Anyways, without further ado, I present you, Not Quite Jackson Pollock, a pair of handpainted shoes, inspired by Jackson Pollock. Although, it’s not quite Jackson Pollock at all, hence the title (plagiarized art is no art).

and yes, I’m an artist wannabe. T_T

what’s more? It’s for sale!

say what!!! It’s for sale!

(duh, finally, something for sale!)

Description:
-  painted on original Playez canvas shoes.
- size: Men US9, - UK8 - EU42 (26.5cm) see size chart
- acrylic mixed with textile medium.
- Waterproof, wont turn yellow, dust resistant, will not crack and sealed to last longer.
- only one available, and is very, very, exclusive.
-suitable for both male and female

Price: RM82

******  OPEN FOR BIDDING!   *********

Bidding will be closed on Sunday, July 5th, midnight.

more pictures and information after the jump.

T&C
- Leave a comment below or email me at aisyah90[at]gmail.com to bid with your price.
- Serious buyers only.
- The last person to offer the highest bid wins
- The price excludes shipping cost.
- Payment method: Bank-in or Maybank transfer only.

Shipping
Pos Laju - RM6 within Penisular Malaysia, RM8 to West Malaysia.
COD - Shah Alam area only (sec 2,3,6,7,8,9,18), RM3-5 or FOC.
International - Email me for inquiries

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oh, did I tell you that I, AisyahRozi painted these, by hand? Here’s another pair I’ve painted in the past.

After 10 years of no update, at all, I’m finally blogging. Unless if you have me on your facebook, perhaps you would have thought that I died. Well, I did die. Metaphorically of course.

Gosh, it has been so long since I last blogged that I don’t even remember the last post I wrote about, and people don’t even visit my blog anymore. *kisses blog*

What actually happened after the last day of examination last semester was me being a couch potato for a whole month, and I was depressed because I wasn’t doing anything productive, not even drawing. I don’t know what happened, but I really wasn’t at all inspired to draw, or to make anything. After being in a deep ‘grief’ for such ridiculous reason, I finally got myself together and started making something.

Guess what it is?

And no, it’s no shoe painting, not just yet. It’s what I’ve always wanted since I was 12; fashion designing!

Well, I’m not actually designing, but I’m taking up sewing. I’ve made a few garments on my own, with help on the pattern part of course. I did a bit of research and found a perfect book for pattern drafting; it’s How To Make Sewing Pattern by Donald H. McCunn. I called up a few bookstores, and none of them have it.

*SIGHHHHHHH*

*KECEWA GILA OKAY!*

I was gonna ask my dad to buy the book for me, but then as always, I don’t have the guts to do it as I imagine that he would ask me to concentrate on my studies instead. That’s okay though. There’s always next holidays. But I really do want to learn!

Anyways, for the past 3 weeks, I made a few outfits. I even made 2 traditional wear, but I’m not gonna put ‘em up here as I don’t have the picture. Aiya, forgot la. hoho

#1: Babydoll dress.
Material: Wool
Pattern used: Danielle

Followed the pattern as it is. was just trying to experiment with sewing. It’s a series of mess, but still wearable, definitely.

#2: another same dress with slight alterations.
Material: Cotton
Pattern used: Danielle

darts and pleats on the bodice and skirt respectively. Also added some pleats on the neckline.

#3: originally a blouse but altered into a dress.

Material: cotton
Pattern used: Jennifer

The pattern is actually designed for intermediate sewer. But I wanted to challenge myself so I went for it anyway. Took me about 5 days to complete it! Gosh!  At first, I had no idea how it would turn out. I wasn’t sure if the vintage navy polka dot print could pull off this type of pattern. Actually, I almost  left the fabric store empty handed, with frustration, but then I saw this print. Not the best of course, definitely not I wanted, but I knew I could  use it. All in all,  I’m glad how it turned out.

I can wear it with belt. Yeay! But I prefer to go for vintage belt to go with the look, tho. The “belt” above isn’t a belt, actually, it’s actually a scarf, tied to a bangle. haha.

Pleat details with cute old-fashioned buttons. But I guess the buttons fit the dress well.

more pleats, making the dress tighter on the hips area.

