aysha

Thursday, March 31, 2005

*sigh*
aysha is ~~sad.~~ depressed.

so much to catch up with. in school and outside. so many tasks still incomplete. yet barely any time to even begin.

but then people who claim that life sucks because of school being torturous should just die.

try depression.

-aysha

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

HAPPY!

SHALALA!

ITS SO NICE TO BE HAPPY!!!

SHALALALA!

-aysha

Monday, March 28, 2005

thanks to all lecturers and tutorials who constantly reminded us that honeymoon is over and it is time to stop slacking and actually do some work.
today. sucks.
gp was boring as usual. but then we had pe.
soccer. sucks. i cant. kick. and i dirtified myself. bleh.
then i missed fairuz alottt. but faizah's sms made me smile=)
tutorials and lectures are so blah without you faiiii!
then i had the dreaded malay. disgusting. darling athene and mei yian walked me to t18. i was so afraid id be the only student. how the hell to pon. so when mei yian opened the door and i peeped in to see if the cikgu was there yet i saw another student!!! lucky got friend. shes the sc girl with the red skirt. lay queen. nice=) ya but malay sucked. and i realised tt if i ever ponned malay, half of cikgu's class would be gone. this. sucks.
then chem made me vow to never pon again. im so. doomed. i realised i dunno shit about chemical bonding. im a total slacker. i must. buck up. and certain presences did not. brighten up my day either.
i hate today.

-aysha

Saturday, March 26, 2005

i wish i was an innocent child oblivious to the real truth in life.
i attempt to ignore unpleasant ocassions that happen.
i pretend i am far less mature than i truly am to run away from reality.
but i know.
i understand.
i cannot hide.

-aysha

Friday, March 25, 2005

happy birthday nabila!!

the gorgeous princess-like hana is married at last! =) excellent night! haddad was so nervous he kept calling hana a man or something like that. haha. lots turned up. pictures many. food okay. ice cream bad. family okay. okay day. =)

-aysha

Thursday, March 24, 2005

well. today was much better than yesterday. wouldve been better if more people had actually turned up. too bad a majority had been scared away because of yesterday. (please dont be offended ashish) the real reason today was enjoyable was because we created our own orientation for shan, michelle and lik. daha. we all went kbox to scream our lungs out and dance our energy away. fairuz joined us. much fun=) the lunch that came with it was bloody pathetic though. congrats to luke for successful appeal! come right back to s21 where you belong=)

sometimes i wish people can hear my thoughts.

and sometimes i wish jid was still around. im sure it'd make a world of difference.

-aysha

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

o2 sucks. sorry to people who organised it but honestly. i did not enjoy myself at all today. firstly i dont get to go to school with fairuz. then we are not allowed to leave school before 1230 to get food at seveneleven because its school policy. i hate george lee. then i get bored to death in the pt. and mr seet screams at me for no reason. i play stupid games with my friends to keep alive. i have a blah day in the hall learning cheers that are lame (sorry again for my honesty) and learning dances tt i already know and "getting to know" my og members whom i already know. this orientation is utterly. pointless. to me.
getting my vj uniform was nice though. but thats it.
after that i leave school to buy string and go swensens with lynette, isabel, athene, vibha and hanisah. that was fine. we spent some time together and met up with fairuz and prap at kfc afterwards. day finally looks like its turning for the better. until vj called. feckin moe. totally re ruined my mood. in thirty one an asshole sitting in front of me smelt like saliva. it was an excruciating bus ride during which hanisah, fai and i used up nearly a whole bottle of body spray as air freshener. at bedok i get on a train. to see eggy. who leaves at simei. so i sit. and the man next to me smelt of fart. and i come home to realise i dont get to go spend time with my cousins. especially on noorie's birthday. [happy birthday angel] i end up crying some more and now im going to have poofy eyes tmr morning. today sucks beyond description.

