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		<title>Dreamlike Interlude</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 12:28:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nussaïbah Raja</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Back to reality, Sayuka and I should probably go to, but the past two days were so dream-like that one feels that real life is in fact dull sometimes.”Let’s have a sleep over,” we decided back in February when we received our results. Among all the things we wanted to do, this had been top [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Back to reality, Sayuka and I should probably go to, but the past two days were so dream-like that one feels that real life is in fact dull sometimes.”Let’s have a sleep over,” we decided back in February when we received our results. Among all the things we wanted to do, this had been top on our lists for some one or two years now, without ever receiving permission for it. Thing’s weren’t that easy, with our overprotective mothers who weren’t not that willing to let their girls go somewhere else to spend the night, not that we haven’t done it before… But I think going to someone’s home rather than a bungalow near the beach or a seminar organized by the school is way different.</p>
<p>Knowing that a full-proof plan was needed, for, of course, we were going to be bombarded with questions about the why and stuff. The best strategy needed to be adapted to get past the barriers our supermoms created, and after dropping clever hints for months and crafting the perfect reasons, we decided to present our cases to our mothers. We almost jumped in joy when we heard the oh-so-awaited “yes” uttered by our mothers! We had wanted this for a long time, but somehow everything was rushed. The previous week, I told the girls that they could come whenever they want, and suddenly, Wednesday arrived, with me hurrying to go meet them.<span id="more-275"></span></p>
<p>It was decided to meet in town first, for a trip to the beauty salon (yes, it would seem in the past months our feminine side had been awakened). A quick remake of “The Grudge” (with Nus in the main role) later, we finally made way for Nus’s place where what would be the craziest day of our life would soon begin! Lying on the sofa bed which since 2007 has been witnessing our girly meetings, with Nus’ feet somewhere where they shouldn’t have been, we started playing our favourite Top 5 game, which somehow switched from Top 5 to Top Worst and vice versa, as per the whims of  the ‘not-so-womanly woman of the house’.</p>
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<p>But doing the same things over and over again do tend to be tiring, no matter how fun they are. Five cards later, we were under the blankets, talking about god-knows-what, until we fell on my “cute perfumed diary” as Sayuka so perfectly described in 2002. No need to say that what was written in it was mostly embarrassing for Sayuka and G. We really were dying of laughter as we went through the pages… 2002 was the year Sayuka, G. and I met, though I doubt we’ll ever remember how Sayuka and I met really. However, if there’s something we’re not likely to forget, it’s how we practically hated each other. And the not-so-perfected sarcastic tone of Sayuka’s note just reminded us of that time, upon which, we laughed even more.</p>
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<p>After taking a break for some calorie intake, we continued till the very last page, reading out the very limited intellectual abilities of us kids when we were 12 years old. G couldn’t stay for the night, so she went home at about 3, promising to comeback the day after.</p>
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<p>With just the two of us alone now, Nus and I decided to continue talking, jumping, as was our habit, from one subject to the next, till we were called for dinner. After which, back upstairs, tucked under the blanket again, we decided to watch an old Olsen Twins movie. Movie time was also cuddling time, as I soon learned; for as soon as Nus didn’t want to continue watching the screen, she snuggled teasingly against me, which earned her a good deal of “Leave Me alone” and slaps. But soon, we grew tired of the movie, and stopped watching altogether, going back to discussing matters that were worrying us. It was the time for a truly open-hearted conversation, with our feelings and emotions laid bare.</p>
