Norshilah Nasir,
28th December 1990.


My name is Shila, and this site is where my very own life narration portrays, in mute. I am small built, and live in a pillbox world of warm duvets and sudden jabs. I wish to decode it all through typewriter letters and images, maybe more.
Cheers.
can i have a normal life please?because normal doesnt necessarily mean mundane.and my life is mundane.i want to have the opportunity to work for good money for retail therapy or even donating.charity work or something.it'll always leave a smile on my face whenever the idea that i've helped those in need strikes in my mind. i want to paint,draw express myself whenever and however i want to.i want the whole world to see me in so many ways.through my artworks,writings,photos i've taken,whatever.i had a naive dream [or rather ambition they call it] to become an author when i was a kid.and an artist during my teenage years.i have always loved every of my art lessons.
i'd laugh back at the memories.where i,without fail, pursued arguments with mom about my ambitions etc.she thought that being an author was lame.but i disagree.till now, it's never lame to me.i have always talked back when my parents scolded me that i should be spending more time on schoolwork rather than artworks.and for that matter, i never fail to argue with my art teachers too. about how my artworks should turn out like.i am one hard-headed person.no kidding.
nonetheless,it's just that i've grown.and i've seen and learned more, soared higher than before.i can think wider,my mind is less confined than it was before.till now, my parents have never agreed with life as an artist as an option.but i'm fine with that.they've allowed me to paint whenever i please.thats good enough for me.for now, i leave my options open.i want to learn how things are like in life first.just like everyone else.in the future,i wont want to be looking back at the primitive and regret the things i have not done.
i have always been amazed and touched by just how colours reflect the joy and melancholy in one's eye.how the words and letters dance along one's mind and touch their hearts.how different sounds that come as one travel from ear to ear, heart to heart. how from colours to lines to patterns...it creates an emotion.all of it.how a person's artworks leave an impression on another, i am amazed.and words, the story behind every author's writings, it is all so beautiful.paintings.illustration.drawings.music.pictures. whatever and anything they are, they'll always leave something so special in everyone's heart. something so special called emotions. magnificent aint it?
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