I think I really got hooked up to sewing now. I wanna buy more fabrics and sew more clothes! Actually, I want to design my own dress,  draft my own pattern, and sew it. But to draft a pattern, I NEED the book!!!!!!  T_T

Who wants to accompany me hunting for fabrics? I got no one. NO ONE. anyone?

ok.

*cries on bed*

ok, I wannagowatchgayporn. babai.

I sucked.

so my GPA in 4.0 scale is, 77 x 4 /100 = 3.08

SEE? SHITWADAHELL*(^#*(%!%@_!*DEMMIT!!!!

OMG. I did really badly!!

but it’s okay, I deserved the C for Islamic Studies, as for the whole semester, I’ve only attended the class for 4 times.

and I didn’t study. I just flipped through the notes I printed.

still, Islamic Studies was hard. I went out of the exam hall in the first half of the time.

I also deserved the B for Intro to Design.

Last minute work deserves ‘last minute’ grades.

And my final report sucked.

Actually, I’m pretty satisfied, knowing that I deserved all of the grades. and considering I almost got barred from English exam. And, I can’t believe I got an A for Building Mat, since I didn’t study much for the exam. wooot! xP

Looking at the bright side, at least, I got through LAN subjects, a.k.a. Islamic Studies and Malaysian Studies, a.k.a unrelated subjects a.k.a. pain-in-the-ass subjects. YEAY!! xD

Okay, I wanna cry. Because of the ‘C’. My mum is so gonna kill me. But I guess she’d expected that already.

I’m dead I’m dead, I’m so fucking dead.

No more last minute work!

No more skipping classes!

I had enough, I swear. I’ll be serious now.

I SWEARRRRRR!!!

ah, sshhhhhit. I’m so unmotivated to draw. I feel like I’m so not talented to. Help help, I need to paint on shoes. I need to pull myself together. T_T

And everyone seems to complain about how annoying my voicemail is.

it goes something like, “Hiiii biatch! You know what to do…. ;)”  and then,  BEEEEEEP!

Some of the voice messages I got, are;

“BABIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!”

which means something like, “DAMN YOU!!!!!”

another one sounded something like this;

“FUCKER, what an annoying voicemail. Go to hell. HAHAHAHA”

sometimes, it’s also as simple, one-toned and very polite.

“ah, demmit.”

Anyways, thanks for those who left me those pleasant messages. You guys made my day.   :)

I haven’t been so well lately. I think I’m gonna be sick. I’ve  have been experiencing difficulties to breathe lately. Literally. I feel like I’m not getting enough oxygen, so I try to take a deep breath every now and then, hoping to suck in enough oxygen to survive. Or least get my brain to function well. And I’ve also been able to hear my heart beating sometimes and it makes me sick on my stomach.

What does that mean?

Am I dying?

Whatever.

If I die, I die. So yeah, I think I better pray to god now.

I found out that my bestfriend of 8 years dumped her sucky boyfriend and got a nice new boyfriend -and I’m absolutely happy for her. I just hope that she won’t get hurt anymore.

Although, I don’t really believe in that.

I mean, in the end, it’s always us girls who get hurt. No matter what. Maybe cause guys have less emotions or something.

Sometimes, it’s kinda funny to think that guys always complain that us girls always don’t know what we want, but they are often intimidated when we girls actually know what we want. So then?

Find a guy who isn’t gay.

No pun intended.

Sometimes I wonder, if I could ever have the love that my parents have. They are very much in love, there’s no word to describe it. They truly complete each other, and always support each other. My mum would sacrifice everything for my dad, and my dad would do anything for my mum. And, they didn’t know each other much before they got married. They just went on a date once, and met a few times when they were studying in America. They were matched by some friends. And, then, sometime after they got back to Malaysia, they got married, in August 25th, 1989.

I was born 10 days before their first anniversary.

Now that I think of it, they might have had a really lovely first anniversary, having their first newborn child. Although, a few people commented how skinny I was as a baby, but I’m sure my parents were hoping that I’d grow as an intelligent and beautiful sweet girl. and I’m sure every couple want the same for their children.

I can never get tired of hearing their love story.

Although they told me different versions of the story when I was small.

But I know the one my mum told me the last time I heard it, was the most accurate one.

*tears*

I’m not being emotional, just sharing you guys how thankful I am to have them as my parents.