<p>“Hey, let’s get on the bed, okay? We’ll fall asleep here, if that continues,” said Nus, some hour later, eyelids drooping and voice all sleepy. It was true; the demons of sleep were sneaking on us. So we grudgingly went to make the bed and sunk underneath the 4 layers of thick blanket.  We were expecting to fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows, but the night was far from over.</p>
<p>From the serious topics on the sofa bed, we indulged in the silliest conversation ever, unable to laugh for everyone was asleep already! We stifled laughter and giggles as each of us added to the silliness of the conversation, so much that the 4 supposedly heavy blankets were flung off us as easily as a simple cover would! A blanket war later, we were left feeling as hot as in summer, suffocating under the blankets. It was time for a change of scenery: off went two of the heaviest blankets. Once again under the covers, we resumed the conversation. It was time for Nussie to feel all affectionate and clingy, sinking low in the bed and snuggling close to me. As I flung off her arms and pushed her unmoving body away, Nus protested in the most innocent manner: “But there’s no room! Don’t push me!”  Needless to say there was still half of the bed left on her side, but the little missy’s love was overwhelming and she couldn’t keep her hands to herself, despite my harsh words and kicks and punches! So I gave up, and let her do as she pleased (it was easier to let her do that; for fighting her off made her more clingy -.-)</p>
<p>We soon came to a realization: Nus and I were through and through closet perverts xD. We couldn’t help it! I witnessed a quick parody of “Spiderman” starring Nus, and learned that her legs were in fact a sack of potatoes! So the laughter doubled and the antics intensified, so much that we didn’t see the time pass. A glance at the clock, or more exactly Nus’s phone, told us it was almost 3 in the morning! We decided to have some rest, for we didn’t want to be Zombies and miss the fun the next day!</p>
<p>I remember waking up to my mom opening the door to my room. As per her usual routine, she went to feed the fish and at the same time, stole the empty cookies box which still is lying on my kitchen shelf. My last thought before I fell in deep slumber again was “I can’t believe she’s not banging doors today”, which is part of her daily routine as well. I woke up again to the really loud vibrations of my cellphone. It was G. sending me an sms, telling us that she would be coming at 11.30 a.m. instead of the 10.00 a.m we had agreed to. So far, so good, for I wasn’t sure we would have been ready at 10. I showed Sayuka the message and I think we both fell asleep again, to wake up to the deafening alarm clock of my cellphone. Maybe it was time to wake up after all, but… sleep was the only thing on my mind…</p>
<p>Sayuka, being the most reasonable one, got out of bed immediately. I watched her as she went to and from the connected living room in search of her stuff, not that I could actually see her very clearly. I was without my glasses, very sleepy and half of my face was covered with the blanket. I think she talked to me, but I can’t really remember. It was only when she went to the other room that I decided to get out of sweet heaven as well.</p>
<p>I heard Nus getting out of bed and going to brush her teeth. By that time, I was on her arm chair, watching her goldfish doing their morning gym, feeling very sleepy. I came out from my trance-like state by an apparition in pink!  “Shall we get breakfast,” Nus asked. Nodding, I followed her downstairs where Nus presented to me the possible combinations for breakfast. Too tired to bother about my usual preferences, I took a cereal bar, some strawberries and a cup of hot tea, and we went to the table to eat.</p>
<p>We wondered what was on TV as we switched it on. There was a silly cartoon on, and we, or I should say, Nus decided to watch it. So engrossed was she in the show that she started to emulate the characters’ gestures, all the while telling me: “I would never go so far to save you, me, you know?” as a comment on the day’s episode theme. I only nodded and laughed, commenting on how silly the cartoon was! Breakfast done, we cleaned up and went back upstairs. The events that followed are a blur for me. I’m sure we just talked of things, but I can’t really remember what! All I remember is us deciding to shower for it was soon time for G. to come!</p>
