aysha

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

now i am no longer angry.
i am furious.
and upset.
the enemy refuses to give in. she must have her way. probably to make her feel good. i am not allowed to play guitar because it is not lady like. sexism. sexism. the evil being must be punished for her vile actions.
i will keep. my handphone.
yup.

-aysha

Saturday, December 25, 2004

and another thing. i dont have a boyfriend. does that not matter???

-aysha

*screams* evil. evil. evil. i brought up the subject of guitar again today. she STILL. wont. hear of it. its beyond unreasonable! i dont understand what the heck she wants from me!! she wants me to study study study at home and have no social life just give her good results and be good at home. i STUDY! i got SIX for bloody prelims and VICTORIA remember?!?! does that not matter?? i dont go out to socialise! does that not matter?? i ROT at home all the time! does that not satisfy her?? i wash the dishes. i clean the house. i iron clothes. i even came in top for madrasah. i feel like i keep giving her reasons to be happy and proud of me but i ask for one little baby tiny request: permission to purchase an electric. NO! apparently its a ridiculous idea. she wont even at least tell me WHY. mean. mean. mean. mean. i am so. angry.

-aysha

Thursday, December 23, 2004

my mother is CRUEL.
excuse me while i get dragged away to someplace i dont want to be.

-aysha

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

wow. i just read a few entries from my old blog. i must say. i was such. a loser. ew. if there were two me-s one of which is the now me and the other the old me i think the now me would simply hate the old me. i am so. glad. that im not that stupid little confused twit anymore.
alhamdulillah.
alhamdulillah.
alhamdulillah.
alhamdulillah.
alhamdulillah.
ameen.

-aysha

Monday, December 20, 2004

okay not having my handphone is as good as not having my contact lenses. im suffering withdrawal symptoms.

ive been listening to my metal playlist: metallica, symphony x, DT, opeth, malmsteen, stratovarius, slayer, death, helloween plus one led zeppelin song. i really need to get a new guitar. fast. now that ive gotten vj *pauses to smile* im going to join guitar club. nyehe. i cant possibly bring my current guitar.. she's fragile.

oh ow. crazy pimple killing my entire lower jaw for attention. i will not. pick on it. i will not pick on it. i wont.

good and evil.

lust primeval.

dragging me into a sea of lieeeeeees.

-aysha

Sunday, December 19, 2004

pimple is crusty.. i know. ew.
handphone is confiscated. alas.
hana gave me looOoooads of A level texts and notes and stuffs. woh. schoolness. i miss school actually. i miss my friends. esp vibha. have got so many things to tell her. ohwells. abah's calling me and the boys. going home now. blee.

-aysha

Saturday, December 18, 2004

VICTORIA!!!
yes!
yes!
yeyyyyy!!
look at me! i am. a VJ girl. woooooohoooo.

*dances*

thankyou thankyou. now to remain in vj. *prays hard*
aysha is happy. =)

-aysha

Thursday, December 16, 2004

my mother humiliated me!! i told her not to but she haaaaaad to. GR! oo sms. *pauses* my last month bill was fifty. *snorts* so maybe my mother is quite nice after all for not murdering me.. STILL! and there were these two kids. girls. they kept. looking. at. me. so i have a pimple! dont be ruuuuude!! okay maybe its not the pimple.. maybe its not even me.. maybe im just being egocentric again. but i still think they were smiling about the zit. ergh. my contacts are due.

-aysha

(1) happy belated birthday to kadir
(2) happy birthday to hafiz
(3) twenty hours left
(4) giant pimple on chin

sometimes u think u really know how u feel and ur so sure about something.
until u find out ur wrong.

-aysha

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

fat arms are tedious. if only the pain would get lost then i wouldnt have to wrap up my arm in smelly paramified bandages! how the hell do i hold my guitar. im running out of time. i must practice. or i'll never become the female steve vai. *grumbles* sixty two hours to go. please vj pleeeease..

-aysha

Saturday, December 11, 2004

i took the boys to pasir ris park today. it was actually ameera's idea since last week. and we finally got round to doing it. they rollerbladed and we cycled. fun. the breeze was so calming. i couldve sat at the breakwater just smelling the sea and feeling the wind against my face till maghrib. ~~oh. memories. *sigh* perhaps i think too much. strange why i never talk it out like i used to. i need metallica.~~ oh look abah's out of his room=) install sims install sims *chants* install sims.

-aysha

Friday, December 10, 2004

okay can i change my mind? ameera and faizah are overwhelmingly disgusting. they practically live. in front of mirrors. ew.