My mum once told me this -

“A guy knows how to please a girl, they will be nice to you, make you feel protected, and you’r swept off the ground. Next thing you know, you are heartbroken. Don’t let your guard down, my sweetie”

and I told her, “Okay mum. I know how to take care of myself.”

…

…

…

Okay mum, I surrender, you can tell me that you told me so. But I know you would never do that.

Ok, go away from me.

I want my mummy.

Wait, I just had an epiphany.

Maybe I should try to be nice to people.

p.s, I’m fine.   :)

Saturday, May 23rd 7.15am-3pm  - Treasure Hunt

My dad sort of registered my sister and I to Amcop’s Treasure Hunt ‘09 (Amcop is the company my dad works for. Google it, if you are curious.

Anyway, the other two team members were Anil, an engineer and Ana, a secretary. So, our team were Aisyah, Arina, Anil and Ana. Neat, huh? We were team number 14, out of 14 members. hahah. Most of the team members were above 30, (or 35, perhaps) and we were the youngest team.
Anil - 22
Ana- 21
Me - 19
Arina -18

No generation gaps whatsoever. Perfect!

So that morning, Ana arrived first, then me and my sister. After waiting for not more than 15 minutes, which felt like forever, Anil had finally arrived, in his ready-to-race car.

VROOOM!!!!

My dad was like, “WHOA, this is a treasure hunt, not a race!”

hoho sweeet!

Bby the time Anil arrived, most of the other teams had already took off. We were the second last team to start our journey.

The start point was in front of Amcop office, then to Malacca and ends at Port Dickson. To be able to search the clues, we must reset the meter to 0. Because, in the instructions, we’ll be asked to drive at a certain distances to find the clues. The problem was, the meter wasn’t working.

He was driving a nice car.

With engine that goes, VROOOM!

and with neat, clean and really tidy interior,

petrol, full.

and suddenly,

the GODDAMN METER WASN’T WORKING.  -____-”

nice.

So the whole time in the car, we were tracking the kilometers, but most of the times Anil did the honor of counting the distance, and we were like,

“How many kilometers now?”

“It it 9km yet?”

“How many kilometers more?”

All in all, I admire his patience. To be able to “babysit” 3 girls sure is not an easy job.

We weren’t even allowed to eat in the car.

Because he’s A MAN OF PRINCIPLES.

and one of his many principles is NOT TO FREAKING EAT IN HIS CAR.

I must say that compared to other teams, despite being very spirited to win, we were actually the most laid back team. I mean, before continuing our adventure at Malacca, on foot, we thought we had some free time.

So, we took our time, sit on a bench eating bihun mee while taking photos of each other. While we can see that other teams were running around searching for clues. Plus, I even saw a member of one of the other 13 teams was holding a golf stick and ready to swing, under the shade of a tree, happily, like he was in some kind of heaven of his own. LOL.

moving on.

Long story short. We were the second last to arrive, but time is not important at all because it’s the team who got most answers correct wins. And there were like 30 questions or so. However the most important thing is, we had a hell lot of fun.

Same day, 6.30pm-7.15pm  - A Walk on The Beach

Same day, 8pm-11pm - Treasure Hunt ‘09 Dinner

We didn’t win. In fact, we got the 11th place.

freaking 11th!

Ok, fair enough. There were 3 teams below us. Actually, it’s not bad at all, considering we didn’t have a meter.

Oh, we did.

Only it’s not working! -___-”

But, it’s fine, Anil. Don’t worry. We werent frustrated at all. We were very proud of you. or..er.. your car?

Ok, that’s all. I look fat, so pictures are limited. pffft! As if you want to see a whole lot of it.

ok, whatever.

Monday, May 25th

Aida’s birthday was supposed to be on the next day. But we celebrated it one day earlier cause my dad was going away for a business trip.

It’s an ice cream cake. WOOOOOT!!!!

Anyway, the whole day was spent baking cupcakes for Aida to bring to school for her classmates. She was so excited about it, she was truly happy.

Freshly baked cup cakes

okay, babai.

Time to do something.

and yes, I’m not dead yet.

