Dear readers,

I have moved to another site. Don't get me wrong, blogger is awesome but I have upgraded to wordpress, because I can.

However, I'm not closing down the blog because I like reading the old posts. I get to see how I grow, you know what I'm sayin'?

Thanks for reading, Love ya'll.

Love,
Aisyah.

Blogger is being a ding dong. I cant seem to see anything.

Hey mods! Today your darling blogger (me) have gone to watch the movie event of the year, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Me, accompanied by my best friend, Nurul, booked tickets on Friday night and got the 7th row from the screen, not bad actually.

While on the way to the mall, a bunch of malay guys with trucker caps were trying to get us to notice them. One was just horrible looking and the others, simply...how do I put it? Matrepish. It went alittle something like this.

Scene: Me and Nurul, walking under the block, passing the group.

Mat: Eh, nak kluar eh?

Ignored.

Mat: Chey, tak layan seh.

Ignored.

Mat: *continues babbling.

It is A.N.N.O.Y.I.N.G. I see him everyday under the block when Im heading to school, trying to act all big. Oh come on! I mean, get a life! Do I look like I' d date guys who laze around all day and smoke and drink and talk at the top of their lungs? DO I LOOK LIKE I' D DATE SOMEONE BROKE?! I dont care if I sound materialistic but that' s just how I am.

I need a boyfriend A.S.A.P. One who'd send me home and shoot anyone who breathes my air.

Anyways, adventure started with food. Nurul was hungry and so we headed to Northpoint to get food for our rumbling belly. Searched high and low but EVERYWHERE was packed. At the end we found a couple seat and ran for it. Nurul had the ' Nasi Goreng Yaya Patayya with chicken drumlets (4)' and I had the 'Carrot cake'. While eating, I get the liberty of viewing an Indian man's smexy butt crack. He was around his early 20s for god' s sake. Sizzling. He' s like from the army or something.

So we reached Orchard and I SAW LUIS LIM (Hi Luis!) with his girlfriend or something. So then we went to HMV , checking out the music, movies and the dudes to let the time pass. That was like about 4.50pm++? Then we debated the need to get starbucks. Eventually we didnt and just waited at Cineleisure for our tickets.

Theater 1 level 6 was our place. We got popcorn and when proceeding to the entrance hall, someone called my name. Who? Rahmat that's who. He has lost a serious amount of weight really. Shook hands and made small talk "Where you schooling at man?" and we walked to the cute ticketing guy who told us to 'have fun and enjoy the movie.'

J1,2 that's our seats and it's way in and J3,4,5 was already occupied. So we had to do the usual 'Scuse me butt please' in. My neighbour was this hot chinese guy. He was ALONE. At first I thought he was with the other couple. Then when he didnt speak, I realized that he' s ALONE. Sad for him.

The movie was alright. The effects were fantastic. I' d rate 3.5 stars over 5 . Comparing the book and the movie, one would notice a thick chuck of explanation missing. However, the cast are all smexy pieces of ass.

Especially Freddie Stroma a.k.a Cormac Maclaggen.







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Anyways, the train ride home was epic. Nurul made fun of everyone. We were like giggling like a a pair of preppy drama kids looking at Zac Efron' s picture. I went to 7 eleven to get a cuppa but the espresso machine failed on me.

So I went to cheers to get my milk tea to accompany my long walk home at about 9.40pm? Here is when things get heated. For me anyway. After paying for my drink, I went to the glass door to get out and I saw 3 tatooed Matreps standing outside. Yes, 2 out of 3 were wearing their trucker caps. I avoided eye contact but then ONE TAPPED MY SHOULDER. I ALMOST DIED OF HEART ATTACK. It went alittle something like this.

Matrep 1; Boleh mintak number?
Me; HUH?
Matrep 1:; Boleh mintak no.?
Me; Are you kidding? (and that' s when I know he' s going to kill me)
Matrep 1; No lah. Mane ade kidding. Name I Adam.
Me; Aisyah. (Fidgeting. There' s something demeaning about 3 assholes watching your every move)
Matrep 1; So, boleh mintak no.?

So I gave him my number and when he said thanks, I blurted "So arent you going to give me your number?"

Matrep 2; Laughs.
Matrep3; Phone line dier kene cut ah. Tak bayar bill.
Me; Oh. Okay. Bye.
Matrep 1; Kbye. Take care eh. (waves and walk away, lighting a cig)

TELL ME WHAT THE HELL WOULD YOU DO IF A MATREP WITH TATTOOS ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER AT 9.50PM++ AT CHEERS? You bloody GIVE it! So that he doesnt kill you and you get to get off scott free. So you can just shut up about it.

Thanks for reading!



I just have to post this picture up, is this funny or what?

Hey mods!

By the picture you guys can already tell what this post is going to be about. Let me just warn you that this is a very- very- bitter- one- sided- drama- queen's view about the species we all know commonly as MEN.

So what triggered me to do a post on this is Communications Class where Miss Becky discussed the differences in ladies and boys. She asked, "Girls, what do you most dislike about guys?" As expected, we started rambling on and on about the bad points about guys like how they dont respond the way you want them to, like how we send them long ass texts and their reply is just a pathetic "Kk" and how they' re just so insensitive to our feelings and how they annoy us in ways cant imagine and how they swear so much.

I hate it when they get over possesive. Like I cant even go out with my girlfriends without him texting "Where are you now?" or "What time are you coming home?". It is just A.N.N.O.Y.I.N.G! I mean, you' re not my father for god' s sake.

And what about when he uses the word "Unbelievable" after an argument? He' ll go like "Pffft unbelievable" when he has nothing else to rebuttle and crosses his arms around his chest. Then after that little drama, he refuses to talk to you during the whole ride home.

A point that Ms Becky raised just now was so true. That' s the part when you feel all shit and you say to your boyfriend "Leave me alone". What' s fucked up about that is that HE ACTUALLY LEAVES YOU ALONE! Good Lord! He leaves you there! But then Cheng An says "how do I know you want me to stay? You told me to go away didnt you?" For god's sake boys, do we really mean it when we say "Go and die"? No!

Bu then we make up and everything is fine again. Like how Dane Cook puts it.

BUT STRANGELY ENOUGH, WE STILL NEED MEN.

Thanks for reading!