-aysha

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Part Two
i leave the salon to accompany qadir at the arcade just next door. frankly im not bad at those games where u get to beat up your opponent. perhaps its a talent. anyway. when we get back to the salon the men have barely done anything to either of the girls' heads and khali disappeared to a surau. so us bored souls roam around the shopping mall leaving faizah and ameera in the hands of philip, jimmy, eric and whatshername. we do normal boring uneventful window shopping after collecting khala and mama's contact lenses. oh this is important: a visit to the loo costs twenty cents (RM of course) yet the place is so filthy. ew. then we go to the dvd shop. browse browse browse then at last i only take two: saw and the forgotten. then i call mama to beg her to let me buy harry potter as well. she was an angel=) khala got incredibles and national treasure. i dont remember what else. so then we leave that shop and qadir starts whining in my ear that he wants this game called mashed. "please sha pleeease" i felt a tad guilty for disappointing him. i pretend im deaf and eat my lunch (mcchicken) quietly. afterwards we were left with nothing else to do and upon peeking into the salon yet again we realise that they were going to take forever. so the trip to umi seha's house is cancelled and we were to rot in the salon. by then i miss mama. so i msged her. then i drank the chinese tea they served there. its crap. its simply plain water with yellow colouring. despite the fact that it was obviously tastless i warned everyone not to drink it cause it tastes bad. khali, however, loves it to bits. ohwells. as i was busy being bored qadir begs khali to take him to a shop so he could get some chewing gum. khali gets me to take him instead. finally i had something to do. as i was dragging qadir out of the salon khali reminds us not to take our own sweet time. nyeh. so much for shopping. so all i did was buy the boy his gum and get myself some guava. unfortunately on our way back upstairs qadir remembers mashed. the game. i said no yet again. i told him to ask his father for permission first. wen i get back to the salon faizah is gone. khala said she went to the toilet. amazing. ameera started first but faizah finished first. probably because ameera has more hair. so while i sit and wait for faizah to return i count the number of hours we've spent at that silly salon. four and a half hours. then faizah strolled in.

*pause for dramatic effect*

she was gorgeous=) as always my darling looked pretty. her new hair looked brilliant on her. i wasnt so mad at her anymore.. so i'd miss her hair for a while.. it'd grow back. then i get over it and drag her around the mall. i was so bored. and at last i got my pink shag band=) nyaha. it came in a set of lots of colours. i'd nvr wear them together though. just one colour amongst all my black ones. i was happy. so when we go back up ameera is done too. she looks incredible as well. just as i had hoped. picture perfect=) khali gets their new extra expensive shampoo and hair conditioner and then we leave. by then its about 9pm and my eyes were exhausted. i bet they were a mix of purple and red. oh and qadir managed to get khala to buy him that stupid mashed thing.

fast forward fast forward.

we arrive at the regular dinner place. nothing much happened. everyone talked except me. i was weak and sleepy. served me right for sleeping late the previous night. we got otak-otak then the main stuffs were ikan bakar (duh) ketam=) tom yam soup (eghhh) an omlette and kerang. my milo was actually pale brown condensed milk. i didnt finish it. and i was too weak to ask faizah for her yummy looking sirap limau. the crab of course made my lip swell a little. bloody bugger. then we had fruits. then we went hooome. khala planned on taking me back to her house. i said okay and then fell asleep nearly instantly. i totally forgot to call mama so i made up for it by msging her just before i fell asleep on ameera's bed.
The End.

-aysha

Part One
i was forced out of bed at 8.50am yesterday morning to shower and change at the speed of light to meet khali and khala and all downstairs. we went to johor. that first half hour of my day was blurry and sleepy so i cant really remember.. i kissed my mother goodbye and rushed to the big giant car at the post box in my boots. gah. i looked good by the way. all black as usual except that my top had streaks of blue and some fancy sequins. so of course my handbag matched it. sequiny as well. =) anyhoos i got myself into the car and i had to sit and the second row between faizah and ameera where there was this major bump practically bending my spine. the extremely unfair part was qadir was smugly sitting behind us aloooone. so off we went.

fast forward fast forward.

at the immigration the person searched the whole car for me after inspecting my passport. i assume he couldnt tell i was me because i was extremely gorgeous. haha. anyways. ameera announced our official entry into johor and we spotted millions of policemen.. no wait. polis. yeah. by then i was getting over the fact that the tv in the car refused to start playing emperor's new groove. khali went round and round to find a money changer that wasnt swarmed with polis people. we watched a teeny white car being towed away. even the cat outside by the road watched. eventually khali finds one and we're ready.