So my parents, sisters and I went to Kenanga to find some stuffs. We walked walked walked and walked and found nothing. Then, somebody told us to go to Chow Kit area, somewhere along Haji Taib street. (yes, Haji Taib sounds so wrong, cause this is the street where there are prostitutes and stuffs at night, if I’m not mistaken)

ANYWAYS, as we were walking along Haji Taib street, I saw a really old man sitting in front of abandoned/closed shop selling some goods on a small table. I walked past and I noticed that he was actually selling vibrators and some other sex toys! It was quite weird to see sex toys being sold as if they were selling some cheap, lame toys for kids. 

Me: I can’t believe they are selling vibrators like that.
Mum: Oh, what’s a vibrator?
Me: OMG, You don’t know what’s a vibrator?  =___=
Mum: Oh, is it for the girls?
Me: Yes.
Mum: oh, no wonder I saw a picture of a dick on the box
Me: -_____-”
Mum: some horny bitch.
Me: …

So, right. That’s my mum.

Happy Mother’s Day to my mum! Not that she’s reading my blog, but whatever. Today is all about motherhood! and, OMG. She spanked my butt this morning cause I didn’t wash the dishes! HAHAH. I got spanked by my mum on mother’s day! ahahahah! xD

oh yeah, we had an early mother’s day celebration and had lunch at Tajine’s. A morrocoan and labanese restaurant. wooot!

Sunday - Snake story

I was alone with my housemaid Kak Rose, at home. When I was using the computer right before the clock hit 8pm, I heard Kak Rose yelled from outside of the room, “Aisyah, there’s a snake in the house!”

“What? Where?” 

“Near the stairs!”

WTF the stairs are just right outside of my room where I was in! So I immediately jumped onto the table, together with my unprotective, useless “boyfriend”, iMac. (Yes, it’s “boyfriend” now, not boyfriend anymore). I was so scared, I didn’t even dare to close the ajar door.

and then I yelled, “Is it big?”

“No, it’s small, come over here!”

“No! should I call the fireman?”

“No, it’s small, I can handle it. I’m spraying it with aerosol spray”

“Don’t we have gunpowder?”

“we ran out of it. We used it last time the huge snake came in”

“Oh, is the aerosol spray working?”

“Not sure, the snake went in to the storeroom”

“are you sure we don’t have to call the fireman?”

*no answer*

“kak rose?”

*no answer*

*screams* “KAK ROSE! ARE YOU SURE WE DON’T HAVE TO CALL THE FIREMAN?!!!”

“no need! AISYAH! come here, watch the snake, I’m gonna get a hammer to kill this thing!”

*phew* I thought she got bitten or something. 

“I AM NOT GOING OUT OF THIS ROOM. IN FACT, I’M NOT GOING TO TOUCH THE FLOOR!”

“if we lose the snake, it’s gonna be a lot harder later on. you go find the hammer then”

“WHAAAAT! what if any of us got bitten?”

“hurry! We are out of aerosol!”

“HOW ABOUT IF WE CALL THE FIREMAN!!!!”

“do they charge us if we call the fireman?”

“no, they don’t charge us  -__________-”

“oh, then, up to you”

“er… uh.. okay”

So, I dialed 999.  I called, and they didn’t pick up. (WTH, yes) I called the second time, and there was an answer

999: 999, what’s the emergency?
Me: Er.. there’s a snake in the house.
999: Can you give me the address of your location?
Me: yada…yada..yada…
999: What’s your name?
Me: Aisyah
999: okay, Ms. Aisyah, please stay on the line, we’ll connect you to JPA department
Me: okay.

after waiting for about 1 minute which felt like forever

999: Okay, Ms. Aisyah we have connected you to JPA, please stay on the line.

At that time I was wondering whether emergency calls are free, and if it’s not, I was wondering whether they’d call me back if I ran out of credit.

JPA: JPA, what’s the emergency?
Me: Hi, I’ve got a snake in the house. hahaha. (yes, I laughed, and I don’t know why)
JPA: Who’s on the line?
Me: Aisyah
JPA: Do you know where the snake is? 
Me: Yes.It’s under the stairs.
JPA: Okay Ms. Aisyah, how big is the snake?
Me: Small.
JPA: Can you identify the color of the snake?
Me: Black
JPA: Okay, we’ll respond as soon as possible. 
Me: Okay, thanks. 