<p>Who came at 11.27 a.m. instead of 11.30 a.m. I’m just glad we managed to take a shower before she came, for our pink pajamas weren’t really that welcoming. Sitting in my armchair, G. really looked like a psychologist taken out of her consultation room, as I did when I sat in it the day before. I think it’s the armchair… Anyway, we got the crazy idea to create a mini-movie with me as patient and G. as psychologist. Sayuka was the cameraman, or rather should I say, camerawoman. Though none of us were actors or interested in acting, we do have that hobby of writing mini-scenarios which we would act out. *goes to the times when we were mythology crazy and wrote the domestic disputes of Zeus and Hera*</p>
<p>As the one holding the camera, I couldn’t possibly laugh, much as I would have loved to. Nus was so much in her role of a stingy and frustrated young woman whose husband left her, that she yelled, without mercy, at poor G. who couldn’t keep up with her pace. I tried hard to stifle giggles, concentrating on immortalizing the moment a new actress was born. Finally the mini-movie was done, and I dissolved in uncontrollable laughter at last! Lying again of the sofa-bed, we tried to think of something to do. We had planned so many things, but at that time, they weren’t really that appealing. Until G. voiced out that she wanted to play Barbie.</p>
<p>So off we climbed down the stairs, to what Nus’s Mom had termed: the messy room. Perched on a chair, rummaging through the toy cupboard, Nus gave us item after item, till we no longer could hold anything. While teasing us, Nus’s Mom came to our rescue, with a basket and a plastic bag, that were soon stuffed with toys. Some 15 minutes or so later, we were all ready, and satisfied and giddy with excitement, we returned to Nus’s room for the construction of Dull Town!</p>
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<p>Sitting on the large carpet, we all started setting up everything, from the bedroom to the garden to the supermarket. We managed to find a use to every single accessories we brought with us and no need to say that we were really innovative for the things that we didn’t have; my cushion cover was turned into the velvet green lawn of the garden, my autumn and mountain themes puzzles became the sceneries and my mom’s tissue box was the small house in the small meadow (<em>la petite maison dans la petite prairie</em>). After shooting some commercials for Sparkling Comestics, we decided to create another mini-movie with the dolls as actors.</p>
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<p>Starring were, Madeleine Medusa, the famous top model of Sparkling Cosmetics, her lover, Jean Ken, an internationally renowned gymnast and their daughter, Whity Medusa. There also were the peeping tom neighbor, Vosin Voyeur and his gossiper wife, Vosine Voyeur along with the not-so-famous journalist, Jacqueline Fouine, who was looking for the scoop of her life. Oh, I almost forgot Lolita McLust, the AV actress who was on the run from her fans and came for refuge in Dull Town.</p>
<p>A web of stories was spun, as Jean Ken met Lolita McLust and ended up in bed with her and Vosin Voyeur who saw them told his wife who in turn told Jacqueline Fouine. It was really a pity that G. missed the very gory ending we created. Several songs were chosen to suit the scenes we had written and we really are proud that we managed to bring together Beethoven, Dvorzak, Vanessa Mae, Bond, Anna Tsuchiya, Nobuo Uematsu, Alex Chu and Britney Spears. Sayuka and I are really the best team ever, for we do not even have to go into lengthy explanations to know what exactly the other wants, that is really going to be the thing I’d miss the most when I go away in September.<br />
So true… I’ll sure miss it too… I have never met till now someone who could understand what I want without I needing to explain. These two days at Nus’s place has reawakened our complicity, something that I’ll miss when she goes in September. We rediscovered ourselves through the fun, building a closer bond and making the best memories to last us a lifetime. For me, this sleep-over would always remain the best time of my life, one that I would cherish for life.</p>
<p>As it is for me…</p>
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		<title>Girls&#8217; Day&#8230; In</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 18:29:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nussaïbah Raja</dc:creator>
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1. Have friends over.
