randomization.

What Saiyidah Aisyah Means

You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in. You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care. You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row. You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace. People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality. You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia. Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

WHATEVER seh.

lets do a detailed analysis on what taik kerbau & ketams the internet can provide.

• suave, sexy, smart, and strong. this one spot on ah, no questions asked.
• classic "Type A" personality. hmm, type A keperr.
• balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row. HAHA. aisyah organized is an oxymoron. and no, i like my ducks in a circle.
• truly an original person. tau takper.
• You're a strong person. if im not, i dont deserve to be called a rower.

hmmm. as u can see, aisyah's bored. nothing interesting happened in my life so far. bored but yet readings and assignments piling on my right. like i give a damn. omg. pemalas nak mampos. i dont deserve to live seh.

school has started. i have 3 days week which is pretty exciting and im desperately job hunting now and my hp bills drg my trip to bali was $160, as compared to my previous one which was mere $60 which is the lowest in aisyah's phone bills history.

school's okay. coffee's been keeping me alive during lectures. its only the 3rd week and theres piles of work to do and aisyah willingly volunteered to decorate the notice board at my rowing centre so if theres many many of my pictures, im sorry hor.

im currently coaching scdf guys in rowing and damn, they come in batches, ranging from nsf mats to colonel ahpeks who earns $10k a month. its exciting getting to know so many scdf guys of different shapes and sizes. arent u jealous? haha. okay just write down ur preference and i'll find one for u. cheeky ones? plenty.

i missed ama's farewell party the other day cuz i had mom's last minute errands to run after coaching my 2 new annoying students from RI. RI guys are officially SO ANNOYING. one of them hapily dragged me into the water. abusing their instructor, immediate FAILURE. ama's leaving fpr australia soon. :(

and walid left like...just now. amsterdam seh. 6 months seh. what is this. everyone's leaving. i wanna leave too. :(

should have just married that old qatar guy. MAKKAU he owns an oil refinery factory seh!

oh and no, im not quitting rowing. im just taking a long break. they want to dump me in china to enter the olympic qualifiers but looking at my shape now i think i'll be an object of ridicule in china. im so fat nak mampos i will promise myself to get back in shape by next month seh. or else i think ill jump into pandan reservoir and drown myself.

or should i just go for it? go china for free seh. tak nak ah.

hmm.

i should put new year resolution #324: stop being fickle. but thats like saying aisyah, pls be fair. oh and i got my tan back. i like. :) but so are my babbats. GET RID OF THEM.

these things are all so unnecessary. why do u bother reading them? yes you. WHY?

saiful bought me an odm watch. lawa, you. but i still wanna buy that puma watch ive been eyeing. should i? NO. i should save money to pay my hp bills.

oh and new year resolution #01's getting along pretty well. i ate otah2 the other day. shrimp lah, crab lah, scallop lah. not bad aye? and im so gonna try fish and co's fish and chips. alah orang blanja mesti sedap punyer kan?

and we splurged at bakerzin that day. souffles and tapas. hmmm... sinful nak mampos. no more, okay?

okaylah. gotta get some sleep. oh and ive been having this bad bad bad sore throat and coughs since last week. am i dying? who knows.

LOVE ME, b4 i die.

emo momok,

2008

DONT HATE ME CUZ
I WENT TO BALI LAST WEEK.
no bali bomb blast, thank God.
but i had a blast.
omg, laugh.

operation : denpasarDIAM2

flight : garuda airlines
return tickets : S$420
luggage : deuter haversack
with NO ROWING UNIFORM.
finally.
travelling : ALONE.
with mom's concent : absolutely NOT.
exciting: TOTALLY.

left for denpasar: monday night.
reached denpasar safely: monday night.

mistaken for an indonesian : monday night.
mom found out about so-called secret trip: monday night.
consequence: u sooo dont wanna know.

hotel SIDOI.

hotel swimming pool.

hotel backyard.

and beautiful balinese architecture.

beautiful balinese babe?

HAHAHA.

tongue-twister-cum-break-the-code themed menu.

WHAT sauce?

say it aloud 3 times.

the shopping mall that faces the sea.

enough said.

jakon...

...nak mampos.

minah moto ke perrr.

we rode for like an hour to ULUWATU and its definitely worth the trip there.

CHECK THESE OUT.

lawa giler nak mampos.

kan? :)

WATER BOM, bali.

best.

masakan padang, sungguh enak.

surfers' paradise, dude.

hahahaha.

banana pancake for breakfast.

perfect.

and introducing the best of the best...

...most sinfully delicious thing ever created,

MARTABAK TERANG BULAN!

pancake + chocolate rice + butter + shredded cheese + grated nuts + condensed milk

tak orgasmic tak sah.

the stall by the roadside.

authentic ayam penyet, kangkong and udang (whatever)

undeniably shiok.

