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As a designer, I deal with the most subjective thing in the whole universe; ideas. Frequently, to have an idea is not the problem. As a human being, as long as we use our little brain… we will at least have a bit of an idea about any particular thing that we are concerned about… that is why "everyone is a critic"... When one dissatisfies with one thing, he tends to suggest a different way of doing it… or just simply criticizes and says that thing could be done better… and designers, do that most of the time… if you are a designer, any kind… be it architect, fashion designer, artist etc… you must find it hard not to criticize things around you… from the color of walls to the placement of serviettes in a restaurant table that you went to. Even though sometimes, you don’t actually spill out your thoughts but your brain is always talking. However, to realize an idea is a different story… that’s the reason why we hate criticism as much as we love to give it… the most common line t...

Bismillahi ArRahman ArRahim Hoho.. tulis blog lagi, bukan baru semalam sudah tuliskah? Kamu tak ada kerja lain kah kiambang? Sungguh, kerja aku banyak amat… sampai tak lalu nak buat… tapi ada seperkara meronta-ronta minta untuk dikongsi… semalam, tak mahu tulis… tentang ini.. lalu cadangkan supaya Mr Aris tulis.. lalu beliau pun menulis.. tiba-tiba gatal tangan nak tulis juga… Asriah…Asriah… Facebook Ya… Mahu bercerita tentang laman kegemaran ramai ini...itulah topiknya.. sebenarnya aku ini agak kolot juga… baru tahun lepas buat akaun.. itu pun pada asalnya tak mahu sekalipun melihat teman-teman ramai yg guna.. aku mula buat akaun fb ini krn groupmate aku yang sorang ini berhubunggan melalui fb. Jadi, nak bincang apa-apa senang….lalu aku pun buatlah satu akaun.. kalau aku cakap orangnya ini jewish.. mesti kalian di luar sana kata “haaa.. kau dah jatuh dalam perangkap yahudi…” hahaa.. tapi kalian yang tak disuruh sesiapa pun buat juga… bak kata Mr Aris “yang kata Fb proxy yahudi ...

Eyes on the screen and I feel like blogging. Today’s lecture was on Russian constructivist… and here I go trying to write my weekly assignment on the topic… and it ends up… Russian constructivists are those people who might like my duvet cover if they happen to see it. It is red in color… really strong red… with bubbles, no I mean circular patterns that scattered all over it… however, it is lacking of squares and strong lines.. But somehow, when I spread my duvet over my bed which is rectangular… I see those patterns framed by four strong lines… The circles are freely scattered but strictly bounded by the size of the bed… that reminds me of Stalin government of USSR…… but when I look at Saeng (my teddy) sitting at the corner of my bed… I think Stalin might not like him because he is cute but Stalin is not!  Ok, let’s not get carried away by my ‘OTC’… (Once, I had a beloved uncle who taught me about OTC… it’s an acute syndrome that affects your brain position within the sku...

ok.. orang raya buat ketupat... kami buat cupcakes.. sampai meletop mixer.. =.=".... anyway..it was a really exciting experience.. memetik kata-kata oya ... "cupcake is about having fun.... ".. dpt positive feedback.. ada orang nak order siap! hahaha... maybe.. just maybe.. we could do a business next time... hahaa.. thanks qilah krn ambil gambar dgn semangatnya!

dia bakal pergi.. meninggalkan jiwa-jiwa yang masih rindu... sebulan bertamu.. terpadamkah segala hitam semalam? atau  mungkinkah berlalunya sekadar pintasan masa? dalam ramai.. ada jiwa-jiwa yang suci.. sekalipun saat sua pertama itu hitam dan legam.. ada yang sudah suci saat sua pertamanya dan di penghujungnya semakin suci dan berseri.. dan ada juga jiwa-jiwa yang tiada beza... hitam awalnya.. hitam hujngnya, ah tercelalah jiwa-jiwa itu... lalu, di kalangan manakah aku? sungguh.. tiba-tiba bimbang itu datang.. bertandang di lewat malam terakhir ramadhan 1430.... juga tertanya.. apakah mungkin.. sesaat tadi adalah sujud terakhirku untuk terawih bagi usia ini... lewat 3 tahun ini... aku berpuasa di perantauan.. jauh dari enak harum masakan emak saat senja manapak tiba... tiada juga peluang berdirisama di sisinya berterawikh... tiada syahdu suara ayah mengejut bangun sahur bersama.. tiada gelak ketawa kakanda... anak-anak.. jua saudara mara.. semua jauh.. di tanah air... dan insha...

tonight, I listened to a tazkirah about 'love'... about how easy we say 'I love you'.. but always fail to prove it... the speaker talks about loving Allah and Rasul.. It reminds me of the 'I love Allah' group on facebook that many people have become fans.. but, is that it? how truthful are we to our words? How do we prove our love towards Allah and Rasul? or do we join the 'I love Allah' group one day and 'I love my boyfriend' group the day after? Really wish I could write up the whole tazkirah here.. but I'm not perfectly poised of myself at the moment... just a question for everyone including myself to ponder upon.. "How do you prove your love to Him?"