-aysha

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

so i get to stay in vj. but i feel bad.
i feel so bad for those who didnt get to stay. it wont be the same without them.

went back to prps today. cant rmb how many of us there were.. at least fifteen. ying xiang. isabel. nadiah. tiffany. wan ting. pearl ning. angela. jasmine. ian. joel. bryan. timothy. boon han. joe. did i miss out anyone? anw. nice to meet up again=) talked and gossiped with mrs samy, had a tour of the school, reminisced, visited the current 6a, went into the staff rm and office (met cikgu zarina and mdm cardoza and mrs tan and mr shahizan and i cant rmb who else) and took photos. theres a possibility of us being the pioneer members of prps alumni=) sweet.
hung at white sands with nadiah. i love having her attn all to myself. haha. i rarely get to spend time with her like we used to anymore.

we've got a new camera. lovely.

tmr o2. yipee. <--unenthusiastic sarcastic yipee
at least im taking the bus with fai tmr morning=)

-aysha

Monday, March 21, 2005

day one term two. terrific. nearly crashed into hottest boy in school. waHA. *mad grin*
i suddenly hate ashraf for having an ibanez.
met hanis at haflah yesterday. she was late. so i had to rot by myself ALONE for abt five mins. then after she arrived we talk and talk and talk and decided that the haflah was too boring for our presence (haha) and left to roam ard arab street. bought twisties and wasted time. anglia no nice new stuff.. and the nice lady wasnt there. anyways when we went back the ustazahs were like "aishah! hanis! diri kat depan ni" apparently we were just in time to collect our trophies onstage. phew. aman bongok didnt catch a picture of his genius sister with the whatshisname guest of honour. ohwells.
maybe i'll crash into him again on wed. =)

-aysha

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Day Eight

happy birthday khala!!

ahh last day in jakarta. woke up to the sound of weird chanting after azan subuh tt morning. quite memekak. giant possibility of food poisoning. sickliness further developed. breakfast: koko krunch and too sweet tea. mama and khala disappeared in search of the soveryhardtofind kains for abah and khali. amati then brought ameera and i to najwa's house to take a look see at the kain batiks for sale there. very. burok. except for one pattern. which wasnt too bad. reasonable actually. so ameera and i picked three different colours (one for her, one for me and one for faizah) and happily brought it back hoping tt our mums wouldnt say we have to return them cause they refused to pay for them. luckily they thought the kain batiks were niceish too=) ameera and i made sure the boys showered and kept their stuffs into the luggage (being the responsible souls we are). when mama and khala came home (with the kains for our dads) they did last minute packing and then all of us ciao-ed and lugged our bags to ami alwi's house where jiddah maryam had prepared lunch for us. now that. was EXCELLENT!! go jiddah! at last. i found someone who's cooking is worthy of a competition against baba's cooking! after lunch the adults were rotting indoors chatting and the tiny indonesian folks were playing outside. so i happily sat outside with my camera takng a video of them playing. (with constant zooming into nabil. haha) ami alwi then brought us kids to a shop nearby to get drinks. i diedie wanted to taste the friggin tehbotol. so when i finally got it.. and tasted it.. i felt like crying. it was the flowershit tea. *blinks*
anw in the end we all went to the airport. ran around with ameera and the boys who were all trying to smack my butt. ahh cute things. rather sad to leave them and board the plane. but ohwells. *sigh* slept in the plane. waited forever to get our luggage frm changi airport (due to some double checking they had to do and which they professionally apologized for) greeted by abah and khali and prettiness. ohh singapore is so home. the boys had dinner at macs while mama and i watched. my stomach was really upset by then. then at last we went hooome! in two seaparate cabs. and i showered in a PROPER toilet with toilet paper and a sink and a mirror and a flush that works!! went to sleep in my darling bed feeling super CLEAN!! =)

so. lessons i've learnt from the trip:

indonesians LOVE. sugar.
and they strongly believe in respect.
to appreciate toilet paper more. =)