YES! buns to die for!

and doughnuts worth every rupiah

sigh.

mission accomplished.

well,

partially.

BEEN THERE, DONE THAT.

number of days not talking to mum: 2

where to next?

JOGJAKARTA, anyone?

so long

today was weird.
i wanted to go silat so i made my way to school.
in the train i started to see squiggly lines, i swear.
then everything was so bright.
when i reached clementi, i sat down at the bus stop for like ten minutes.
then i went home.
my head was throbbing like mad.
stupid headache,
spoil my plans.

like how my mum spoilt my surprise for her. tomorrow's her birthday.
so i bought her a wallet from KL.
she opened my drawer yesterday for god knows what reason and saw the wallet.
she was scolding me why i bought another wallet when i already have one.
and yesterday i was in a crankypuss mood.
so i told her its for her and i thanked her for spoiling my surprise.

oh wells.

on thursday and friday, i had my first camp in 6 months!
GOD i miss doing camps.
camps are really fun with the right people around.
it was kind of a boring camp but i had loads of fun.
besides being called PIPES, thanks to ben.
tak habes habes.
u dont wanna know the story.
trust me.
think mocca.com.

hmm.

last week i went to KL. credits to my cousin, nana, for the photos. i was waiting for the photos lah thats why i didnt update. okay so i went with my uncle and his family.

nana and me

my uncle, my (small) uncle, my aunt and my cuz.

yeah, that small lil boy is my uncle cuz my grandpa married again even tho he's close to 80 (or is he alr 80?) and got this kid named imran and so yes, my uncle is in primary 2 this year.

on our first night, we had christmas buffet at the hotel restaurant. TAK MAKAN RUGI OI.

HO HO HO.

wipe that dripping saliva, please.

my favourites.

rejected gingerbread men for shrek 4.

FREAKING CUTE PLEASE.

and yummmmmmy. :)

OYSTERS, yo.

oh, i have a new year resolution: i wanna learn to eat seafood. and oysters are so wrong to start with. but my uncle said RUGI TAK TRY. so i did.

this was the face before it went inside my mouth ah.

you sooooo dont wanna see the 'after-eating-oysters' face seh.

oysters are disgusting.

PERIOD.

its like cod liver oil in solid form.

its not even solid. its like semi liquid.

GROSS.

never again.

my aunt's birthday fell on christmas so my uncle surprised her with a cake. so sweeeet lar.

and whats a trip to KL without the shopping moments. HMM.

we met up with saiful who was sweet enough to drive us around. we went to Midvalley Megamall which was mega humongously enormously besar nak mampos!

and im not exaggerating.

that place is HUGE and i heard one utama is even HUGER! thank god we dint go to oneutama. hahaha.

okay yes. aisyah is fat.

you dont have to remind me.

ugh.

what can i do seh.

all we did at kl was to shop eat shop eat sleep shop eat. and everything there is annoyingly halal like yoshinoya, subway, CARLS JR!!!, domino's pizza, bread talk! omg. thank god i dont live in kl. ill grow fat and die i swear.

saifullah ramly :)

and on the third day, saiful brought me and my aunt to midvalley again and we watched ANAK HALAL. turned out to be a pretty good movie, i bet my aunty liked it cuz she was crying! and i was laughing at her and i laughed until i cried seh. hahahaha. sorry saiful if u dont like it :(

oh good movie, go watch.

checked my exam results in KL. spoilt my mood. hmmm. it was bad but i keep telling myself, its not bad for someone who rows everyday. my mum said i should stop rowing.

...

AHH KL. i miss KL. :)

and then i had my first new years eve party. ALA pat causeway point pun jadi lah kan? hahahaha. i was helping akhmad's mum. party at woodlands seh. meet the new years eve party virgins:

we were supposed to jaga the men's changing room

and we were bored.

how slenger can we get, shaheen? :)

act cool keper. HAHA.

the akhmad pose.

scroll down to find out why.

minah rockers!

look at the akhmad pose!

heen, khai, akhmad and me.

first picture taken in 2008 :)

hello? we were on stage for the prize giving!

me and heen were so excited.

the whole of woodlands estate could see us.

and he was our only eye candy for the night.

new years eve with my bestie.

BEST.

wah panjang entry ni.

im tired.

there goes my throbbing head.

like jumanji.

HMM.

hazi's finally back.

school's opening soon.

damn u, bidding modules thingy.

and u babbats.

GO AWAY.

gratitude

eh, i think these days i deserve some whack in the head or something, seriously.

firstly, i must apologize for forgetting thanking EVERYONE.

which i should have done weeks ago.
sheesh.
im so lousy.

dearest friends and family,

and to whoever out there who have given me all your support, love, care, concern and all your prayers when i was in thailand for the sea games. i wanna say THANK YOU, from the bottom of my heart which beats at 49 beats per minute as recorded last in november.

