Hi, my name is Aisyah Rozi. This is my personal blog where I share my life experience, thoughts, ideas and occasionally, my projects. Recently, however, I share a lot about being a young mother. I'm also a YouTuber, so do checkout my channel! <3
Sep 19 2012

A glimpse into my childhood

I was reading  Noktahhitam’s old post about his childhood (yeah call me a stalker for going through his old posts =p). I don’t remember if I ever responded to the tag, (I deleted my blog over a year ago) . Hahah. My mistake, but I don’t regret it. Anyway, I would consider myself some pretty easy kid in a sense that I was pretty independent. Although, I was a bit naughty when I was little. My mum said I liked to bite people. Even strangers.

I remember once, I was playing with this guy (I think he’s my first or second cousin or some), he’s probably a few years older than me. My mum said I was 3 or 4 at that time, I can’t remember. I remember biting his nipple (LOL!). He seemed stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening to him. After a few seconds tears were coming out of his eyes and he started crying, and then only I released his nipple. HAHAHAHA OMG, come to think of it, I was EVIL!

Funny thing, during my engagement ceremony, my mum introduced him to me, and said, “Ini la yang awak gigit dulu tu”. Yes, public humiliation right there.

I was also a sneaky little brat when I was small. I used to sneak out and wandered around the housing area on my own. Sometimes I played by the ditch. I remembered enjoying all those adventure on my own like I was being all independant. Sometimes I enjoyed watching the older boys playing sepak takraw and I wished they would let me play because I thought I was a boy too. HAHA.

Whatever it is, I was always home by Maghrib. My mum said at that time I was as young as 3 years old!  The neighbours kept scolding my mum for allowing that but she said she couldn’t do anything about it because I had my ways to sneak out behind her! Apparently I continued doing that until I was in my teenage years hahaha.  But, if I imagine my children doing that, DAMN, I’ll be so freaked out! Can you imagine a 3-year-old wandering on the streets alone? I don’t know how the hell am I even alive right now. O.o

Oh, I miss my mum. She can be a pain sometimes, but not anywhere near the pain I’ve given her all my life. She’s the most supportive person I know in my whole entire life. Thank you umi for being an awesome mum. Umi, no matter how old I am now, I will always be your sweet little girl. <3

Aug 20 2012

Selamat Hari Raya!!

So, this year’s raya. Where do I begin?

Firstly, it’s my first Eid without my family, ever. Kinda pathetic to finally being independent at 21. I mean, 22. (Syhh)

Secondly, it’s also my first Eid as a married woman. and my husband is not here.

Anyway, I’ve decided to ditch my assignments to celebrate Raya so that I won’t hate myself later by being so pathetic when I log in to social sites and see all these people celebrating raya with their family, in their fancy baju raya eating fancy raya dishes. *insert envious face here*

On the eave of Eidulfitri, only Farah and I was at home. So we started cooking lamb rendang, popiah, onde-onde, cupcakes and.. nasi ketupat. Farah had her boyfriend over to come help us with it. We had some good time cooking while listening to Eid songs and takbir (which we never intentionally do in Malaysia) and seeing all these posts about raya do helped me feel the all these raya vibes. 

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Aug 14 2012

what is this 114A bull?

I never really had the faith in Malaysian justice system. I mean, pedophile rapist get away with crime just because he’s a national sportsman, and the guy who committed a small crime such as not wearing a helmet paid eavier punishment than the person who was involved in multi-million bribery. Really? Well, I thought I still have hope and would like to contribute to my country someday.

.. Until I found out about the recent amendment to 114A. Though I’m not sure if it’s already official since I couldn’t find that information (somebody please help me out?). [Edit: This amendment is already passed by the parliament.]

(source: Malaysiakini)

In a nutshell, this amendment is saying that any publication is under the responsibility of the shown name, whereby the publisher, co-publisher, or simply the people sharing the publication, including, the blog/website owner, and wifi/internet provider is hold accountable for the publication. Basically, anybody that is involved directly or not can be prosecuted.

For example, a blog owner may be charged for a comment left on his blog by another person. Or even the owner of a facebook profile with nasty friends. So, basically, you may be the next person going in and out of the court, and possibly doing jail time just because you did not think twice about posting your opinion. Seriously, this system is soooo messed up.

Yeap, you guessed it, now my hope for a better Malaysia just went down the drain.

Wait, actually, that happened when 1Malaysia logo started popping up all around Malaysia and they burned my eyes to the ground. We’re so f*cked, people! haha T_T

 

p.s, I have a theory, you’d have to have no brains to be part of the decision makers in our government. Smart people, well, they’re too smart stay away from all this bullshit.

p.p.s, Now, let us all share something, initiate something and see if they can bring us ALL down. LOL!

p.p.p.s, Wait, will I get charged or sued for posting the statement above?

Aug 14 2012

Currently: Tues, at 0932 hrs

1. Studio work on butter paper with torn edges for a rough effect to ooze the aura of creativity. (yeah right! haha)

2. Last night’s coffee as decoration.

3. Laptop with sketchup on screen, to keep myself from tweeting.

4. Timetable, to avoid unpleasant surprises of suddenly remembering a class to attend.

5. All submissions & dues this semester compiled, to keep reality in check (hopefully).

6. Thermometer, to hmm… monitor temperature.

 

Ok, so that’s my life here. Confirm raya pun macam ni because I have bloody submissions! *sigh* Oh well what to do bro

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