Friday, December 31, 2010

The Sermoner

Friday.

There he is, approaching 40 and preaching about what's in his name. Time.
We are all bounded by the most magical matter of all. Time.
It's the witness of faults and truths, the evidence that proves. Time.
It changes you, changes me, changes us. Time.



Time. it's magical, mysterious and sacred, controlled only by the Greatest Power.
Allah S.W.T.


no matter what year or age. all that I want is to be a better person. Ameen.

and I thank Allah for having someone I can always look up to.

Happy Birthday brother. (though I know, not so much of your thing wishing birthday and all..hee)

This post is as good as deleted.

If Claudia Ghandi ended up having a garden which she could walk on forever, which in reality she never does since she'd be dead before 'forever'... I prolly already have my own several botanical gardens that supply all sorts of flowers all over the world which is abundantly profiting by it's continuous production all year round. I could be so rich that my wealth would be a great privilege to my great great great grandson, if it'd somehow properly managed by his father who'd potentially turn out to be the son of my son's son. 

Sadly, regardless whoever crosses my mind or frankly speaking 'I think about'... my brain doesn't seem to produce any flower, neither that my mum's orchids seem to bloom. all that I got is some sort of mutated brain cells which I can't quite figure out what sort of mutant they are since I didn't do biology when I was in high school. Anyway, I did like Cyclops in X-men albeit, Wolverine is still the coolest of the bunch, but if I were to be involved in a fight, I rather stay at the corner and fire up some lasers using my eyes than getting my nails dirty. oh ya, now that I've mentioned, could it be Cyclops amongst the audience? oh, that's completely off topic.

who the heck is Claudia Ghandi anyway? was it, Ghandi? Grandi? Gundy? Did Mahatma Gandhi have a daughter?


*uh, pish posh.* I should shake off the habit of googling random quotes to kill my boredom. 


apparently, I do sound a bit disturbed, ain't I? Heh, this is the downside of locking up yourself in a room all day long, not speaking to people much and only have the company of books.


somehow, I thank God that I'm not Boo Radley in To Kill a Mockingbird. 


or maybe I'm better off as Storm in X-men, I can control the weather and ride the wind to wherever I wanna go. It's as good as teleporting you know. plus, having all white hair is kinda cool oso meh? ahhaaha.


Heh, I do wish I can teleport somehow. Still, I don't want my body to be disintegrated into some invisible particles though only in millisecond minute just to be formed at some other places. 


I better stop before I blurt out more nonsense. oh! by the way, what's your new year resolution? I still don't have any. -.-'

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Kapal Terbang, terbang rendah!

Sebuah kapal terbang baru saja melewati langit pagi yang tenang di perkampungan Mengkuang. Terbangnya teramatlah rendah, boleh kata lebih kurang 40 meter dari paras bumi. Menurut si Talhah yang obses dengan kapal terbang semenjak kecilnya (skrg bawa lari kamera aku menunggu jika kapal terbang itu lintas lagi), jenis kapal terbang tersebut ialah F/A-18 Hornet. tak tahulah boleh percaya atau tak budak tu. Malaysia dahla ada 8 buah saja jet tu, apa benda dia nak buat dekat sini.... oh, tapi berdekatan Teluk Air Tawar memang ada lapangan latihan tentera udara. 

F/A 18Ds Hornet


Teringat, kecil-kecil dulu selalu la jugak perasan kapal terbang terbang rendah, berlatih agaknya... tapi rendah sungguh terbangnya tadi... bak kata Dihyah 'bihsiinnnggg'. Getus hatiku pula "patut saman ja depa ni, mengganggu ketenteraman awam sungguh, terkejut kot tadi. Kalau ada baby tengah lena, mesti jaga"

Namun, sejenak, ditamu pulak sekelumit rasa ngeri di sudut hati. Terbayang mereka di negara terancam perang dan keganasan. Kapal terbang yang melewati bukan sekadar lintasan latihan juruterbang muda, tetapi membawa bersama bahan bom dan letupan, pabila dilepaskan meragut nyawa dan keindahan. Mungkin nyawa yang hilang, atau mungkin yang tersayang dijemput pulang.

Bagaimana agaknya, hidup saban hari dalam gelisah kekhuatiran tentang apa yang bakal melewati langit membawa bencana, dan apa yang bakal melata di bumi membawa binasa. 

Pagi ini juga cuba membelek link-link yg ditweet berkaitan Palestine... baru bberapa link sudah kelesuan.. Isu yang seolah tidak berkesudahan, sebenarnya membuat aku terfikir akan ketabahan, teringat suatu perjumpaan yg pernah diikuti dengan Socialist Alternative semasa di Melbourne.. tentang seorang pakcik dari Palestine yg menyatakan betapa rasa harap itu terkadangnya dilupakan. bukan tidak percaya pada janji tuhan... sungguh kelak akan tiba masanya Palestine jatuh kembali ke tangan kita, tetapi menurut pakcik itu, beliau sekadar merehatkan harapnya... kerana terlalu lama sudah... terlalu lama. Tuhan, kentalnya jiwa mereka...