-blogged on 20/3/05

-aysha

Friday, March 18, 2005

Day Seven

mandi-ed gayung that morning. the tap was not functioning so i had to use the kolam water which could be infested with jentik-jentiks. cudnt tell cause had not put lens on yet. breakfast: half an apom (that was far too sweet. the other half shoved down aman's throat.) sat to watch spongebob with aman and ameera. more phototaking by the adults who were busy being sad and emotional. soon we had to leave so we said goodbye to khalati ijah (who had to work) one by one. she was so sad she cried.
everyone else (minus alwi and muhammad who had school) sent us to the railway station. more goodbyes were exchanged and even more photos taken and more tears shed. said goodbye to habib, baba and faizah who were staying on in solo till 24th march. it was quite sad. i was just about to appreciate solo. then we had to leave.
starved throughout first half of train ride. fell asleep (due to sleep deprivation). woke up to eat cherry bread packed by jiddah arfah then slept some more. lunch (crappy tiny bit of rice) was served. began to feel the sickliness within self. kept sneezing. began to feel horrible about not being able to attend primary school reunion. wondered what those crazy nuts were up to.
finally arrived back in jakarta. ami salim greeted us at the platform and helped us lug our many bags down to the parking lot. ami alwi was waiting for us there. that was when i realised tt ami alwi has such. nice. hands. on the way to ami salim's house we singaporeans were dropped off in the middle of the road to ride on a bajaj each. okay three to a bajaj in my case. i was with mama and khala while ameera was with the boys. the roads are SO. polluted!! and it was friggin noisy. i really hated the ride. it didnt look safe either. was so grateful to get back into the car. along the way ami alwi, mama and khala stopped at PCG then ami salim campaked the rest of us at his house.

after settling in and showering, amati fatimah showed us pictures of her kids and her wedding photos. ami salim is a very. particular man, and cheeky too!! cheeky ustadz. hmm. soon mama and khala came home. we had dinner. played with affaf for a bit. watched mama and khala pack our stuff in the room upstairs. suddenly couldnt belive tt we were leaving so soon. would definitely miss everyone in indonesia and the little things they have there like twenty cent brownies and becas and flowershit tea and the kolams and the pok ame ame song. slept at lemek outside upstairs room that night. nice night=)

-blogged on 20/3/05

-aysha

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Day Six

woke up late because sleeping was so nice. went downstaris to brush teeth and wash face with icewater in kolam. went back up to put lens on to discover freezing cold lens solution. hee. interesting interesting. went back down for breakfast: cake, bread and kedondong. walked around outside the villa to explore. saw stinky poo-ified chickens and boring vegetable farm. everyone then took turns to ride on horses=) poor old things were old (and possibly tired out from giving rides) yet extremely well behaved.
upon returning to the villa discovered rice had been prepared. at nine am!! "mari sha sarapan" gilllllllllllller!! pagi-pagi buta makan nasi?! tebiat! i ran off and hid upstairs with ameera. she was passing all of her germs to me. despite having all that free time i did not bother to even touch my assignments. nampaknya kerja rumah nggak dihabisin. all the other kids came upstairs soon enough to main bantal. i then taught qadir and mohd to play the silent game. where they play. in silence. for the greater good of all of our ears. soon we got ready to leave and head back to khalati's.
on the way back, faizah got off the car to take some person's sunflower. joyous ocassion for her. haha. then we stopped somewhere else to let mama and khala search for kains to buy for the dads plus aman's baju kurung. i nearly peed in the car. being a girl can be very. tiresome. i was feeling all upset missing home and abah and toilet paper. felt very thankful to be leaving solo the following morning.
at khalati's at last: shower head NOT functioning. dripped cold water. and the kolam thing was insectified. i swear. so i had to deal with the dripping shower head. for like. five hours. after feeling clean enough i played word search with ameera in baba's aircon room and eventually fell asleep. meanwhile mama and khala went to shop summore with jiddah arfah and a nameless lady. when they came back, ameera and i rode a beca around around for fun. (we didn't wear our scarves. setans.) the becaman didnt look trustworthy (none of the men do) so ameera and i came up with various plans to escape should he kidnap us or something. after a while memorising the buildings at every turn the guy made became harder. so i gave up. and we just enjoyed ourselves. haha. solo wasnt very kampungified after all. there were reasonable shopping centres and macs=) had a different perspective of solo then. eventually we came home safe and sound without having to kick the becaman in the balls or anything outrageous.
back at khalati's ameera, aman and i played Dominoes with muhammad and alwi while mama, khala and faizah visited a su'ud lady. then when they returned they invited me and ameera to go search for big bags to store our shopping goods before we left for jakarta. we rode on the beca again *weets* (w/o scarves again. ahakz) shopping was uneventful. before leaving we all bought ice creams to eat in the beca on the way back. magnum. costs. one friggin twenty. *shakes head* back at khalati's there was some other lady who visited. she repeatedly informed me of my extreme beauty. haha. ego boosting. anyway skipped dinner in the end because everything was daging. then we all slept in baba's room for aircon. the fan in our rm was kaput. had lousy night in the end. bah. vocab: apotek-pharmacy

