How to annoy your sibling

The objective:
To annoy/harass younger sibling

The Tools:
Door and loved furry animal

Safety Precaution(s):
Keep the door LOCKED at all times until you wish the madness to end.

Make sure the cat is close enough to touch from the small gap at the bottom of the door. Space at the bottom of the door must only allow fingers to go through for ample Kitty safety. Sibling would result in saying a bunch of stuff to make you open the door. Believe NONE.

"Come on... open the door... I won't take the cat, I promise!!! Please, please, please... PLEASE LAH..."

Kitty will undeniably move away from annoying hands and stare at you.

"Human, why are you doing this to me? I'm hungry..."

When you finally decide to open the door because you have better things to do, Sibling would attack poor furry animal with much fury. Cat will stare at you somemore.

"Whosascutewiddleanimal... Youracutewiddleanimal!!!"

And It's all YOUR fault. AHAHAHAHA!!!

Let's defame the government.

Here's a bunch more 2 cents worth of thought:

-Get rid of CRONYISM. We don't really need monkeys scratching the asses of PMs so that they can get some free money. this is directed to the MEMBERS OF PARLIAMENT. YOU ALL MAKE ME SICK!

-Get rid of Samy Velu. He's litterally on valium if he thinks that Malaysians can take more of his bullshit. I suggest that the tolls in his bloodvessels cease to work so he can retire... and i dont mean GRACEFULLY.

-Kick lazy Bumis in the arse, especially the ones in PENANG who asked for housing in PRIME AREAS cos they couldn't afford it... OH BOO-FUCKIN-HOO! There's a bloody good reason for it to be called PRIME LAND you fucktards! THIS MEANS YOU ACCUMULATE WEALTH WITH YOUR OWN SWEAT AND BLOOD AND THEN BUY IT! We don't need low cost housing for pathetic miscreants who cannot support themselves in a Prime location.

- Castrate all the facist muslim leaders so that they may never procreate and breed for fear off more facism infecting the world. I don't fucking care if there's a debate on following sunnis or shiites or whatever. I'm a fucking muslim, I believe in the ONE GOD and that's all there is to it.

-Reformat our government because, clearly, there is no seperation of powers whatsoever. Dicey's Laws have so fare been disobeyed and NOTHING is done about it. We don't need the Senate when the Senate is picking shit out of they're own ass. We don't need the House of Commons when they're busy watching their backs from being sacked and whatnot. WHAT WE NEED ARE TRUE REPRESENTATIVES OF OUR OWN PEOPLE.

-We need to kill the cencorship board too. What? Do they think Malaysians are so innocent we'd not hear swear words being thrown around on the streets? Do they think Malaysians are so innocent as to not know the facts of life in sex? Do they not know that everyone woman has tits?
I conclude this ranting with a simple note of reverance to anyone who thinks people should think for themselves. Bumi's should get off their fat ass and start doing work. I'm a Bumi and I'm pissed off with my own kind.

Disclaimer: This happens everywhere else as well. I love Malaysia. I just REALLY LOATHE AND DESPISE THE PEOPLE RUNNING IT.

And Singapore is no better. They've pretty much turned the Prime Ministerial ROle into that of a Monarch. To be given to the oldest son.

Reminder: I'm a Bumi AS WELL AS A Muslim living in Malaysia.

Happy X'mas!

You know what I find funny? The fact that most Muslims in Malaysia (and it may be rampant in other countries as well) turns a deaf ear and a blind eye to Christmas.

What is Christmas?
It is the celebration of the birth of Jesus. Notwithstanding we get presents, sing like angles, have Christmas dinners and dress up Christmas trees.

As of right, Islam actually acknowledges the existance of the other prophets (even for the Jews, Christians, etc...) which brings to a point that, true enough, Jesus IS one of the Prophets of God. Therefore, this should mean we should also rejoice the birth of baby Jesus simply as to acknowledge his existance... Otherwise aren't we going against out beliefs of God's Prophets?

See what little but thoughtful my understanding of things that I have. The only reason why, in Malaysia, people are not allowed, scared, or dissuaded to go into other houses of worship or to celebrate other religious fairs is because the people who sit in the government do not want to acknowledge anyone else. I think it's because Malays (and I am one) are so content with whatever the Malaysian government is spoonfeeding us that we cannot even rely on our own reasoning to see what's wrong with anything, because we are so stuck in our ways that we cannot move forward, because we are such facists that we rarely see beyond our asses and finally because we are so incompetent of the world outside that is moving faster than even we can comprehend.