Sungguh, dan manusia itu hidup dengan rasa harap. pada Tuhanya, untuk masa depanya. terkadang bila apa yg cita lambat tiba, hati seolah berkata... mungkin sama sekali bukan milik kita. Namun masa depan itu kerja tuhan... Jika sudah rezeki, apa yang dinanti... insyaAllah akan termiliki. jika terlalu letih, rehatkanlah harap itu dengan rasa percaya. ;)

'menghitung hariiiii...detik demi detik...' 




p/s: budak Talhah tu kata, boleh jadi F15-eagle. macam logik sikitla kalau yang tu. ka dak?  wo hen bu zhi dao le!

F15- Eagle


Wednesday, December 22, 2010

I wear size 14!



It's a part of our fitrah that we are drawn to beautiful objects/sights. in fact, Allah is beautiful and He loves beauty.

It's a part of being women, that we want to be pretty, wear fashionable clothes, have healthy skin, put on pretty make ups and have a great body.

I'm not so much into high-ends fashion and stuff, do mix and match all the times rather than trying to keep up with the trend, pretty ignorant sometimes... but I believe I have sound judgement when it comes to physical appearance, that includes, what-you-wear... I refuse to say 'fashion' as I said, I'm rather ignorant.

I always feel like it's an honor when people ask for my opinion about what they are wearing. Almost every member in the family does that once in while. I also give out opinion even when they don't ask, and they always welcome my views with open arms which makes me feel so happy and appreciated.

I may not be that stylish or fashionable myself, but I always try my best not to appear so out of place. On that note, I would like to share one thing that I ALWAYS remember.... a Malay proverb that says;

'Ukur baju di badan sendiri'

Sekian, Terima Kasih

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Come Find Me! Mermaid Prince


Just got back from Teluk Bahang, left my shoe there, hoping a mermaid prince will find it, pick it up and come to find me. It would be nice to live underwater as a mermaid. ho yeah, I still believe in fairy tale.




boo hooo... kidding. not that stupid yo. haha.




I believe we are responsible for our own happiness as much as I believe Cinderella purposely left her glass shoe. Things don't work the same for everyone though. 





What about, have a little faith and follow your heart?





and always, always.... always remember, Allah knows best. =)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Friday, December 3, 2010

Miskin Melarat

Kadang-kadang bila tgk cerita org miskin, ala-ala bersama mu… kesian pun ada, menyampah pun ada. Bukan nak belagak, saya bukan org kaya, budak kampong hidup sederhana, skrg hidup pun mengharapkan org tua… belum ada kerjaya yang sempurna. Cuma terlalu byk juga cerita yg kedengaran dan reality yang kelihatan membuka mata dan minda.

Malang.
Sesetengah manusia diuji dgn kemiskinan. Rumah buruk. Duit tak ada. Tapi yg aku peliknya, kadangnya miskin, lepas itu tak ada pekerjaan. Ok. Tak kerja langsung. Duduk nganga mengharap ehsan manusia, anak-anak tak mampu disekolahkan. Ada yang kelahiran tak mampu didaftarkan. Kalau dah tak ada kelulusan utk kerja kerajaan, usahalah kearah lain. Duduknya di kampong, ambillah upah cuci rumah ka, tak pun tanamlah sayur, belalah ayam ka… buat lah kuih jual. Jgn la duduk goyang kaki buat muka sedih dekat pintu saja. Masalahnya diaorg ni bukan cacat atau kurang upaya. Kaki tangan sempurna. Haish, tak faham.

Kotor.
Ada suatu kawasan ni di negeri utara tanah air dihuni oleh org miskin. Rumah-rumah mereka teruk amat… lalu kerajaan negeri pun buatlah rumah utk mereka, bagi free punya. Memanglah tak hebat, tapi jadilah teres setingkat. Setahun setelah kawasan itu dihuni, kawasan rumah ehsan itu menjadi teramatlah kotor dan busuk. Dahla rumah org bagi percuma, bawa-bawa la jaga kebersihan. Lepas tu timbul la isu, miskin terbiar, ramai sakit tak mampu berubat. Dahla miskin, pengotor pulak tu. Sikap tu tak boleh nak ubah, nak jaga kebersihan pun malas… sebab tu la miskin.

Ayam.
Satu keluarga ni miskin, selain daripada bantuan kewangan, kerajaan bagi la anak ayam utk dipelihara dan dijual. Telur pun boleh jual. Setelah ayam-ayam itu membesar, dtg lagi minta bantuan… habis ayam dijual, datang lagi..datang lagi dan datang lagi… bukannya nak bela elok-elok, sebahagian telur tu dieram, kemudian jadi ayam… maksudnya pandai-pandai la putar modal. Tak faham sungguh. Kena duk suap selalu tu pasaipa? Sampai bila pun tak maju.

Tak Malu.
Pantang ada siapa-siapa baik hati… buka kaunter pertolongan… setiap bulan datang minta wang tuk bayar bil letrik, telepon dan sebagainya. Setiap bulan okay…. Bertahun-tahun lamanya.. yang minta bantuan untuk meniaga tu takpala… ni yang minta ehsan nak bayar bil la sebagainya... Tak malu ka tiap-tiap bulan mai minta bantuan?

Keutamaan.
Tahu tak, ada setengah rumah… miskin papa… rumah nak roboh…. Tapi masuk masuk dalam rumah tgk, tv besar-besar. Dapat wang, bukan nak dibelanjakan kearah yang membina… beli tv, beli vcd player, beli speaker besar-besar..pakai telefon canggih-canggih…  Tak fahammmm… tak faham… anak sekolah buku tak ckup... 