-blogged on 20/3/05

-aysha

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Day Five

was awake upon arrival at Solo. cudnt sleep properly. mohd turned in his seat to tell me "sleep on the floor better". haha. we lugged our bags out and were greeted by khalati ijah and ami ahmad at the platform. they were so overjoyed to see us. khalati kept saying "ya Allah" as though to mean dear God thank you for letting me meet my darling relatievs. emotional. i mean. shes never seen us in her life. it sort of made me feel really welcomed. however i was too sleepy to feel happy with her. so i just smiled politely. plus. i was holding in my pee then. i simply refused to go into the rocking toilet of doom on the train.
there were men everywhere! in the railway station. outside the station. around the cars. everywhere! freakyness. i tightened my grip on qadirs hand and told him "dont complain if im squishing ur hand too hard. u wouldnt want to get kidnapped would u?" we all went to ami ahmad's house in two spearate cars. since i was all drowsy and too weak to make conversation with anyone, i looked out the window to keep awake. view: kampung. kampung. kampung. kampung. wartel (warung telefon). kampung. kampung. rubbish dump. (ew?!) kampung. turn corner. more kampungs. glorious mosque. (in comparison to the kampungs) kampung. kampung. kampung. rubbish dump number two. (wic had baby goats walking ard in it!!) by then i really needed to pee. but looking at the kampungs scared me. i mentally prepared myself to haf to pee into a bucket at ami ahmad's kampung.
we finally arrived in front of a red gate. we were greeted by jiddah arfah. i smiled at her and then i looked beyond her and nearly fainted. that pretty house i was looking at was THE kampung that i was told to be prepared for?? i was supposed to keep comments abt this beautiful thing to myself so i wouldnt insult those people?? THAT was the house with the hole in floor with bucket underneath toilet?? it was even bigger than ami salim's house!! except ami salim's house is double storeyed. we were introduced to khalati's two sons muhammad [fifteen] and alwi [twelve].
we then all had breakfast:cake, bread and more flowershit tea -_-' then we rotted in our room (which had a computer!! *faints* kampung my foot!) there was a calendar in the room. the month now is maret. haha. funneh. anyways i fell asleep. at last. comfortable lying down position. woke up at around 10am to find more people in the house. a couple of ladies. for some reason, informing me their names was not regarded a necessity.
"ah yang ini anak mah. namanya aishah"
"oh iye? udeh besar ye"
and uh.. am i supposed to guess their names??
apparently everyone had eaten their lunch while aman and i were asleep (what kind of lunch happens before ten?!) we were supposed to go to the graveyard. *shudders* so i quickly showered (a real shower! with hot water!! -but to expect toilet paper was too big a dream)
anyhoos we went to that graveyard. was my first time ever. the drivers are remarkable. i really admire them for being able to recognise the different roads in their little town. they are all identical. to me at least. and there were no outstanding landmarks or anything either. view from window: paddy fields. we stopped somewhere to get flowers to put on the graves. there were soil covered tapiocas at tt shop. qadir pointed at it, "yuck! crap!" haha.
so we finally arrived. we visited kubur jid taha bin mohsen alsagoff (jiddah arfah's husband and baba's brother) we baca-ed tahlil. and put the flowers. not a happy occasion. apparently that graveyard was reserved for arabs only. a grasshopper landed on ameera's head. she told me one of the nameless ladies thwacked the thing off her scarf. *snorts*
we got back on the mini van thing and travelled to another kubur. i wanted to RIP my scarf off the weather was KILLing me. the next graveyard was locked up. cause its closed. some guy went to search for the key to let us in. i noticed that under the gate someone scratched 'rumah masa depan'. ee. we couldnt find baba's father's grave cause the names were all worn off the tombs. so we just sedekah-ed fatihah to them all. then we went back to khalati's place. because everyone had to pray first. i thankfully removed obstructive headgear and rotted in baba's AIRCONDITIONED room. aircon!! ohh bliss. shortly afterwards, i realised that the lunch i thought was lunch was actually pre-lunch cause we were supposed to have lunch then. the kuah lemak had beanstuffs in it. i was initially quite apprehensive but it tasted good=) after tt mama and khala went to shop at kedais with the nameless ladies while the rest of us rotted at home. faizah and i were on the carpet outside talking to khalati ijah and pretending to understand the malay speaking spongebob on tv. discovery: faizah has the ability to communicate with lizards. hahaha. when the shopping gang returned we packed our stuff and left for tawangmangu! those "not well off" people own a villa. at the top of that mountain. villa!
the car ride was disastrous. if my butt could have yelled in pain everyone else in that car wouldve gone deaf. the car seat i was on was like a BATU. ameera was whining about a hairy head tt was at her butt. the head turned out to be a feather duster. silly. began to miss abah alot so i smsed him. i love my daddy=) we stopped at some shops area to buy ahemahems but the specific shop was closed. it was so coldd outside the car. kinda cheered me up. but i was still sore about the rock hard seat. so doodeedoodeedoo we arrived at the villa. it was HUUUGE! and aircon like! we sat and watched mr bean while having dinner. i was so thankful that even though mr bean didnt really speak, tt he spoke in english anyway. began to feel sick. excellent night. extensive sleep area with bantal peluks EACH plus perfect weather. wonderful.
vocab: kebin-biscuit