fast forward fast forward.

we reach this blah shopping centre place. its all brown and dimly lit and well.. iffy. we go to this altering shop to get ameera's pants shortened then we go separate ways. khali goes upstairs to the urut-ing place and the rest of us search the place for a hair salon. by this time my bum gets all itchy and im pretty excited. ameera is rebonding her hair=) we search and search and do girly talk then i notice that poor little qadir is becoming moody. well duh. he's a boy. and having two brothers of my own i must say im quite good at cheering them up. mohd can be a brat. ive had my practice. so the wonderwoman rescues qadir and at least he's not so down anymore. i lend him 'the spare phone' that mama gave me and he plays bounce contentedly. we then find a belapuk shop tt offers rebonding service but the weird lady seemed unconfident about doing ameera's wild hair. (so says khala at least. i was busy entertaining qadir. am i nice or what.) then khala decides she doesnt trust that weird woman and the prices are unreasonable anyway so we end up bowling. it was qadir's first time and he was pretty happy. faizah nearly won but khala beat her with a spare right at the last round. and qadir beat ameera so that made ameera the loser. haha. okay this part is boring. by the time we finish, khali is done at the urut-ing place so he snaps a photo of us at the alley. jakun. after this we pile back into the car and go to another shopping centre. holiday something. plaza i thinks. not important. this time i squeeze in the back with qadir. im not risking scoliosis.

fast forward fast forward.

we arrive at khali's-um-brother's house i think. the point is i knew neither the man or the lady but they were nice storytelling people who told tales of khali's childhood. they spoke purely in malay so i got lost abit. i guess if i understood them properly their stories might have been funny thats why faizah and ameera were giggling gayly. i just smiled gayly. oh and i ate alot. of keropok. and a piece of this red agar-agar that ruined my fingernails. ohwell.

fast forward fast forward.

after rejecting about a jillion hair salons because the people were either unfriendly or prices were unspeakable we finally hit jackpot at ps studio. qadir was reminded of his most wanted playstation. khala makes a friend out of the big guy in the salon and decides okay this place is good. ameera takes her scarf off and two men get to work. on her head. meanwhile faizah looks up at her mother and decides. i wouldnt mind doing mine either. i was apalled. "she's done it" i thought. "she's finally gone completely insane." i roll my eyes and tell her not to be mad. but she insists. she takes her scarf off too and then i lose it. she cant do her hair too!!! remove her gorgeous curls?! i hate her! how could she??? i even have my own special favourite curl! and because she has obviously made up her mind and her parents were fine with it i decide to become angry and avoid speaking with her at all. well for a while at least.

-aysha

Monday, December 06, 2004

tamally habibi bashtaklak
tamally alaya men badlak
we law hawalaya kol en doon
ta ool ya habibi bahtaglak

i miss you Jid.

-aysha

so aunty ning was there. however the silly gits were at home. studying. *shudders* can i say nerdville. anyhoos. both hana and haddad's computers were unusable so for once in a million years mohd and aman's faces were actually seen around the downstairs. too bad we couldnt watch saw again. but it was all fine. i had mama's book to read. went for ice cream at night. another ice cream trauma occured too. abah's ice cream plopped onto his tshirt. i told him the shirt was ugly. he only wore it to make mama happy. what a sweet man=) today is super blah. i had to send mohd to cik aishah's house for ngaji. my life suddenly seems to revolve around my twonk of a brother. ohwells. i nearly cried of boredom waiting for him. at least i had hafiz to whine at. i dont think he knew that i was whining though. today is not. a happy day. i have a gargantuan pile of ironing to do and stuffs. then i discover. mama is leaving. shE. gets to go OUT. once im done with this entry im going out. so there. she wouldnt know i didnt do my chores. hah. *wills faizah to come online*

-aysha

Sunday, December 05, 2004

mohd is such. a git. we go to macs to buy lunch for everyone. he decides its too hot. so he brings an umbrella. i tell him he'd look like a nyonya. or maybe an apek since he's a boy. he says 'i dont care'. on the way there his umbrella breaks. he whines. i get angry. at macs. we buy the stuffs. plus a cone for him. we walk back home. at aunty ayah's house.

*speesh*

his melty ice cream plops on the ground. aw boo hoo. so he stats bawling. i fight the urge to beat him to death with the stupid broken umbrella. im a strong willed girl. he comes home alive with me. we eat. and now we have to leave. for umik's place. please let auny ning be there *prays* i miss the girls.

-aysha