omg. today i was freaked out by a bangla i almost cried. dont laugh ok. i was really on the verge of tears. you see. the morning already started out bad for me and that particualr bangla had to appear. i was in the mood for training in the morning but when i reached clementi it started raining like SHIT. i waited until about an hour but still no sign of improvement from the rain so i went home. what a waste of time! then thats when that bangla came and talk to me at woodlands bus interchange.

bangla: excuse me miss, do u know how to get to paya lebar?

me: no. sorry. (look away)

bangla: excuse me miss, where are u going?

me: home. (look away)

bangla: miss, where do u live?

me: woodlands. (still looking away)

bangla: what block?

me: donno. (i took out my phone and pretend to sms)

bangla: miss can i have your no?

me: (at this point i wanted to whack his fugly wugly mugly face!!!) no. sorry.

bangla: miss do u have a boyfriend?

me: YES. (actually no but u get my point dont you?)

bangla: ok nvm. we can become friends. wats ur hp no?

me: (shifts away slowly)

bangla: miss are u muslim?

me: yes.

bangla: im muslim (showing the prayer mat he's holding in his hands)

me: (muker slumber) ok.

bangla: im norman...(puts his palm on his chest)

me: (GO AWAY- thats what i wanna say but i said nothing)

he was freaking starting at me throughout the whole THING- i wouldnt even call it a proper conversation. BASTARD i wanna say. BASTARD!!!

the bus took FOREVER to arrive. he insisted that i give him my phone number or house block. STUPID IDIOT. which part of NO does he not understand. when the bus finally came, i rushed to the bus and to my horror he took the same bus as me. so i called my mum to ask him to fetch me from the bussstop. he was STARING at me in the bus. i was standing at the door cuz its only one busstop away. and he was sitting on the seat facing opposite. i was like, "mak. mak. come down and fetch me now please! mak please mak. dont ask why now, mak. faster. my bus reaching already. FASTER." luckily, he dint alight with me. and my bro picked me up. scary mary nak mampos i tell you. and the weirdest thing is that i was wearing clothes my ex would say "scrap" (aka go-for-training-clothes) which includes teeshirt and shorts which is not fbt-short shorts and sandals. i told my mum and grandma abt it and their comments were damn hilarious. they talked abt it until...NOW. my mum was like, "kan..wear shorts again lah. kan..." and my grandma was like, "lain kali tendang ajer bola dier! bagi dier tumbuk sikit! jangan takut dengan orang macam gini!" (translate: just kick his balls! give him a good punch! dont be afraid of these beasts!) omg. damn funny.

later, i met amalina at woodlands to take 168 to tamp for arina's housewarming. it was raining so i took a bus to marsiling and crossed the road to take another bus to woodlands (the advantages of student concession pass!). then there were 2 guys (m'sian guys, i swear!) who were hooting and teasing and u know, the disgusting stuff people do. and one of them was like, "eh, macam ning baizura ahhh." i was like talking to myself, "walk faster walk faster!" annoying people. and PLEASE. nothing to be kembang about. ARGH.

anyways, arina's house is HUGE. 3 tingkat, taknak kalah. haha. and so are her neighbours' houses. and thier cars. and everything else lah. sigh. when will i be able to live in such a big and beautiful house? and please ah. i wont marry some cheekopek old man for money. or some datuk or whatever pangkat he has lah. not interested. sorry. and no banglas. please.

HAH.

went out with heen nad elly on friday. oh, that morning i went to my bro's grad day at nyp. my god, his friends are hot! sports and wellness management guys are hot stuff! haha. and one of them actually slept over at my house for brazil's first match and i so dint know his friend was in the living room so with my pink flowery pyjamas and the memek face, i walked to the kitchen and back to my room not realising that his friend is there! omg. dont remind me about this. HORROR.

anyway, yes. the 4 of us went shopping. ok. they did the shopping. i did the window way. i told u im seriously broke. melvin is right, i need a sugardaddy. so, yea. to be honest, going out with them doesnt feel like before anymore. we laughed less, we did lesser stupid things, its feels less fun and exciting. u know we used to laugh until our jaws hurt and i will start tearing (as in nangis not koyak ok). its very different now. just because we're much older doesnt mean we cant have fun. maybe they had fun but i dint really enjoy myself. im being honest. i donno. maybe its just me. yeah. cuz i had no money to shop. haha. u know? okay. its ok if u dont know. im not sure myself too. oh well. we ate at anatolia, met a very adorable looking chef and we left. i miss the old us. i hate growing up.

wow. its been a long time since i went online. when i read my emails today, i had 138 msgs in my mail box. woots. bad bad bad. havent blog since when...the sani hussein craze? omg.

have i told u that junaidi is OUT of the anugerah skrin? sadness. and oh the pain. but shah's still in and i hope he does something about his acting skills cuz he deserves to win than the other 2. please brush up your acting skills, boy. shaheen, go help ur brother please? imagine having such a hot brother. haha. what am i babbling about. anyways, i still went to watch anu skrin live after the episode when junaidi left and he sat like 10m away from me. oh happiness. the joy. haha. crazy. omg to think of it, this was like 2 weeks 3 weeks ago? im so outdated. lost my track of time. shit. boohoo.

talking about JUNAIDI, my god, that day, cant remember when, i was walking in town with my mummy when i saw him. i know i know. SCREAM SQUEAK SHOUT JUMP FLY with joy cuz i met junaidi in person! woots! but he merely walked past me and i dint realise it at first until my mum nudged me and said,"eh, junaidi kan?" i was like omg omg omg omg...haha. he's so hot i tell you. H-O-T. and tall. hot and tall. sigh. and on that same night, i saw baihakki and norsafarie at tangs. baihakki is freakin tall but too bad. i dont really have the hots for him and all so, NO BIG DEAL babeh. haha. i dont think i can watch anu skrin live tmr cuz when i wanted to queue up for the tickets last saturday, it was GONE. finish, i tell u. sad.

and the june hols are coming to an end and i swear im so dead when school reopens cuz i havent started on revision. at all. its not like im secretly mugging just to eat the humble pie. im already freaking fat so i dont think i wanna have a bite on that humble pie. seriously. double serious. IM SO MATI. DEAD. END. FINISHED. i keep on telling myself to start studying but by the end of 1 hour (at most), i'll be doing something else. no not the computer, not the tv, not the playstation, not the box of dvds (i can almost hear the dvds calling out to me for me to watch them), not my friends i planned to go out with (cuz i havent gone for any girls day out! really!) and not even SHOPPING. omg. den what is wrong with me? maybe its training. but its not like i train everyday. is it world cup? but i only stayed up once for korea's match. ARGH. what is bloody wrong with me?

the As are so near. the grave is calling out to me. hah. scary.

i think im the laziest JC student on earth. how can this be? wheres my mugging mojo i used to have 2 years ago? ARGHH.

rowing season is in 3 weeks time. another reason for why aisyah is SO DEAD. 13 countries will be participating in the Asian Junior Champs. thirteen people to race with. my god. i am so D-E-A-D.

save me. someone. please?

i suddenly have no mood to write.

sorry guys. i better go do some self-relfecting. not too late to start working. never too late for anything.

*smiles* there u go. rock on, aisyah. ROCK ON.