-blogged on 20/3/05

-aysha

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Day Four

"pok ame-ame belalang kupu-kupu
tepuk ramai-ramai pagi-pagi minum susu
pok ame-ame belalang kupu-kupu
siang makan nasi kalau malam minum susu"

woke up on free will that morning. breakfast: donuts and samosa again. plus tea. played ball with affaf, ameera and fa. after awhile sent affaf to najwa's house to let her play with people her own age. amati fatimah brought us girls to the school next door (which ami salim is the director of) to explore. took photos and met ridho' outside his classroom. we bought pink juice milk stuffs in the squashy canteen. the juice milk thing had pink agar-agar in it which tasted like bubble tea pearls.

we went back to rot some more and play with affaf and salleh while the adults shopped at some pasar. ami alwi picked us (plus bags) up at ard 5 to take us to the bookstore where the adults were waiting with the green kijang, drinking es kelapa. when the es kelapas were all gone we went to a&w to eat (had waffle plus ice cream with fa again). the tiny indonesian folks were playing at the playgrd thing yelling faizah's and my name for no reason.

thennn ami salim's family (excluding affaf) and ami alwi's family (excluding amati lubna) sent us off at the railway station. when our train finally arrived, ami alwi (whos supersweet) and ami salim helped carry our bags into the train. ameera and i quickly plopped our butts down and gt comfy. it was heartwrenching to leave darling nabil behind. *sniff* we waved for hours. eventually the train left. and we were given bread things which i didnt eat and smelly flowerish tea which sucked big time.

ameera and i ventured into the train toilet which rocked like mad. i have never in my life been so tired just TRYING to pee. removed contact lens and shoes. slept. friggin lights and tv left switched on the whole night. lousy sleep.

-blogged on 20/3/05

-aysha

Monday, March 14, 2005

Day Three

second time rudely awoken by khala's eager revelation of shopping goods to baba in the wee hours of the morning. discovered a thousand mosquito bites on self. breakfast: donuts, samosa and tiny brownies/burger/sosis (sausage). went outside to take more photos with moving cart things selling balloons and whatnots. waited for ami salim to come back frm work in anticipation of Dunia Fantasi (this amusement park). got some maths done while listening to new metallica cd=) began to miss sms. and wonder what vibs was doing at guitar camp which i was missing out on. i fell asleep after a while.
ami salim came home at last so we all walked to habib shaikh's house for lunch. there was this funky rice. nicenice. but the dishes were nearly all beef. blegh. so i ate plain rice. with asinan and sambal.
at around two, we got two cabs to take us all (minus habib and baba who went back to ami salim's house) to Dufan. dufan's mascot was this dicknosed hantu momok. eeh. the viking nearly cost my life. and the istana boneka (puppet castle) was boring as hell but amati fatimah seemed to like it. bad bad taste. we sat and ate this es sari salju thing. soo nice to have on a hot day=)
at six the place closed. so we went to ITC. another shopping mall. to eat. everyone ordered tt stupid bakso thing. i shared nasi cah ayam with fa. wen ameera was nearly done with her bowl of bakso stuff, she discovered a nymph IN her bowl. *dies* whats up with ameera and cockroaches?! vocab: kecoak-cockroach. had waffle plus ice cream at a&w with fa while moms shopped. by then we were quite tired and the mall was closing so we took cabs home. to find ami alwi, amati lubna, ali and NABIL!!!=) there. ohh happy day.. we (children) were too tired to do anything but shower and sleep on the lemek outside our upstairs room. told ghost stories and fell asleep dreaming about bonekas. best sleep so far.

vocab: taksi-taxi. tas-handbag. gratis-free.