Saya bukan nak mengata orang miskin susah. Kalau dah usaha, dah buat apa yg patut… masih susah, ujian Allah… saya simpati dan saya kasihan…  tapi ini tentang mereka, yang miskin tak sedar diri… dan kebanyakan mereka melayu… tak ada usaha nak tingkatkan taraf hidup… orang usaha bagi bantuan dan sebangainya, kalau mereka tetap takda usaha sendiri.. masalah kemiskinan orang kita sampai bila pun tak sudah… lepastu kita bising la, orang cina dapat subsidi, depa maju kita tak… kadang benda ni bukan takat dapat bantuan ja, apa yg jadi dgn bantuan yg diterima tu kena soal jugak.. agak-agak la org nak bantu pun… faeza herba poni (mcmana eja?) pun larat nak sponsor beras seumur hidup hampa… bawak-bawak la usaha… jgn la duk bising nak bantuannnn ja… usaha apa pun takmau… usaha la usaha…

“Allah does not change the condition of people until they change what is in themselves”
Ar-Ra’ad 13:11

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

I Love You

I get a free hug almost everyday.

I get a hug from a cute little girl who likes to say
'alaa tomei tomei tomei' when she watches Garfield.

This girl can stay up until 2-3 am in the morning watching cartoon...
drinking cold ice tea and eating bahulu.

Her dad called her Garfield for always lazing around, watching tv.

She speaks American english, but very lazy to read.
She cries if you forced her to study, albeit getting no. 1 in her class.

She is also lazy to speak. 
If you asked her too much, she'll say 'I don't knowwww...'
until you force her to answer.... 
then she'll say something, which always begin with 'oh yeah, I remember'


What a weird little niece I have... living in her own small world.

Ibtihal.

Monday, November 22, 2010

I don't look good blonde.

Kaklong: Adik, jom kita pi Pulau Aman.
Me: Nak buat apa pi tengok polis?

OK. saya konfius. yang tu Bukit Aman. Pulau Aman is actually one of the mini islands around Penang. Yes. I never knew that. I think, there's a feri named after it... but how would I ever know it's existence? 

photo taken from here
I do know some other small islands around here like Pulau Jerejak and... and... and... ok. failed. 


Nephew: Makcik, baba ajak p Sedim
Me: Malas laa.. nak buat apa. Mak, depa nak p Sedim buat apa?
Mak: Tgk tanah.
Brother: Siap! cepat
Me: OK la.

Bila semua orang dah siap. 

Me: Eh?! Awat semua orang pakai mcm nak p jogging ja?
Nephew: Yala, nak mandi ayaq terjun, makcik taktau ka?
Me: hmmph! (cepat2 grab another shirt and pants)

Brother: Mai ayaq terjun pakai punya raget
Me: fine, next time org bawak pelampung. 

fuh, tgk budak zaman skrg... ke air terjun mcm ke kolam renang.
siap pakai goggles. mainan pantai. heh... 

haih... dah besar2 dah anak menakan.


Ok. semua orang tau ka kat Sedim ada air terjun? Maybe I should know because I'm orang utara. I do know some other waterfalls like Bukit Hijau and Hutan Lipur, though.

Masa tingkatan 3 dulu, subjek geografi hanya best sebab boleh kaler peta. hahaha. ok, padan muka. tempat sendiri pun tak kenal. 


Haish... this is not good. when it comes to geography, I feel like a blonde. hahaa... tak boleh jadi ni. 



Friday, November 19, 2010

Wish #04

I wish to be a TV presenter. 
A childhood dream that never dies, probably will never happen too.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Hello! I'm a sixteen y/o. You?

"laaa, bila balik ni....?"
"awat nampak seghoh (semakin kurus) sangat? tinggai haluih (halus = kecil) hang duk sana?"
"brapa taun lg? ni kak Ra (bukan nama sebenar) kat Mesir lg 6 taun"
"nanti ajak tok p rumah" (referring to my mum)


1. I come to realize that whenever people ask 'when did you come back?' my standard answer would always be, 'few weeks ago'...

2. A few people has noted that I've grown thinner in some ways. That includes my dad n brother. Apparently, not eating properly throughout this year has taken it's toll on me.

3. Judging from my physical appearance, people always think I'm younger than my age. I suppose, it's not so bad if you're in your 40s... in fact, it's something I wish would happen when I grow old.  However, to be mistakenly thought as a high school student when you are at your best age of adulthood is so not cool. I wonder if this would be a problem in getting a job in the future. Would people trust me to be a site architect? Even my previous boss once said," if you were to be placed at a site, you'll definitely fall sick". Do I look that fragile?

4. I know how great it is to be a doctor... but I'm not becoming a doctor, despite my 5 year long studying abroad. Fullstops.

5. Still, it's funny when a neighbor addressed her 5 year younger granddaughter as 'kak' to me, until I reminded her that I'm the same age as her eldest grandson.

6. This is the worst... a distant relative deliberately mistaking me for being my niece, my abg ngah's daughter. She's 12.

7. If I were really 16, I'm almost as good as Sheldon...doing a master degree at this age. haha.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Ketupat!

 Happy Eid! 

Commonly, Malaysian Eid celebration wouldn't be complete without ketupat.. so this time around, I'm gonna show you how to wrap a Ketupat Palas (sticky rice dumpling)... 

Frankly speaking I'm not a good cook (I should say, not yet), but wrapping ketupat palas is something I can proudly teach anyone. hahaha... 