Kita mengharap yang terbaik. kita mahu yang terbaik... dalam hidup.. dalam mati.. kita mahu yang terbaik... tp selalunya yang terbaik itu kita tidak tahu.. sehinggalah terbuktinya akan sesuatu...kerana itu kita perlu kembali pada alquran.. pd sirah nabi junjungan dan sahabat teladan... pd kisah generasi salaf juga zaman kegemilangn.. "if we are not affected by history, what are we affected by?" Daniel Libeskind (Arkitek Yahudi yg mereka Jewish Museum of Berlin... kita perlukan arkitek Islam sebegini.. yang mampu merasuk fikiran manusia melalui rekaan bangunan.. yang mampu membuat manusia terkesan dengan sejarah.. lantas bertindak atas kesan penghayatan sejarah... tetapi yang tidak gila nama selepas menjadi ternama) Sungguh hidup ini berlandaskan kalam tuhan dan sunnah rasul. ibadat biar ada sandaran contoh pegangan.. jgn dicipta reka sesuka rasa.. sia-sia seperkara.. dosa lagi tambah pula... Amal seharian pula biarlah bersederhana.. namun jgn ditegah manusia jika tiada la...

 Astaghfirulallah al'azim... ..well.. I guess that's how I should begin my post from now on.. I find myself ranting on unnecessary stuff lately... and I hate the fact that I'm doing that in this precious month.. what's up with u kiambang? Crit. After four consequetive days of pretentiously working hard.. I'm feeling extremely exhausted, not that I'm sleepy.. well, I did get enough sleep last night.. which was quite unusual for a night prior to crit... but my brain currently shuts down...  another crit is coming tomorrow... heaps of work to get done... =.= Ramadhan. Half has gone.. hopefully not wasted. This very heart is in dire need of consolidation.. this is it..my opportunity.. really hope that I could get enough of it in this very month... Yusuf. I listen to the tafseer again and again... well, don't misunderstood me... All surahs are surely comforting and important.. but since I don't have that many tafseers dowloaded... and internet is ...

Salam everyone... InshaAllah.. this post won't be an essay.. heee I just love to share my new discovery about 'Banksy' ... an artist.. well, he was originally a street artist...who remains anonymous despite of his fame! Having a profound interest in art and architecture as a medium of revolution, I keep searching and looking for inspiration or precedent.. just to convince myself that this big super secret  futuristic plan in my head has a hope.. As far as my aesthetic sensibility is concerned.. Banksy approaches are really radical and provocative... and he really knows stuff.. I personally find his arts are really punchy! Note: I don't 100%ly agree with his manifesto.. and I haven't thoroughly studied his arts.. good or bad, look at your own risk :D

Things started to get a lil'bit creepy around here.. wuuuuuuu...

Hati ini sedang rawan.. Oh.. ini bulan mulia.. janganlah kau begini duhai hati... jangan dirasuk keluh kesah.. berlapang dadalah.. berlapang dadalah... Yakinlah semua ini tidak lama.. biarlah segalanya demi penciptanya... Pada senyum yang tidak hadir... bersangka baiklah... Pada soal yang tiada jawab... lupakanlah... Pada herdik yang manghiris... maafkanlah.... Pada jeling yang menghina... tunduklah... Pada ketawa yang kau dilupakan... bersyukurlah... Pada tangis yang kau dirahsiakan.. berdoalah... Pada masa depan yang kau dipadamkan... senyumlah... Mungkin... Kau juga begitu.. kau juga pasti pernah menyakiti... maka saat ini.. rasalah erti disakiti.. Moga kau mengerti.... bermuhasabahlah.. moga kau diampuni..duhai hati... duhai diri yang memiliki hati... Jangan... Jangan duhai hati.. jangan sesekali mendambakan penghargaan manusia... kelak amal mu sia-sia... ikhlaskanlah.. hanya kerna Dia.. kerna Allah... Mungkin.. Ini peluang menyuci diri.. jangan kau bermuram duha...

Softly you called to me Across the space between Across eternity Where love winds a path unseen Out of the wilderness You beckoned my every step I stumbled sometimes and yet I never once looked back ‘Cos I would see The man I know I used to be How I was lost before you reached for me No I don’t know Where I would go What I would do Without You Without You Without You Like a heart between beats I would feel nothing you see If you took your love from me I don’t know what more would life mean? I’d use my final breath To call out your name and let That breath upon the breeze Rise like a kiss to thee So you might see Just what your love has meant to me And what the cost of losing you would be No I don’t know Where I would go What I would do Without You Without You Without You ‘Cos I would see The man I know I used to be How I was lost before you reached for me No I don’t know Where I would go What I would do Without You Without You Without You