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU.

i cannot be more grateful than to have a bunch of people like YOU around.

(eh i think if i were to die and my heart were to be donated to someone, that person must be damn lucky to have a heart like mine.
HAHAHA.
im serious!
dont u think so?
ANYWAY.)

thank you MAK!

u nag alot, like seriously ALOT, mak, but that what makes u a MUM i think. okay, and sorry im the laziest dauhgter in the world and i dont do housework and i cant bloody cook, i know i know. but thank you anyway for allowing me to go for training every single morning. thats good enough. :) and when i was in thailand i know uve been praying for me everyday. thats why i came back not only in one piece but with a medal. thank you, mak!!!

thank you dad,

for your constant prayers for me. even though ure hardly there for me i know u always care for me and love me. i hope i made u one proud daddy. :)

thank you to my brothers,

for constantly reminding me that u guys have one fat sister. it gives me motivation to lose weight. thank you for calling me fat and always pinching my fats and making me feel offended and FAT. thank you, guys, really.
hahahaha.
the medal's for you guys.
most annoying creatures,
but most loved. :)
omg, isnt ur sister so damn bloody sweet?
and fat?
okay fine.

thank you rowing association,

for giving me this opportunity to represent the nation. for giving me a boat to row on, for giving me a reservoir to row in, and for all the trips everywhere around the world.
but no thank you for the very little allowance i get, and nothing else after the sea games. not even $10 to top up my ezlink.
haha.
oh well.

thank you fahma,

feels good telling the world i have a personal nutritionist/dietician. u are never stingy on giving me free resources from sports council. thank you for all the breeze juices, beroccas, gatorades, chewy bars, weider in jellys, power bars and the liquid diets. i shall see u again soon.
once a lightweight, always a lightweight. :)

thank you hazi,

for being my bitching partner and my shoulder to cry on, even though i have to bend down so low to cry on ur shoulders. i dont know what i'll do without you, seriously.
FASTER COME BACK.
aitez!
HAHAHAHAHA.

thank you shaik,

for always being there for me. thank you for always listening to me whine and complain and whine and complain and whine and complain and yeah, i know i never stop but u never stop listening. thank you for believing in me.

thank you coach,

for scaring the shit out of me the first time u arrived and coached us. haha. seriously u were bloody scary and fierce and ur trainings were tough SHIT HELL TOUGH and i thought u were crazy and i still think u are but THANK YOU THE MOST for making me who i was at the games. without ur shouting and scolding i wouldnt have won that medal. thank you for all those night walks around the hotel. it was the best moments when i was there. thank you for sharing with me so many things. and thank you for believing in me.
and thank you for not allowing me to quit rowing. there goes my plans. huuuhah!
craziest and coolest coach ive ever had. please come back.

thank you saiful,
for being my motivation from across the straits of malacca. thinking of u makes me PULL harder. and of cuz, thank u for always believing in me. ure my most expensive sms buddy still u know. hahaha. :)


thank you friends,
arina, ama, hazri, izzaty, elly, nadd, filzah, nadia, rauf, shahul, khairul, izzat, sha, raf, shuying, haida, walid, amirah, atiqah, mimi, mimin, omg, omg, omg, plenty, EVERYONE!!!

THANK YOU for your prayers and support.
and LOVE.
so much of it.

THANK YOU.

omg im gonna cry.

...

second reason why i deserve a whacking in the head is because i volunteered myself to be the Project Director for the upcoming PBM project.
they say aisyah kan orang laut, this is so not me.
u know what?
i couldnt agree more.
but okay since im already PD, lets prove them that rowers have brains too.

and thirdly,
i was writing this ridiculously long email
and my stupid internet connection just went dead
and everything was gone.
BEST tak?
oh, memang best.

...

next week aisyah gi holiday pat KL.
yay.
PD pergi holiday?
hmph.

sea games 2007

welcome to the year of unexpected events.

HADY MIRZA has just been crowned the first Asian's Idol.

Singaporean, Malay.

Im proud of him. so so proud.

did u see the look on his face?

PRICELESS.

and a few days back,

the singapore flag flew high at mabprachan lake, thailand.

a moment like this,

some people wait a lifetime.

but i waited for only 19 years. booyah.

OMG.

tell me about it.

after a year of training, through all those
shit
pain
blood
hell
masochistic
trainings, every drop of tears shed, every ounce of sweat, the incessant complaining and whining, cursing, swearing, getting shouted at, hated, despised, waking up at 5am every morning. 334 days. 1008 hours. 3600km. 345000 strokes. 668000 litres of water. the dieting, the starving. the meal plans. yogurts. bananas. chewy bars. power bars. boost. resource. weider. gatorade. pocari sweat. centrum. berocca.

omg omg omg.

its over.

and to bloody think of it,

I ALMOST GAVE UP. I ALMOST QUIT. I ALMOST STOPPED ROWING.