Though it might seem kinda easy, if you fold the leaf to the wrong direction, your ketupat might end up as 'ketupat betina' (female? ketupat)... oh well, how do I explain this, its rather perverse to put a photo or explain... well, doesn't matter... here's the steps of how to wrap a sticky rice ketupat.


1. Fold the wide edge of the leave into a cone shape container

2. Fill it with the half-cooked sticky rice (the rice was cooked with cocunut milk, a few pandan leaves and salt)

3. Fold the tail of the leaf to the left, covering the rice

4. ok, this is a tricky part... and my nephew didn't take the photo properly... haish
Bring the leaf underneath the bunch and fold into a ring shape on the right corner of the ketupat, with the tail of the leaf on the inside under the bunch. This will form a corner of the ketupat or as my mum called it 'the ear' of the ketupat.

5. Pull it tightly, but don't pull too hard... otherwise the leaf will break and unable to contain the rice... the rice will spill out, like guts spilling out of a torn bulging tummy... euuww!
6. Tadaaaa! That's it... a Palas Ketupat... usually, I'll tie a knot with the remaining leaf just to secure the wrap.  Easy peasy lemon squeezy ketupat dah jadi! Muahaha!

Now you can either boil it, or steam it.






Good Luck!!!

Saturday, November 13, 2010

There's Been A Death in The Opposite House

2 very close relatives (an uncle and cousin) passed away last year.

Yesterday, a neighbor’s grandson involved in an accident, and died.

Last few months, a cousin’s house was caught fire, his wife was severely injured and breathed her last after few days in ICU

My friend was 19 and he was killed in a road accident when I was 18.

Another friend… a year younger, passed away of a lung cancer.

A neighbor whom I don’t remember his name died last month.


We all will eventually die, it’s just the matter of when… and normally whenever the thought of dying visits, it comes with that lame rhetorical question which often left unanswered… Are you ready?



constantly reminded, yet continuously forgetting.... Me!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Whatever!

At times, you wonder about your own behavior… but when you’re back to where you came from… you know that there is nothing weird about the way you are…and if it’s in the blood, changing it would be a lifelong dream.

Apparently, no one loves snide remarks. Especially when it’s thrown just in your face… funny jokes that ain’t funny… laughter and giggles that crawl into you like poisonous bugs, ripping your flesh of the bones.




But hey, sarcasm works wonders when nothing else matters…. And very often, it leaves you something to live with… something like a derogatory remark about yourself… hahaa… aside from trust, self-confidence is very expensive.

…and many times in my life, I could barely tell the difference between vices and virtues…

I am forever small, looking up to all the great people around me. Life is good.

Friday, November 5, 2010

The Dumb Shall Speak

This is my last semester project (Semester 01, 2010) I've been wanting to put this on the blog since it was presented which is about 5 months ago.... but soooooo lazy to adjust and write... and now, I end up chucking in just my speech. 

The Blurred Masterplan

The project is a metaphor of Melbourne city. It is generated by the blur master plan or a blistered satellite view of Melbourne city and its surroundings. The blur master plan is a reverse representation of a typical master plan which is meant to give a different perception about Melbourne city. It represents the fuzziness of Melbourne City, its history, urban life and memories. The reading of the master plan which has been visually interpreted by the idea of distance between the dots hence becomes the rule to generate the form of the building. The rule is explored through three main strategies that response to Venturi’s Complexity and Contradiction. 

Firstly, the project celebrates the interdependency between form and functions. The iterative rule from the blur master plan generates a form for the buildings. However the demands of the functions require additional rooms which could spatially serve the functions. Therefore, the programmatic needs of the building break and blend the generative rule of the form.

Secondly, it deals with the contradiction between ‘form and form’ and ‘form and function’. The whole project is a juxtaposition of complex and simple geometries. The generative form is complex in a sense of its illegibility and the extrusions are pure cylinders intersecting the complex form.

Thirdly, the outcome of the project serves the inherent variety and ambiguity of visual perceptions. The buildings in this project are hiding and emerging between the existing trees that maintain the sense of familiarity and the jagged shapes are vulgarly flowing. The project is illegible as a whole, giving variety of experiences as one moves through the site.

It is important to note that the notion of blur in this project is defined through the ambiguity between appearance and experience. It is not trying to expressively appear blurry as it appears in smoke or mist. It is blurry in a sense of lost in the experience of the whole project. The whole project from satellite view appears like a portion of blurred area in the land, camouflaging with the surrounding and vaguely depicting the shape of the building but vividly appear as whole. However from the street level, the existence is vivid but  the project could never be experienced as a whole. The fragmented experiences narrate the blur idea of the whole depending on the side and the angle of view. Almost like the idea of a city (including Melbourne city) where one’s experience and perception are diversified from another depending on personal values, history, lifestyle and memories.

Another element that this project deals with is the cook’s cottage. The cottage is a disputable object. It is an artifact that full of doubts whether it should be celebrated as a reminiscence of glory or a doomsday.  At this depends on whether the acknowledgement comes from the aborigines or the whites. Besides, it is also historically arguable whether Captain Cook had ever lived there.  Therefore the ambiguous status of cook’s cottage is represented in this blur metaphor. The cottage is partially nestled within the whole, giving an idea of uncertainty whether it is inside or outside when it is in fact both, mimicking the dubious relationship of the cottage and Australia.   