2. Gossip.
3. Play card games.
4. Truth or Dare.
5. Lie around lazily.
The whims of the weather god, they want to keep the sun for themselves. They say, we humans are too inferior to be protected by the radiant sun. So, instead we get the gloomy cloud and the depressing rain. Wait, who said [...]]]></description>
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<p>1. Have friends over.<br />
2. Gossip.<br />
3. Play card games.<br />
4. Truth or Dare.<br />
5. Lie around lazily.</p>
<p><span id="more-173"></span>The whims of the weather god, they want to keep the sun for themselves. They say, we humans are too inferior to be protected by the radiant sun. So, instead we get the gloomy cloud and the depressing rain. Wait, who said rain was depressing? It might be the most amazing thing ever&#8230;. when you&#8217;re inside the house!</p>
<p>Sayuka and G. came by today, after such a long time. True enough, I met them a week ago for my birthday, but having them at home is really different from meeting in a public place for lunch or something. It was like, we were all alone (excluding the times my mom came to bring us food), without any worries or hassles, just us having a bit of fun&#8230; and fun we had!</p>
<p>With me and my collection of games (can still hear the girls saying &#8220;Wow&#8221;), I already knew we were going to have a great time&#8230; I am a game addict, just like my father, which is why we end up buying like every single game we see. And as every collector, card games are a must&#8230; Actually, we girls started out with Monopoly, until G. took out the board and saw that there was nothing else in the box. All the cards, dice, houses were in a bag, along with the ping pong balls (which I was crazy about today), which made us not want to take everything out&#8230; or was it that the girls not wanting to have a cheating me on their hands? I wonder&#8230;</p>
<p>So, in the end, we started out with the <strong>Top 5 </strong>card game, which is supposed to be a &#8220;talking&#8221; game&#8230; Was the only one I didn&#8217;t want to play, and I think we&#8217;d have missed a lot if we hadn&#8217;t chosen it. It started with naming only the top 5 as the cards indicated, to slowly be followed by our craziness like&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;Name the top 5 memorable tv advertisements&#8221;</p>
<p>Sayuka: &#8221; One, I don&#8217;t watch TV, Two, I don&#8217;t have a TV, Three, the TV is not mine&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not sure you want to know the 5 top tunes I&#8217;d like to dance to&#8230;. They are so&#8230; I&#8217;m not telling&#8230; Speaking of songs, I forgot to add we were accompanied by my not so innocent playlist as background music, along with the occasional depressing songs or my favourite ballads hated by everyone. I can&#8217;t help it if I have such complex taste in music. *grin*</p>
<p>As the card games craze continued, we went towards &#8220;Old Maid&#8221; which is where my poker face should have come in handy and it didn&#8217;t&#8230; It was so easy to read G.&#8217;s face that Sayuka knew already who had the Queen of Spade. Me. I did manage to pass her the card, which she gave to G. afterwards, who ended up being the old maid. I wanted so much to have a game of Bullshit (should I censor this word?) but the girls totally refused. It seems, I resort to mean tricks when I play that. No, I don&#8217;t, I promise. *suddenly think of the famous Bullshit game two years ago* Okay, maybe I&#8217;m a bit mean. I just like to see my opponents in trouble, rather than winning myself.</p>
<p>Which is why, I kept the Draw Four card in UNO, when I could have used it to win first. Instead I gave it to Sayuka just after she said Uno&#8230;</p>
<p>Disclaimer: Anything I do during games does not reflect my true character. Or maybe it does. <img src='http://nussaibah.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Finally, came the ultimate Turn the &#8230; Umbrella game. We had a bottle, but it was half full, which is why we ended up with the umbrella. Sayuka&#8217;s pink umbrella. At first, we started with alternate &#8220;truths&#8221; &#8220;dares&#8221;, to afterwards, exile the &#8220;dare&#8221; part. Not that we didn&#8217;t dare. We just were lazy to move around. Sayuka did say something funny though.</p>
<p>I quote: &#8220;Well, truth or dare, it doesn&#8217;t matter. It seems she&#8217;d do every disguting thing we&#8217;d ask her to do.&#8221; End of quote.</p>
<p>No, I wouldn&#8217;t. I did say to keep disgusting things at arm&#8217;s length. On the other hand, the &#8220;Truth&#8221; part turned out to be an excuse to have a real serious talk between us girls, not that I&#8217;d divulge our secrets out here.</p>
<p>All I can say&#8230; can&#8217;t wait to have another one.</p>
<p>P.S. Sayuka has been posting her literary works online for some time now. You can check them out at <a href="http://sayuka.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">http://sayuka.wordpress.com/</a></p>
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