I asked Kak Rose where the snake was and went upstairs to get my sweater. Then when I came down, the snake looked pretty dizzy and its movement was retarded. haha. We watched the snake moving, keeping an eye on it. 13 minutes passed, the firemen still hasn’t come (Actually it’s not the fireman, but it’s something called JPA, according to 999, but I thought JPA is for something else). I figured they got lost, as always. I mean, everyone gets lost trying to find our house, which is actually super easy to find, thanks to the very very small road sign, and for it to be just beside the main road. 

The list of parties that had been lost to find my house:
1. Fireman
2. Ambulance
3. Pizza Hut (1 hour late, leaving us starving to death. We never ordered/been to pizza hut since. Pizza hut sucks. Dominos rules. uyeeeh!)

ANYWAYS,  the drunk snake was getting a bit more sober and was trying to find its way out beside the stairs, Kak Rose took a sweeper and held the snake’s head, and hit the snake repeatedly with a hammer until the snake’s head was crushed.

OMG KAK ROSE ROCKS!

Then, JPA conveniently called and asked for directions which I’ve kinda expected, and I cancelled,  I told them that kak Rose killed the snake, and again, I laughed. It’s possible that they thought I was playing a prank on them cause I was laughing. I know I can be weird sometimes, shut up. 

So, after I hung up, the snake came back to live and moved again, and I told Kak Rose to hit the snake until the head came off the body. She hit the snake’s head until it was split into two, and she hit each of the snake’s body. 

I had a hard time falling to sleep cause the image of the black snake kept replaying in my head. ugh. I deleted the pictures cause I don’t want to look at the snake again. ever.ugh.

Monday

Had an exam. Islamic Studies. Then,went out with my sister to Art Friend, The Gardens to get some art supplies. Spent RM91.15 there. yeay!

Tuesday

OMG It’s only Tuesday??? Feels like Thursday! T_T   

I woke up 6.45 to perform Subuh prayers. Then, went back to sleep.

Then, my dad woke me up at 8.30, I woke up, went to the TV room and watched tv.

I watched Restaurant Makeover and Ben10 and fell asleep at around 9.30 or so, and I didn’t even realized I fell asleep.

My mum woke me up at around 11.00 or so, and I went upstairs to my room.

I lay down on my bed, and went to sleep.

My mum screamed at me and I’ve finally woken up, and immediately had shower at around 1pm.

“AISYAHHHH! BANGUN! NAK JADI MANGGA KE??? LEBAR NANTI KANG ASYIK TIDOOO JE!”
(AISYAHHH! WAKE UP! DO YOU WANT TO LOOK LIKE MANGGO OR WHAT? LATER YOU BECOME FAT!)

hahahahah! my mum is sooo funny! xD Love her lots

HAHAHAHA. She is freaking awesome. I love this little hobbit. xD

*photo booth is an application for Mac for taking videos and pictures with iSight camera or any other webcams.

No, I’m joking. Read this post, please.

Wednesday is my first exam, Building Materials subject. 

If you know me, you probably have guessed that I haven’t even started STUDYING (read: studying, not revising).

And, I “conveniently” decided to clean up my super messy “studio”.

This, is half cleaned. Imagine the original mess. 

and my maid was just helping me out. She didn’t do the whole thing.

and yes, that’s an iron over there.

cordless iron, to be exact.

Things on the floor in the picture:

1. cordless iron
2. Inkjet printer
3. water bottle
4. extensions
5. SPOON
6. scissors
7. scrap papers
8. an orange sketchbook
9. scrap fabrics (the small blue fabric thingy. They are jeans, actually)
10. and some yellow scraps paper, or fabric, I’m not sure.

10 things,on a floor, in just one picture. One area. 

and below is my working table, also after it’s half cleared.

OMG! I can finally see the tabletop! Lookie, it’s wooooooooooood.      

Now, I present you, my computer table! (it’s actually the same table, but for different use. so, whatever)

ta-da!

Actually, there was a stack of books on the other end of the table, but I got rid of them.  :p  

I took out a lot of books from the racks and put them in 2 huge plastic bags to be recycled.