The Plan; find the building yo!

see! see! there's The Cook's Cottage

 The Amphitheater, for the first time in my life, I wanna be in my building.
*that's so vain*

 My tutor, Mark Raggat from ARM said; 'it's like in the Mary Poppin'

Macam mainan ja kan?



The following is my additional elaboration about the design process, I tell you it's really crappy, wrote them few minutes before the presentation. so bear with the grammar and all. my grammar is rarely correct anyway.

How did  I design?

The dots become connectors , or generators of the buildings

Remember when we were young, we learn to draw things and learn numbers by connecting dots exercise... It is something similar to that

The image that creates the dots exercise is a clear thing, for example, a horse. But someone makes it ambiguous by turning it into a series of dots, which when connected, produce a horse again, but obviously the horse looks different from the real one depending on the beauty of lines or in another word the child that draws it… and as well, the traces of the dots is still there. The outcome would never appear exactly like the original image of a horse.

In this design, it’s all begun with a real satellite photo of the site, a readable photo of the site. Which hence turn blister using rasterbater. Like a child who does know what could it become, I connect all this dots, and out of it, I got a building, well.. a few buildings to be exact.

But this is architecture, obviously it has to be more than just learning the number sequences… the image does not tell me where should I begun and where to connect or even, what colour of pen shold I use to draw.
So there are other studies of the image that generates the rule. Like the child, before doing the dots exercise, she has to learn about numbers and how to read it. 


The Iteration Process


Programs hence used to fashion the process into architecture... most of all, to determine additional height to most spaces which previously formed by connecting the dots.


Following are the process diagram...showing how the cylindrical volumes are extruded to serve the required programmatic space.







p/s: I won't blame you readers if you can't understand what did I blabbered about. It's quite a crazy thing...still I wasn't philosophical enough in my approach of this project if you must know. This project also has strong relationship with Venturi's Complexity and Contradictions. So you may need to read that to understand. But hey, don't bother.... just look at the images... hahaha... it's a land of no where. I doubt I will have any chance in my whole life to design a building like this in my architecture practice. oooh... and I'm sure... some ppl think this sort of iconic crazy philosophical architecture is too vain and nonsensical... not to mention, it's a waste of money.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Matahari

Yay! Changed my blog layout.

I’ve grown sick of dark and gloomy background… besides, it’s spring yo! Flowers are blooming everywhere and the sun shines even on the rainy days, why must I all be sad and moody. Let’s get the mood brightened up a bit.
 
Anyway, for some reasons the blog header appears to be a bit pixelated, I don’t know why. I’m pretty sure I got the dimension correct, I’ve checked the pixels and all. Anyway, it was way worse when I uploaded the JPEG version, so I tried using PNG and it seems a little bit better, like the above.

I’ve been changing my blog name a couple of times till now. I think, from now on… I shall try to stick with one. I'll use mirpof. Where did I get it from? Oh, it was a typo when I wanted to write…...... heheee… I’ll keep that to myself. But yeah, that was when I first setup this blog… the url accidentally became mirpof.blogspot.com.

It really has no meaning. Unless you can find one for me.

Lalaalaa….





nak balik Malaysia lagi 6 hari, ada orang nak kirim barang?

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ahaks! too late! 

Sunday, October 31, 2010

I looked up in they sky and asked, what are you after, Kiambang?


The Braided Campus, Formfield Design Studio Sem 02, 2010

Thursday, October 28, 2010

They Bloom in My Heart ♥ ♥ ♥

Spring brings along sunshine. Days are a lot warmer than in winter, of course… and it’s a relief to those who suffer from cold winter weather. Yet to be honest, I’m not a big fan of spring… (I blogged before how always prefer autumn out all seasons). Especially during the early spring, flying pollens gives me allergy. Also, the-never stable-spring temperature affects my skin badly. I woke up this morning with a roommate asking ‘what happened to your face?’ my face redden occasionally, not the shimmering blush red, but the horrible irritated red. Ah, I don’t know how to describe. I’ve been applying bio oil hoping that it’ll ease the irritation. Anyone has any idea what else can I do?

Nevertheless, I love spring for one thing… flowers are cheap. It’s the season, right. Oh, I’ve been unfair to mother nature, I hate pollens but love blossoming flowers… sorry…

And it’s one of the best thing about living here; the availability of fresh cut flowers. Well, gardening is never my forte (aaaa, this reminds me, mak said I have to take care of her garden if she goes to Mecca this year, oh my! That’s the most challenging task ever…owh ya, she also said, it’s a way for me to prove that I’m a responsible person and ready to get married… what?! makkk, you should know that I wasn't born with green fingers...aaaa)… anyway, I enjoy so much having fresh flowers in my room. I don’t know, just by looking at them, makes me so happy…

I’m going to miss this when I go back to Malaysia. As far as I know, fresh cut flowers are quite pricey and hard to get… especially around where I live. well, the cheapest place to buy fresh flowers is at the Buddhist crematorium which they use for funerals. I should just cut my mak’s pokok bunga… muahahaha!

The blossoming chrysanthemums make my day! It’s one of my favorite flowers since they look a little like sunflower.




Fresh cut sunflowers are still very rare, though.

Willful Ignorance

I was too busy with architecture for the last few weeks.. . haven’t really got a chance to get my head around what’s going on in the world, especially back home in Malaysia.

I felt detached from reality.

I felt like I was living in ignorance.

I felt guilty.

