For goodness sake.

I TAKE MY WORDS BACK.

tumblr me timbers!

I'm such a new-blog-choholic. Yes, la tumblr is made. Aisyah.tumblr.com, if you wish. But then this will be the port for the daily rants. La tumblr is just an addition to my collection. ;-) God-damn it, my neck hurts! After a day stalking random people's tumblr for no-reason at all. Homework time. Toodles.

Whatevs!

Maybe I'm just too silent. I don't spill the whole truth, but no lies involved. Just not the whole truth. My mouth won't open up wide and speak up. I used to be the one that say whatever I wanted to stay. I used to stand up for myself and speak up. I'm not like this anymore. My brave receptors are evolving to the shy and scared instead. I usually say to myself, I can't be the so-called slave anymore. But nothing would come out of la bouche, which is pretty much sad enough. Now, time for stand up, speak up. For those out there, please watch your mouth on whatever topic you're talking about or about your insults. Don't think you're the only one that has feelings because unfortunately, every living thing in this earth has feelings. Please keep that in mind. Why the hell am I saying please for?

I just looooove it

Great news! Yesterday's dream came true. The part about jacket potato, my mum cooked it for buka puasa. Yes, she did! I was very happy indeed. Plus my mum made homemade Subway-ish sandwiches. She was like, it's only an experiment and it turned out great! It will be even greater if we added salami and maybe black pepper. And guess what, 2 potatoes plus butter plus cheese plus a quater length sandwich (as in the subway-ish type) went down straight in my huge tummy that almost can fit anything at all -exaggerating. Now, I can't slouch because I'm that full. Seriously, I haven't ate anything that well cooked and admired for a long time. Thanks mummy! Love you! And some bad news, my dad is buying a Nikon D90 and it's not for me. Damn it. Yes. The latest D90. Sure whatevs. I'm still going to hog it, I'm sorry Mufasa. I will!

Jacket potato!

Not loosing any weight at all. I wasn't expecting this to happen. I'm gaining weight! Those food from Pasar Ramadhan is fattening my fat and just unresistable! And I'll be turning to a potato-like human now. Now, my turn to cook. So, la famille! Prepare to get amazed by thy mademoiselle's cooking! Tonight, it will be Jacket potato with tuna mayo fillings and cheddar cheese and well zelizous butter with a touch of olive oil! And lamb chop steaks plus the indescribable sauce to go with it. For deserts, chocolate brownies made by the lady herself and warm custard on top with a snow of vanilla dust. And to reduce the thirst, homemade Starbucks-like chocolate chip cream with whipped cream on top and extra sprinkles of chocolate dust. Dream on! And last night's wonderful short chat with la bestfriend, Munirah on the phone. I miss you, nizzy! (The nickname that was made back in 2005) Oh, pure memories.

And baby, I'm in love! Pathetic, much?

Back on track

Look what we have here. This lassy has a good mood today, so don't spoil it. I feel so good. Only God knows why. Cos I have no idea at all.

Hypnoticed.

Nightmare starts again today. I haven't even got the courage to look at the schedules today. I shall call this, pathetic. As usual. The room's messy, my brain is stuffed, my fingers are glued to the keyboard, my legs are freezing cold, headphones laying on the floor, bed- very messy indeed. I'm a mess plus the lack of the clean freak I used to be. Last night, it was such a bore except for the food fest in la ol' home, Wangsa Maju. I found a whole bunch of old pictures clotting the space. Including the pictures back in Manchester.

(La dumb-asses, geeks and chavs of 8 White /07-08)

I just love scanning through the memories.