OMG.

i still cant get over it, like how much i cant get over the fact that hady mirza won the asian idol.

it was funny, really. i was lying on the couch, watching tv with my brothers, and i was slumberly commenting, "skali hady menang.." SHIT, i swear i did.

and he won.

thanks to minah mulut masin ni.

OKAY.

THERES SO MANY TO TELL YOU.

firstly,

i wasnt at the opening ceremony so if u saw me on tv during the opening ceremony, either something is wrong with ur eyes or ure lying. i was at chonburi somewhere in pattaya. the ceremony was held at korat, in bangkok. and i dint stay in the games village cuz thats at korat. chonburian athletes stayed in this humongous hotel:

Ambassador City, Jomtien. they call it a city, instead of a hotel for one obvious reason. coach said its one of the biggest hotels in the world. check out the Tower Wing. and its only one of the FIVE wings they have. its a whole city in there!

yep, they have 4 swimming pools. and yes, it faces the beach.

elsie tengah jiwang.

the poolside beach.

invaded by fat, heeeeuge! russians with layers and layers of fats and flubber and extra extra babbats in bikinis and g strings. i swear, G STRINGS. male and female, g strings. OH! playing volleyball. gross nak mampos.

the view is simply gorgeous lah.

thats coach.
she became my best friend in thailand.

we went for many adventure walks almost every night after dinner. the hotel was SO HUGE we spent nights exploring the whole area. we walked around the hotel, discovered secret rooms, went into forbidden places and the best was star gazing. we even saw a shooting star once. omg. i swear it was so so pretty, we were so excited about it. damn, it was fun. after my final race, she had to rush off to the airport to catch her flight back to new zealand. we hugged and cried and cried and cried. she can be the fiercest coach ive ever had, she pushed me like crazy, screamed at me, scolded me, made me cry, made me almost quit, gave me the worst time of my life, i hated her guts, cursed her silently, wished she dint exist, but omg, i miss her. she totally changed my life. without her, i dont think the medal would be possible. she said she wouldnt allow me to quit rowing after sea games. oh no.

she almost pulled me out from my single lightweight event cuz she wanted me to focus on my doubles event. omg, SHE ALMOST PULLED ME OUT FROM MY RACE.

okay, i was put into 2 events, the singles lightweight and the doubles open (with elsie). these 2 races happen to fall on the same day, both the heats and the finals. thats why coach thought i had no chance for a medal at all in my singles and wanted me to row in the doubles open only. well, noone thought i would have a chance of winning a medal in my singles, anyway.

this was the results for the Repercharge race where last rower gets eliminated and the rest qualifies for finals. i came in first. before the race, coach said DONT YOU DARE COME IN LAST. noone expected me to get first.

it was a good race, i had a good start. the waters were calm. well, not really flat, but coach called it AISYAH's water. cuz i hate the waves. i cant row in bad water condition. so thank God, Alhamdullilah, during my race, the water was Aisyah's water - almost perfect.

if coach had agreed on pulling me out from my singles race, this wouldnt have been possible:

so Syukur Alhamdullilah. she dint pull me out from my race. and with that, i got a bronze medal. i kept my promise to my friends and family;

i came home a winner. :)

it didnt matter what colour the medal was.

and it didnt matter how awful and oh so selenger i look in that track suit!

does it?

i swear i couldnt stop smiling after the Finals. SO EXCITED.

weeee-ner. hahaha. told u i was so happy nak mampos.

so after i won, everyone wanted to take a photo wimme. or is it the other way round? hahaha. taktau malu.

lightweight singles men bronze medalist.
red and white, HO HO guess what country hes from!

mr gold medalist.

nicholas, the boss.
HEY, he hugged me okay. haha.

i have thai fans, okay. :)

and my favourite people, the Malaysians. :)

okay, so after the races, we went out to town.
we dint do much shopping tho. :(

Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum

and the haunted house,

which made me cry.

i hate haunted houses. :'(

sorry i couldnt bring home my new boyfriend.

then we went to watch the equastrian.
the sport for the filthy rich.

a horse can cost up to ten million USD.

a cacat horse is priceless.

then we went to a balloon fair.

where i saw this disgusting delicacy. they eat these stuff. YUCK.

for dinner we had halal seafood. check out the menu.

CHICKEK!! made me burst out laughing. i swear.

okay kan aisyah lazy to write already. so just enjoy the pictures lah. haha.

mom was proud. :)

elsie, my partner.

and all of us from team singapore.

YAY. :) :) :)

okay, im so sleepy right now, i'll update more soon. taaa.