Therefore, since I finished my final presentation yesterday (still got 2 submissions coming though)… Today, I decided to take a day off from architecture. I went out for a good lunch with a friend, had some retail therapy… and came back, get on the internet and try to update myself with some of the current issues.

I read. I read. I read and I read.

As a result. I feel sick.

And I still feel guilty, way worse… I feel guilty and hopeless for knowing things I could never really do anything about.

I know... I know...I know I’m a little behind.

But I still need to put more efforts in understanding the following issues, I’m feeling lost and mentally constipated just by reading one or two news/articles/blogposts about them.

1. The Budget… I know, I would never be able to understand like an economist does or a politician, the rationality of each provision and all, but if the government really wants to be transparent to the people… they shall present it to us, in a way that we could somehow digest the information… it’s not that I don’t understand the general idea of most of the things… the rationality is still questionable… maybe I’m too shallow minded… or maybe I just don’t understand… or am I too stupid?

2. The Audit report. It’s not surprising at all. But it’s sad. Kalau nak musnahkan sangat penghawa dingin tu, hantar la rumah saya satu. Ya tak MAIWP? Some wounds won’t heal if you covered or bandaged it up. You know that?

3. Malaysian Indians community issue… what issue?

4. DSAI. This has been going on forever. I’m seriously sick of this dirty political play. Put an end to that please. *puke*

5. FFI? I love fashions. But that’s was wayyyy too much, Datin Seri Wanita Nombor Satu.

6. Pusat Hiburan Antarabangsa. Wait…. What???!!! Seriously… oh yeah, great… then we are not just ‘a moderate Islamic Country’ but also ‘a hedonistic Islamic country’… oh, that goes very well with IFF.

7. Tsunami in Indonesia. Humanity should trespass all sort of enmities, right?

Am I showing too much ingratitude to my government if I say, I yearn for some great pleasant-sincere news (from the people, not your media) about how well-managed, corruption-less the government is… hey, I could be one of those who still have a teeny weeny bit of faith to the current government. Hahaha.. you know why? Because I don’t believe the oppositions could be any better, the best they could be… just equal. Samalah mana-mana pun.

‘dah kena dah, yang di sana tu penyangak, yang di sini tu penyamun’




Btw, I love today's Daily Quotes on Google.

Sometimes people are layered like that. There's something totally different underneath than what's on the surface. But sometimes, there's a third, even deeper level, and that one is the same as the top surface one. Like with pie.
Joss Whedon, Zack Whedon, Maurissa Tancharoen, and Jed Whedon, Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, 2008

Monday, October 25, 2010

Wrinkles Winkles

Tomorrow is the final presentation for design studio this semester. Insha’Allah, if I manage to breeze through this one, I’ll be left with one more upper pool studio (next semester)…. followed by the major project (final semester). Hence, I’m done here, Insha’Allah. Either I’ll go back for good or not, that’s a different story. But of course, I don’t want to contribute to the current brain drain. Let’s see what my master degree can do for the country, Insha’Allah.

Subhanallah, time does fly like an arrow.

It’s hard to believe that I’ll be in my final year here next year. Oh my, I’m feeling old. 23?! Next year, 24? (kalau hidup lagi la)… 25, 26, 27…. Tuaaanyaaaa…… and one day, if I live long enough, I'll wake up with with wrinkles and grey hair.

It feels like I just set my foot here, yesterday. Lameeee. Haha… and that’s a lie. To be honest, I feel rotten for being here for so long… if I were to further my study, I’ll definitely look for some other place.
I love Melbourne, still.

Anyway, pray that the presentation will be good… and I’m going back home in 15 days!

Oh! bagai baru semalam bertemu kamu di lapangan terbang itu.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

^.^

Laughter is indeed a good medicine.

I’ve been watching The Big Bang Theory while doing design, as I always need a good company, especially when I’m building my 3D model.

I finished the whole episodes of season one, my model is progressing quite well and… I feel happy. =)

I guess I need to go to bed early tonight since I got a plan tomorrow. So, as what Sheldon would always say… Good night. And if there's an apocalypse, good luck.

Daa!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Wish #03: Delusion

I wish to make you laugh... laugh like you used to do...
hence you would love... love like you wanted to.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Kau Bungaku

Oh... seperti seorang ibu melihat anak-anaknya membesar... girangnya hati melihat tulip-tulip ku berkembang segar dan mekar... ah, sudahlah... drama! but they are really pretty, aren't they?




dan dah terlebih-lebih kembang pun.... sukanyaaaa! ^.^



lepas tu, ada satu kuntum tu mcm aiskrim... ni yang main petik tak tahu spesies tu... sekali ada yang unik ni... rasa macam warna putih lagi cantik, tp sbb dia unik, lalu dia menarik perhatian...


do people dry tulips? I tried drying roses before and they look pretty good... maybe should try with tulips... ngehee... I don't mind living in a room full of flowers... dried or fresh.... they make me happy...



btw, I'm loving this retro/lomo camera apps on iPhone.... who needs a lomo when you have an iPhone... hahaaa! hmph! but I still want a polaroid.... maybe I should buy one before going back for this summer holiday... my nephew Talhah must be very excited about that...

OK... buat kerja, nanti nak pasang cenderahati utk TPM pulak...

Thursday, October 7, 2010

I don't care which planet you came from, we are living on the earth.

The good thing about having a close friend who happens to be in the same situation as yours is you can open up to each other and talk about it like you both are reading the same page of a story book.