-blogged on 20/3/05

-aysha

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Day Two

i was rudely awoken at the crack of dawn by the glaring light and the noise made by everyone else (who woke up early). i had to "shower" using a gayung. there was a kolam thing to take water from. i was so afraid it might contain mosquito larvae or something. but after critical inspection i decided the water was safe. went downstairs for breakfast: buttery prata, pretty bread, apam pulau pinang and tea.
we then roamed around the outside of ami salim's house with him. we bought 1000 rupiah (20cent) mini brownies and mini pizzas. took pictures with cart things tt the sellers push around while making a racket to get ppl's attention. ami salim borrowed his friend's motorcylcle and gave us all rides around his home area. aha funfun. i wanted to ride it on my own but he wouldnt hear of it. bah. went back in to play with affaf for a bit. shes extreeeemely cuute! waha. she looks like ameera did wen ameera was her age.
we then went to the ultimate boring shopping mall in the world. with ami salim's family. there was nothing attention grabbing. but then i refused to leave without getting anything so in the end i got myself a jacket, two bags, sandals, a new watch and cds (metallica, malmsteen and ahmed deedat)
vocab: obral-sale. uang pas-cash.
ami salim introduced bakso tebet (some meatball noodle) to us and everyone loved it. except me. then we went back to ami salim's place so tt everyone could pray and eat. i went and bought more brownies=) later we went to habib shaikh aljufry's hse (amati fatimah's dad). the house was super laRRGe. ultimately giant! some disgusting tapai, pulut, bingka ambon and teh halia was served. blegh. i felt like washing my mouth out with listerine. the house was linked to amati fatimah's siblings houses. quite cool. they all live next to each other. literally.
next we went to amati azimah's house in the green kijang. amati fatimah wanted to buy jam for the following day's breakfast so ameera, faizah and i decided to go with her. it was sortof like an econ minimart. only without aircon. plus they sell handbags there.
lastly we went to ami alwi's house (where jiddah maryam also lives) for diner. nice=) the tiny indonesian folks plus singaporean bratboys were sakating us singaporean girls. they were attempting to scare us with a cockroach. ameera stupidly thought it was fake and picked it up to scare the boys back. sick. anyway. aysha has a crush on nabil. hee. if only he was at least eleven years older.

back at ami salim's house that night: momentarily overcame fear of black jamban. lalat-free and fairly cool night. better night.

-blogged on 20/3/05

-aysha

Saturday, March 12, 2005

so. march hols spent in indonesia. very.. um. eventful.

Day One

my family was the last to arrive at the airport. habib, baba and khala's family were already there. we jakun folks took millions of pictures and went to have some food at BK because habib insisted that we'd all die of starvation because they werent serving us food on the plane. called vibs to chat for a last time tt week. hah. anyways. our flight was slightly delayed. wic gave us more time to take more pics=) upon boarding. we encountered a mini catastrophe since habib decided tt bringing a tiny pair of scissors on the plane was perfectly acceptable. haha. hes so cute.
i got the window seat=) but the plane wing was rather nearby. ohwells. i tried to do some homework but eventually dint even solve one sum. thennn we reached jakarta at last. right as we alighted i heard this ang moh guy tell his ang moh friend "wow, its warm already" sheesh. the airport there reminded me of the ecp underpass. strange. the airport staff were clad in ugly uniforms (including ridiculous hat things). the staff in charge of immigration could not have worked at a slower pace. the lines wouldve moved along much faster if a snail were stamping our passports.
after claiming our luggage, we met ami salim. he looked much darker than how i remembered him. ami alwi was also there along with his two sons nabil [six] and ali [four]. it was the first time ive ever met them. the boys were incredibly edible!
anyways, ami salim drove us to his place (condet) in habib shaikh's green kijang. meanwhile ami alwi drove our luggage plus aman there. the ride was about an hour long. millions of buskers were roaming around the roads with their guitars hoping to earn some money. apparently driving on two lanes in jakarta is acceptable. it was quite dark then so i couldnt really tell tt the outside world was somewhat malaysia-like.
at ami salim's house: loads of ppl awaiting our presence=) ami salim's wife and kids: amati fatimah, ridho' [eight], salleh [four] and affaf (afifah) [two]. ami alwi's wife amati lubna (who's pregnant). amati azimah, her husband ami fauzi and their kids habib shaikh [eight] and batul [four]. and jiddah maryam. we were shown our room upstairs. i braced myself for the absence of aircon. habib and baba shared a room downstairs. then we had dinner (consisting of strange new dishes) which was excellent. after which faizah, aman, ameera, mohammed, qadir and i played with the tiny indonesian folks. they are SO cute! its a shame i couldnt understand a single word they uttered. im already so bad at malay and im given indonesian speaking ppl to socialise with. their language sounds so foreign!!
after a long while we all went upstairs to shower. the heat was killing me. tt was when i gained my enormous fear of the black jamban. and the fact that we had ZERO toilet paper!! it was very hard to fall asleep because the flies were distracting. and the fan. would not. shut. up. creaaaaak. creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creak creaaak. i sweated the whole night. bad bad first night.