I find that the faster we grasp the true meaning of being MALAYSIAN (and I don't mean 24 hour eating) the faster we stop having an infiority compex and try to incarcerate anyone with a decent enough mind to think with. Malaysia should reverbrate with unity, understanding and acceptence and not bigotry, corruption and facism.

Its amazing how many things you think of when shampooing your hair.
Merry Christmas everyone! Don't have too much eggnog cos we still have New Years' Eve Parties to attend!

Love, Sha.

say whaaaaaat?!

Ladies and gents, I don't know who wakes up at 4am to catch a movie in KLCC at 5am but if it's listed then apparently someone does.

I sure as hell wouldn't want to for as it is, I'm too busy snoring.

FYI: Go join Facebook. It's most exciting.

oh your depictions of horror

Mo, i scrimmaged through your blog again... (with your incessant lack of tagboards) I must say... you are truly profound and my god you're not gonna blink and realise you're 39 woman so stop halucinating.

shocking...

Yesterday... all my toubles seem to far away... and etc...

Yang semestinya,
Bumped into Jibbers at RSGC of all places. And get this: He is second cousins with my fellow Law student, Faisal, who Ezzy is undoubtedly (but trying too get over it) fixated with.

Note: Must get Jibbers to join for a new years' eve sheysha session.

Lagi-lagi,
RSGC Teen Party needs a theme next year. Moral of the story: Put me in the comm and you get a smashing good time. Put some MORE thought into it.
Thinking again... I would cease to be a teen. I'll be twenty...
*cries*
The beginning of the adult-like years. I must retain my moronicism.

My pig, Baz, gila syok main guitar. I condone his behavious even if he did warp my santa hat with that big head of his.
*smirks*

No gambars from the Party. No Gambar with the Jibbers. My Camera temporarily out of order.
"Camera temporarily stoned"

I'm composing a song called 'Tea with Lemon/Honey'.
I'm not that great but bear with me laa...

AAAAAAAAAAAAnd... I have a mini flu of a sorts.

Miss my Bear and Mr. Smile Lines.
Miss my Neenatoots.
They will not be returning to the tanah air for holidays. Rindu to the TAHAP MAKSIMA!

Happy Birthday to DD! I HEART you. But you already know that don't you sweetie??

-Sha-

ohmagawd!

OMG! MY RING FINGER ON THE RIGHT HAND IS POSSESSED!
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Add on: Backdated pictures

There seems to be a backlog of photos... So I think I'll just post a few... not in chronological order and captionise it for reference. Hehehehe...

Self Explanatory.

I now know how Thais create names for their foodstuffs... if its a shit filter... name it a shit filter. If its something your kids hate... name it after the expression you shriek if we force you to do something you dont want to.

Me and Mich at Delicious

Adrian's "special" socks for formal days

Dyl, Sara and I. And in my mouth is my own candycane pacifier.

Whatthemelon versions of Ms. Vijaya, Ms. Kay Mi, Mr. Mark Goh and Mr. Kitson

Ms. Kay Mi: Oh my lord... I have a ribbon on my whatthemelon head...

Ms. Viji: I... *sob* I don't know what to say... *snorts*

Mr. Mark: Smile laaa... Waa... I'm so round ah?

We vent on Kay Mi's melon head... death to her evil time tests...

Mr. Kitson: I will show you people GBH (grevious bodily harm)... WAH-CHAA!!!

Me, my pacifier and huge melons. HAHAHAHAH!!!

We know my Dancing Monkey (Adrian) LOVES his lecturers...

This 500 different levels of wrong...

My overdue pictures of CandyCaine and the amp.


Taken from a very talented comic artist: Starline X Hodge
And Jessca... I'm not poking fun at you... I swear to god!
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I guess thats all I could dish up so far...
Next batch of pichas will be from the December birthday gathering at Bukit Bintang.
Sha 's her El Juans to teensy Little bits.

Changes

I sit here feeling a teensy but smug.

Macam tu laa when you stuff into your pets face that you have an electric and he doesn't.
*smirks*

Just got Incubus's new album Light Grenades yesterday.
It's a lot less bouncy and alot more meaningful compared to the last 3.
It's their SOP to change it up every so often.
I think it's brilliant.
Songs to look up into is Dig and Anna Molly (pronounced anomaly).
Chun gila.

I can play the first riff and still figuring out the second riff for Anna Molly.

I HEART Mike Einziger. His riffs are good... and his poofy hair is cute too...
But these people don't exist in the real world do they.

