed with a sorry.

Your calls don't get answered....
Your joys won't be fully endured
You will torture your soul into sadness
for you have lost all happiness....
The day you betrayed me
The day the eyes saw selfish desires only
The day lust broke our friendship into two
Oh Jealousy, I hate you.