I also asked my maid not to simply mix my stuffs with junks.
(Yes, my studio also functions as a storeroom whenever things don’t just suit to be put elsewhere. and that pisses me off sometimes.)

anyways, as I gathered all my brushes to be put into a box along with about 5 palettes, acrylic paints, palette knife, and ice cream sticks, I realized that I actually do have a lot of brushes.

Sadly, none of them are clean. Except for one. 
That’s just because I’ve never used that one particular brush.

Then, I felt a sudden need to clean up my brushes. Since I used acrylic, the paint has to be removed with alcohol based solution.

Last time I cleaned up my brushes in the kitchen, I ended up spilling some thinner on my mum’s kitchen counter and, apparently, thinner affects marble finishings.

There was an ugly white stain (not a stain perhaps, the thinner damaged the surface, turning the green marble into white).

On the brighter side, I’ve learnt something. 
The downside is, my mum scolded me for it. 

So, after the painful experience of vandalizing my mum’s most loved furniture in the house, I thoughtfully brought the brushes out to be cleaned outside of the house using the garden hose.

The sun was blazing hot, I had to put on my sunglasses while washing the brushes. I was also hoping that passerby cars or neighbors would think that I’m a guy if they saw me doing it. I don’t know why, can’t explain.

After I was done, I poured the used, dirty thinner on the floor. and I was like, “SHIT!” The floor was marble! 

Then, I quickly washed away the thinner with water.

Luckily, the same thing didn’t occur. *phew*
Duhh! It’s made for the outdoor. Supposed to be more durable. -____-” 

About almost 2 hours later, my studio is finally cleaned.

This time, I’ve created a system.

1. No other things other than mine can be in the two shelves reserved for me.

2. My artworks are stored in boxes, and put behind the sofa. (I’ll think of something when  boxes get higher later on in the future).

3. I got rid of all of my magazines I’ve collected in my teenage years, and brought the empty chest down, to store scraps paper and materials. Those scraps are going to be useful to me when I’m working on projects later on, and keeping them in good condition will save lot of $$$. *ka-ching ka-ching*

4. Drafting table is to be remained folded whenever not used.

I suspect that the drafting table is not going to be used until next year cause there isn’t going to be any studio subject next semester. T_T  The table still looks a bit untidy cause I still needed to sketch, after I’ve cleaned up the room. (But I didn’t cause I was too tired).

5. There’s one shelf for me to store all my tools, and my tools only.

6. Another shelf is reserved for architectural books, reading materials related to study, and assignments that are not related to studio subjects.

7. There’s a basket hidden in one of the other 2 shelves that serves as a lost and found basket. (for stuffs that we don’t know where to place it).

8. To ensure the comfortability of my boyfriend (the biggest sexy thing u can see in the picture above), unrelated things must be never be placed on the table. 

….except for the rubik’s cubes, handphones, glasses, and… the half blind monster (Aida is the responsible for the blind eye T_T ).

My mum is NOT convinced at all that the system will work.

…. -_-

She believes, STRONGLY that, NO system will work for me. 

T_T

Things to-do this semester break:

1. redesign my blog
2. do a lot of sketches
3. sketches
4. sketches
5. and more sketches
6. learn silk screening
7. create a new independent branding
8. learn to make kick ass plushies
9. learn sewing
10. learn rubber-stamp making
11. make handmade journals
12. polish photography skills (Azima sayang, tolong please ;D )
13. organize 5 Science 1 class alumni with Syad and Syida
14. attend art events
15. attend art workshops whenever possible, if any
16. shop for artbooks.
17. start my shoe painting bussiness. 

OMG! So many things to do!!!!! I can’t wait! xD   

Oh yeah, you can email me now at aisyah90[at]gmail.com if you are interested in ordering the shoes.  I’ve already received 2 orders so far, and it’s based on first come first serve basis. Or, first pay first serve basis. huhu. Or, you could wait till the official branding is launched. It will be launched soon, at the end of May, hopefully.  :)

Now that my room is cleaned, I feel so fresh, and so in the mood to study. (yes, it’s also  because the panic attack is starting to kick in).

So yeah, this post is just a looooooong rambling about my day, and, my highly ambitious things to-do. Told you not read this post (did I?). Go get a life. Don’t be like me. Haha.

…

school.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, after almost 2 years of leaving school, I’m finally missing school.