fears so far:

malayness
flies
absence of toilet paper
black jamban
hideous po bolster owned by affaf

-blogged on 20/3/05

-aysha

aysha: MOHAMMED! BATHE NOW!
mohd: never!
aysha: if you do not do as i say i shall KILL you!
mohd: (runs away)

aysha corners him in the balcony.

aysha: ive got u now u little deranged monster!
mohd: (screams gayly)
aysha: WAHAHAHAHA! DO U WANT ME TO SPARE YOUR LIFE??
mohd: NOOOO!!! (winces)

ahahahahahahahahahahaha

-aysha

Friday, March 11, 2005

i attended all lessons today!!
(cue to applaud)
behold the studious girl=)

discoveries:
1) we have holiday homework. (im too old for homework!!)
2) the chicken rice from the first malay stall (which no one really goes to) sucks beyond description. (forgive me cik but really. these ppl deserve to know the truth.)
3) i actually know a hypocritical bitch. interesting.
4) eric's swimming board will not break even if i tried to.
5) no one has ever ordered ice from the milo aunty. (am i the only retard in vj??)
6) am leaving for solo tmr afternn (which leaves me with only 20 hours left for singaporeness and internetness) but i have a million and one things to do. sad reality: i will nvr catch up with lessons.

so. today was rather blah cause i was actually actively participating in lessons as well as paying nearly full attention. fai got me gummy worms after school. yey. u made my day woman=) momentarily though. hehe. cause soon after i went to the graveyard library to browse through the many texts available for extra reading. the bio texts are insanely heavy. i went home early too. but apparently 5 is not early.

well. not a bad last day of term i guess. some effort in being hard working and well behaved is most definitely better than zero effort. though i would have enjoyed a more slack day. [who wouldn't, u stupid fool] like yesterday.

pon malay. pon malay. pon physics. break. duration: 2 hours 25 mins. location: parkway macs. companion: fairuz. activity: budget $2 breakfast plus free tea refill. too bad azhar wasnt there. [he's the clown, u moron] then back to school for maths lecture. i was extremely awake so i paid full attention and learnt binomial theorem. [good on you, mate]

however i ponned the maths tutorial tt was next. so i had an hour and ten mins (including a break) to learn bridge. im proud to be a fast learner=) i nearly won my first game too. if only it hadnt been for the whoever who dealt the cards wrongly such tt audrey had three cards short. hmphf. [quit whining. sore loser.]

shortly after that, i attended the physics lecture (which wasnt as dull as watching grass grow) but did not fully comprehend the uncle gay's law. *blinks* not too unfortunate. did some self cheering up by declaring the day officially over even though a substitute was gg to take our chem tutorial and physics practical. hah.

did some rotting in the canteen with teekay juniors who had heats. i miss noorie so much. i still do actually. met faizah at parkway in the afternn. her phone is gorgeous. [you are so. jealous.] rotted abit more. then met the boys at tm.

they enjoyed robots. aman got his wallet. mama came soon after and told me the story of khala's new handphone tt didnt come with earplugs. [you are so. jealous.] funny. the ideas khala come up with. u use the handsfree dur. anyways the story gets dull here. challenger was bloody uneventful. and so was dinner.

well. i guess ive blogged quite a fair amount. *takes deep breath* im leaving it unupdated for a week. dear God, please let solo be tolerable. and please keep me far from withdrawal symptoms caused by internet deficiency. [yeah. pray hard.] okay. good day.

i might be schizophrenic.