*slaps self back into the real world*

Here I am thinking about the thought provoking meaning of life, which isn't 42 by the way. It's something to learn when you pick up good quotes from a song and you live by it like you read it out of the holy books. It's real life biting you in the ass if you start sputtering streams of teary eyed poetry from the deepest parts of your soul. It's amazing that as you do you feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Cold sweat and shivers. The things you usually put a stop to before it enflames and engulfs you in the sheer mass of possibility amountable only if you had put your best foot forward instead of being so half-assed.

Zen brain farts attack you in the waking hours of the night or before you close your eyes to sleep. Brain farts that make the world of sense to you at that time but you forget as soon as you wake up the next day with the sun on your face. You never wanted to be in any position that may remotely be severing your hopes of true living but it happens to the best of us. It happens to the worst of us. It happens to us. It's perfectly fine to drift around in your wellbeing but know that every good thing comes to an end.

-Sha-

Sidenote: Today was ever so interesting. I shall write about it tomorrow before I go to Planet Hollywood since I haven't yet got the pictures from michelle.

Deus Ex Machina

My new baby, the IBANEZ SAS32FM-TL, needs a name. It's navy blue (almost black) and has mother of pearl inlays. I'm so happy and i lovelovelove my grandfather for spending on me...

The amp is an Ibanez too.

HEY RAI!!! Have fun spending x'mas in Russia... kita di sini filled up with rindu tau!


I did the Negaraku (M'sia's national anthem) in crunch and you have nooooo idea how bleeding cool it sounds...
*smirks*

Off to play more stuff! Bye~!

Dah Habis?

It's 15 minutes to 1 in the am. I had a cup of mocha which jennifer made that had a very debatable taste. She workd in Alexis by the way. Nice to see the face of an old friend.
*smiles*

So like this lah, dah drink the coffee and now I can't sleep. kind of stupid cos I drank it so I could stay awake into the wee hours of the morning to do my Criminal Law Assignment. I finished it at around 12-ish. Not so wee in the morning hours so I'm feeling quite redundant.

Coffee makes me annoying. Really.

Sid's band's demo cd just arrived on monday and he's so happy. It's good stuff. How amazing it is when you put your mind up to something you really want to do... I'm proud of him. His band is called Bleak Investment.

They have a myspace profile...
myspace.com/bleakinvestment
Go and check em out.

Sidenote: I know you think that Bleak is trully what it is... It's not. Don't be a shit.



FYI: This isn't a video... It's just a song... hahahah!!!

SHIT DUDE...

This is Baz.
He is my pig.
Oink, Baz... Oink.

This is his picture,
His picture is great,
I guess...

He is not gay.
He just looks it...
Cos his picture is great?

Baz... you know I heart you kan?
I also heart Larry.
And I know you're like damn bangang hearing about it too...
*smirks* 
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Add on: Gembiraness

I am so blardy GEMBIRA.
But I have to go back to reading Law Commission bleeding Reports and the Justice's Response.
Damn assignments are a frecking kill-joy sial...
But the above picture is the reason why I'm so happy for the moment.
Sin, you Dipwad... BE HAPPY FOR ME!!!
And Phil... I know you're just trying to 'help'...
HAHAHAHA!!!

Don't you think it's funny how some people's friends become those people's friend's better friends?
Don't worry... In a few weeks this post will be completely confusing to me too.
*smirks*

And the guy who Baz told me to see at Bentleys for some help is gila babi hot. His name is Larry. Sabahan guy. Sungguh hot... and get this, he's 22!
If you tak caya... go to Bentleys and ask for Larry.

laters!

sponsor comm!!!

Radies and Gentermannn...

If you are outspoken, sociable, business minded and knows how to work in a team without completely neglecting your uni assignments here is a job for YOU!

Sponsorship Committee members needed.

Please email me (Aishah Roose) at hantuayer@hotmail.com

It helps indefinitely if you have viable contacts.

I need a:
Secretary to do minutes and write letters
Possibly a treasurer of some sort to keep track of every check we get to cash in
and MOST IMPORTANTLY people to run around with me meeting potential sponsors.

For those who don't want to join but may have a list of potential sponsors that I should look at, please don't be scared. Tell me!

I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
Sha.

P/S: If we get this thing running, your beautiful posts will be on your, now, very flattering CV. And you will have contacts for future reference.

A Life of a Child

This is for Ezzy and her lost niece.
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A LIFE OF A CHILD

Rain drops on her head,
Sun shone on her face,
Swimming though the woumb,
She'll never touch the surface.

So long the wait of eternity,
Never to feel another human being,
The unjust, the unfair,
It's not without continuity.

The passing, the death,
The heavenly assent,
She will not be forgotten,
Never the first child's breath.
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You'll have to get the story off of her. It's not my place to speak of it.
Condolences to the family.