September 25th, 2007 - Syad’s 17th Bday

Syida, Med, and I sneaked into her house at around 930p.m. just so that we could surprise her with a birthday cake. We are so sweet, aren’t we? ;p 

The above picture is very unclear, sorry. Other pictures from this night are so not available as to keep this blog as PG-13, as possible. haha.

More pictures after the jump.  

October 10th, 2007, Ramadhan - Breaking Fast

We went to a restaurant by the lake to break fast. These are shots taken during, and after the feast.Though, unfortunately, half of the class couldn’t come, because, they still have curfews. Or,  tuition classes. 

From left: Syida, Imran, Shlyn (back), Azima (back), Aisyah and Syad.
Imran the ladies man. hoho    

In the pictures: Syad, Me, Syafiq, Shlyn, Naque, Fahtz, Syida. 

Taken using phone camera. Left: Syad & me. Right: Azima, me and Shlyn.

November 26th, 2007 - The VERY Last Day of School *sob* 

awwwh, the girls. 

On the last day, we decided to sign names on each other’s uniforms. 

and apparently, Dee enjoyed signing her name on my ass. 

You can see how eager and focussed she looked. 

Moving on.

Outdoor pictures. 

Here are our ‘heroic’ pictures, to celebrate our victorious day of ending school.

I don’t know if it has anything to do with SPM. 

But I sure do know that we survived 11 years of school + 1-2 years kindergarten. No more uniforms! Uyeeeeh! 

On that night, we had a little farewell party. As always, half couldn’t come because they still had curfews. 

Yes, I pity them.

Dee, jangan marah. haha.

I think my head looks big in this picture. hahah. 

Good times. before…..

er…. 

In school, I was a nobody. Ok, maybe somebody. But not one of the ‘It’ girls for sure. Not that I give a damn anyway. 

I didn’t excel in my studies very much.

I didn’t fail my subjects either. (well, atleast in SPM).

It can be considered a miracle if I ever come early to class. Or show up in Chemistry classes. 

I slept in the class every fucking day in almost every subjects. Then, when I got home, I slept more. Evening, and night. Anything to keep me from studying.

At school, if I wasn’t sleeping, I’d draw some sketches at the back of the class. 

Once, I was caught doodling on my  canvas shoes during exam.

Other times, my friends and I would gather around, and joke, and we laughed so hard that our muscles ached like hell we could barely walk. 

Sometimes, despite being the senior in the school, we were still running around in class like primary school kids. 

Imran liked to fart in class. and in exams. Even during SPM English paper. He farted, and everyone in the exam hall could hear it. and some of us laughed and chuckled. hahaha. 

Other than that, we also gossiped in class. Although I was the one who’s usually left behind cause I didn’t really follow the gossips. 

Believe me or not, I’d never attended SMKS 7’s sports school day because I was representing school, and region in Long Jump and sprints, went to Mecca for Umrah, and represented school (or, was it region) in softball. 

So Elisa, (my biggest competitor in 100M sprint) was the happiest person when I couldn’t come to the school’s sports day.

Also, I couldn’t be supportive for the Red house as I was the vice president of the red house. 

*sigh*

sad sad sad. 

AH! I MISS SOFTBALL!  AND 100M SPRINT AND LONG JUMP!!!!  T_T 

I don’t know how many medals I’ve won, cause I’ve never really keep it.

Maybe it’s time to find all those medals, and put them in a nice place where I can see them everyday so that I can be sorry for myself now for being totally not athletic, fat and have no life. 

haha. ok, just kidding. 

Secondary school teenage years had it ups and downs. Going through all those weird phases, coping with studies, getting along with friends, the guys, dealing with bullies (or the other way around), trying to like the teachers (trust me, you do not want to know about my issues with retarded teachers), are all the challenges we face in school.

Oh yeah, not forgetting, sexual harassments too. 

Oh yes, those bitch fights too.  =’) 

But in the end, all of those tiny bits of misery, and laughter helped us  to grow up and stand where we are now.

hahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Since when I’m so positive about school?

Aisyah, you are soooo funny.

PS, yes, I know, not much pictures of me and the girls. Again, I’m keeping this blog PG-13. xD 

OH SHOOOT! I haven’t study for the exam. Ok, panic attack now.