Anyway, we girls open up to each other most of the time.

********


Girls dream.
Most of us grew up reading fairy tales, in which wedding is always the happy ending… a prince will do everything while the princess just has to lay somewhere sleeping, combing her hair, eating poisoned apple or cleaning a stepmother house. Even in Malay folklore, the girl will always be someone who is innocent, na├»ve, bullied, born with a fish, has a veggie name, and kind, well stupidly kind and beautiful. So we grew up dreaming… hoping, eventually at the end of the day… a prince or a gentleman will come knocking on our door… after fighting dragons and all sort of strange creatures, sweep we off our feet… marry us and live happily ever after.

Women understood.
Most of us are not princesses. We were not born in a castle and cast out to live with dwarfs in a jungle and fated to wait and wait until someone who strangely curious enough to come searching for a wife in a jungle. We are living in 20s century where women and men are equal in many ways. Also, we don’t just fall for someone who happen to save us from something, whatever it is. Most women today are educated and sophisticated. Women don’t just deal with domestic stress but also carrier and other external responsibilities. We know that in reality, there is no happily ever after… happiness and sadness alternatively take place in our life. When the sun gets low, the storm always ready to blow… but then, there will be a rainbow, well at least... sometimes.


There is a girl in every woman.
She could be a state minister but behind the curtain she might still fancy plushies and Barbie. She just stops showing her interest… so she could appear poised and composed in public. But if a woman shows you her childish and vulnerable side.. don’t just go “wooo! What in the world is wrong with you… I thought you’re someone blablabla etcetctec…” She is still that same person you knew, but it’s just more about her that you need to know… just because at one point, she is acting against what you thought of her, doesn’t prove you wrong… no she wasn’t wearing a mask… women contradict themselves all the time… and you just need to understand, there is a girl in every woman… just like there is a boy in every man. Oh come on… don’t act so superior… I know a 37 years old man who still enjoy dragon ball and naruto, a 23 years old who wants a control car, the same thing I was asked for by 9 yr old nephew… I know a 42 yr old dad who enjoys assembling toys for his kids and you could see that he is doing it out of his own interest… those are just examples… but my point is adults do act childish sometimes… when it comes to the worse, be it man or woman, we do cry, throw tantrum, say stupid things, sulk, yell…..are these all mature?… for God sake, no!

I'm not you.
Despite having so many similarities, like education, background, political views, interest, jobs and hobby… we are created different... Men, are generally natural thinker.. they put their head before their heart…and this makes them good leaders, being able to put feeling aside, will allow them to be just and that’s also why in Islam they are allowed to polygamy. While women are generally natural feeler… we prioritize feelings most of the time… we buy things we can’t really afford because we like it so much, we say yes to things we don’t want to do because we feel guilty to turn down a request… we give out false hope, because we sympathize a man in love… we say things we don’t mean just simply because we are angry… and we cry over someone’s else grief even when we don’t really understand. Therefore, a man shouldn’t be so judgmental about a woman especially based on her emails, ym or sms… It takes beyond that to get to know someone, but one thing is crucial… be prepared for the surprises. A thing about all this sort of communication technology is it allows us women who are already, always preoccupied with feelings to be more expressive, sometimes aggressive. That’s why most twitter users are female. It’s apparently so much easier to write/type rather than say with our tongue. However, you need to understand that women are no better than men when it comes to verbally expressing feeling to the opposite sex. Yes, we talk about our feeling to our girlfriends most of the time, but it’s not the same as talking to men. So guys, just like you always say the wrong thing to us… it is always hard for us to find the right words to say to you.

Rationale.
Women… we are natural feeler but we are not brainless, and men… are not heartless. Rationality bridges the gap between a brain and a heart… we know when we need to use our head instead of our heart, it’s just sometimes we refuse to do so, and so do men….therefore a woman needs a man to tell her not to buy a pair of shoes she would never wear no matter how pretty they are, while a man needs a woman to tell him it’s okay to cry when his cat is dead. We complement each other in so many ways.


Sooooooooooooo….
I personally don’t think that we should look for a copy of us to marry. We need someone who complement us… everyone is lacking at something and good at something… has anyone ever told you that sleeping beauty has a bad breath because she’d been sleeping for 100 years? Oh, and she also has amnesia once in awhile… but she is a real beauty.

Ok… I’m writing a ‘book’ again… but I do hope that we all men and women could become more rational, understanding and tolerant when it comes to man and woman problems, be it in professional relationship or romance.

p/s: dear friend, I hope you’ll make it through… I pray Allah will make it easy for the two of you. Ameen.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

I wish someone would write me a letter, a deep and moving letter.




haha! ok...that's a bit random. 

Monday, October 4, 2010

Doubt

I hate uncertainties in so many ways. It always leaves me in a difficult situation which will hinder me from taking any progressive steps.

As much as I love design subject, it always puts me in this situation in which I have to choose between doing either what I really like to do or what my tutor wants me to do. Maybe it seems like I should always listen to my tutor, but when you come to something subjective like design, doing what your tutor wants you to do is not always good enough... she will expect more, to an expense of you do what you want, however that may not please her because what you want always contradicts what your tutor wants.

People understand things differently; a thing about being a designer is you must be transparent enough to allow people to read your mind, but to some people... regardless how transparent you are they won’t just see through you because they are mentally blocked by their own existing perception. So you have to talk through your ideas, peel it carefully like peeling an onion.

