Monday, March 12, 2007
i think i have the coolest brother on earth. we share serious conversations from time to time on important things like warts and male assets. haaa ha. he told me a joke that made me grow abs in ten minutes..
there were two muffins in the oven. one muffin says to the other "mann its hot in here" the other muffin then says "holy shit!! a talking muffin!!"
hahahaha. funny right. so last wkend i met up with aisha the secret bowling queen. or rather, the queen next to longkang queen..? right and work is getting dull. we got shifted around to make room for the new bunch of temps. not. happy. plus hanisah ditched me on friday. so i had to be ALONE with mad taxpayers ranting about epilepsy.
yea im kinda mad at hanisah now cause tomorrow, shes ditching me again! ok but i wish you all the best dearie, as long as u come back on tuesday and u owe me b&j's. yep yep.
yesterday i volunteered for mendaki's function and i got free food for my services *insert huge greedy face grin* me and fai were shamlessly gelojoh and i dont think i want to confess what horrible thing we did. mendaki deserves it anyway. racist lot they are. =p
then fai came over and we had a lovely time being gelojoh and watching little mermaid and singing along to all the songs. msg to hanisah: fai thinks you look like sebastian. the crab.
speaking of friends, im really worried about one. i need someone to talk tooo.
hai.
ive been thinking about how to draft my answers for DSTA scholarship. wic i probably wont get. so i jotted down some ideas on my notebook. and i ended up practising my signature. going on 19, and still signatureless. im so brave to announce that on a public website.
i need to try macdonalds new (not so new anymore) coffee.
i have a crush on ross. gellar. heh
-aysha
Saturday, March 03, 2007
yesterday was the first time in my entire life that i experienced nauseating anxiety. the moment i stepped into vj hall, the fraction of a second feeling of familiarity disappeared as quickly as it came. there were gaggles of familiar faces. overly made up girl faces, victorian tshirts here and there, some botak boys and the rest with gellified hair, desperate to make full use of their last few i-have-gorgeous-hair moments, a few army uniforms and the army of tutors lining either side of the hall.
my heart rate increased so drastically i could've fooled any pe teacher that i just finished my 2.4 run. i wanted to puke my guts out, realising that the moment of truth was only minutes away. vj did well as a cohort with 50% of the students getting 3 and 4As. there were virtually no failures in each subject.
i cant remember why i wanted to be in a smart jc where i could be surrounded by genius competition.
my tutor came by to where i was seated to comment on my tudung (?!) and convince me that i did fairly well. i couldve thrown a brick in his face for bringing my hopes up. thank GOD he wasnt bluffing! i made an aim before As and i reached my target. i waaay surpassed my expectations and it made me proud. all i felt was relief and JUSTICE. all that damn mugging actually paid off.
granted i will never subject myself to that kind of torment ever again.
all my friends did fantastic as well and we shared a good old parkway moment and im afraid i might have ruined my new and expensive shoes in the mad rain. gr.
yayy nus im cominggg!!
-aysha