-aysha

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

happy birthday fa!!

mr francis reminds me of a chipmunk. no reason why. he wears his pants real high. he's rather cute though. and i can't do a vibrato for nuts.

vibha has an interesting life.

-aysha

Monday, March 07, 2005

ooo im exhausted.. whole day at orchard=) nearly. daha.. full day off! anyways this morning i took twelve with hafiz=) then when i arrived at school athene announced tt there was no school! brilliant morning! haha.. kinda wasted my time waking up and travelling to school.. howeverrr, after mrs chan announced the wonderful A level results and dismissed us and we mass danced and we ran off after whiney whiney we allll took thirtysix to cine. at tt point jun chuan was missing but no one said anything.. hm. anyhoos. we went to bk for breakfast.. apparently i'll only have three boyfriends in my life and end up with four children: three boys and one girl.. ?! zheng hao arrived ard the time we were done eating.

we bought thirteen tickets for a series of unfortunate events (which i really. did not want to watch.) i sacrificed some money so i wouldnt be left alone (as described by jonathan) haha so after tt we were roaming around the place doing pretty much nothing in specific.. we had an hour and a half to kill.. met our senior class.. then zheng hao decided that we had to have lunch before the movie or we'd starve. went to subway then to the food court. fairuz bought a cookie at subway. tsk. i was stoning the whole time.. dunno why i was so sleepy..

so eventually we watched the movie. our senior class and sam's class happened to be watching the same movie too.. i thought the show was crappy. i cant believe jocelyn actually cried at the end. athene and shaun had enough brains to leave for hitch halfway through.. bah. then again ive already seen it.. nt too great..

oo we took neoprints=) fun fun. a taddd squashy. thirteen ppl sqeezed into tt tiny machine.. okay not tiny but still.. we were supposed to go to swensens afterwards but somehow we didnt end up there.. i think jonathan left then.. popped into hmv and browsed through the metal cds.. stupid. cant seem to find bwp anywhere man. oo we met jun chuan there (in home clothes). he left us to go home and get changed before gg out again cause he dint wanna watch a movie with us.. he knew better.. darn. after more aimless roaming abt we trudged to taka.

where i met irahhhh=) shes such a beauty that girl. *sigh* i miss her. i said goodbye to her and began chasing fai and lynette when i saw *drumroll* olinda cho! haha.. she has a PERFECT complexion! perfect i swear. instantly i announced to lynette to bloody be excited! she abandoned the cashier who was charging her momentarily to say hello to oli. waha. and take millions of photos with her.. after which they shook hands. fai and me got a handshake each too.. hee. lynette was ecstatic all the way home.. nobody knows what happy means until theyve seen lynette happy. its undescribable.

btw. habib beat me at scrabble twice last night. hmphf.

-aysha

Friday, March 04, 2005

pleasant pleasant
tutorial tutorial tutorial break break break break break carwash
=)
my firstest time ever washing cars.. quite fun.. i got bored after abt ten cars though.. i swear i'll nvr forget tt red car tt was totally birdshitified. *shudders* the teachers had better donate generously especially since alot of them have TALL giant cars. after we were done everyone started playing with water. expected. i stayed dry *beams* but got splashed anyway after too many lucky escapes.. bah.
showering in school is pleasant. freshness fragance=)
todays musicfest was boring. and the pt was stuffy and stinky so went banquet for lunch with fai and hanisah.
rotting with people is pleasant. im too used to rotting alone.
brandon is a weird boy. haha.
upon boarding the thirtyone on the way home i spotted a funky haired head. then i realised 'waheyy its abudii'. ah but the man was too busy stoning to smile back. *snorts*
i quite miss tk life. i cant believe im a vj girl.
*faints*

-aysha

Thursday, March 03, 2005

wo. msn is popular at ten.
im abit stressed trying to entertain everyone. hah.

i'll be too embarrassed to hand in karangans.

right. american idol.

-aysha

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

jaafar jaafar
hes our man
if he cant do it
GREAT

-aysha

i went to the gym today.
*cue to applaud*

id take everything there is even geography
gp
maths
fmaths
chem
bio
physics
geog
econs
french
anything
just not
malay

-aysha