I know that it’s a part of life that we will always face uncertain situation... but if there is a room to make things certain, I would always go head on in trying to make things as certain as it could ever be.

In many situations, I prefer if I do A, I’ll get to B. Rather than, I do A, I’ll probably get to B or C or D or maybe just stay at A... I’m not limiting my options, but I like to be focused about my goal... and if I were ever told to wait for something, I need to know what I’m waiting for, not just ‘something’... and If I were really to wait, I need to know that my waiting will not be in vain. Or, I should say... I need some hope. Less, I won’t move... and if l let my doubt to grow, one day...it’ll be high enough to bury all my dreams and wishes.

Therefore, I need to know what I’m trying to achieve here with my design concept, why setting a goal seems so hard now..... I should get back to work~!



Vivian, will you ever like my design?


Give me some hope.



Thursday, September 30, 2010

Wakeyyyy! September has ended!!

A friend tweeted “esok dah Oktober!”

It occurred to me how quickly time passes. Life seems to flow monotonously, but along the way, as I took a glimpse of a few recent weeks, many things had actually took place and some of them, leaved without a trace for me to understand what it was, let alone response… but at the back of my mind… I knew it happened, and I remember.

July
It was one of the sweetest months. I went home, had a good winter escape in my hometown… and I met you. However, I stumbled upon a door sill and realized, the door was left ajar because the lock wasn't working! (haha... mesti orang tak faham) … huhu.. The semester commenced... it was a good start. I got my first choice studio. However, at the end of the month.. things started to get a little hay wired.

August
I would say, patience was the hallmark of August. The semester got tougher. Works were continuously piling up… things got off my hands. I romped about my life, breaking all the good things I had… I had my birthday… what a ‘rainy’ birthday it was… haha… but so happy when some friends did remember and cared to wish… all the things got so critical… I couldn’t quite comprehend most of the things that were happening at that time… there was an outrage of emotional flux…haha… and there was Ramadhan… I’m glad it was Ramadhan… less, I might not have as much patience as I did. Thank you Allah.

September
I know there was Hari Raya.. went to a few open houses. Other than that. Work. Work. Work…. And suddenly its ending. What? !


and...

October.
I wish for the best in October. All my final presentations will be in this month. I need to catch up and patch up some of the broken things ... put some of them back together and ditch the crappy and nasty bits of it…

You know when you try to put broken things back together, it won’t look exactly like it was, take a broken ceramic for instant… you’ll see the glue lines… the cracks… the uneven surfaces…

But, you can make it better… maybe like this...

see, they become pavers!



 or if you love art, this is very pretty


oh! this is pretty too


Or… if it’s too broken to ever be fixed… what’s the point of keeping it, right? In another word, sweep away the mess, sweetheart!!!


Life is indeed full of surprises... you'll never know what's coming in your way... =)

Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Hidden Beauty!

I’ve been wanting to write about this for so long. Now that my brain is figuring out some stuffs about design, I’ll write about it… as I said in previous post, I’m a multitasker…hihii

Before I proceed, I better clarify that, I’m not writing a fiqh article.. I’m just sharing my thoughts with all the hijabees out there, something based on my observations…

Hijabess aren’t really strangers here in Melbourne, you’ll see women with headscarves everywhere. Nevertheless, from my personal experiences, people still question about this piece of fabric wrapping our head… some of the lame questions are like, why do you wear it? Can you ever take it off? Do you wear it at home? Can you wear different colors? How do you get your hair cut?

Well, I’m not answering all of those question here… but I’m going to write about something else.. here is the story.

I know that scholars differ in the ruling of not wearing hijjab with the non-muslim women… you can ask about it yourself and I’m not competent enough to explain it here… but I did ask one of our scholars and he said, it’s okay to uncover your hair as long as it won’t bring fitnah.. back to the story that I wanted to share, one day, I was having a chat about hair care with my non muslim friend… and she told me how she used to befriend with a muslim girl who happens to wear hijjab.. and one day, the girl took off her hijjab and her hair was so stink!

I’ll stop there.


My dear sisters… this reminder goes to all of you and myself… just because we cover up our hair, it doesn’t mean that we don’t have to take good care of it.


Cleanliness is a part of faith.

Sometimes, I just don’t understand how can any girl be so ignorant about her hygiene. Well, you could say that I better take good care of myself rather than judging people… but you see, my point here.. I’m not judging anyone… I’m just reminding myself and you, that our hygienic negligence will give out bad perception regarding the act of wearing hijjab….regarding every sister who wears hijjab … it’s like, underneath those scarves.. their hair are ugly and stinky.


Shampooing is fun!

I love washing my hair everyday and it makes me feel good. Some people prefer not to wash their hair everyday and they have reason for doing that… but, hey… as long as your hair doesn’t smell bad… it’s okay… but you know sisters, sometimes the smell passes through your hijjab, it blends with the fabric… and as wind breezes the fabric… the smell travels to noses around you. Don’t think that because it’s all covered up underneath a piece of cloth, people can’t smell it… your wearing a fabric, not a vacuum plastic wrap! But I do advice you, to wash your hair frequently… especially if you’re living in a hot country, and you have oily and sweaty scalp.


Dry you hair!

I know some people don’t like hair drier very much… people say it’ll damage your hair a lot quicker than the sun. well, I did not like it much too… but since I started using it, I don’t really feel it’s damaging my hair, instead… it makes my hear firmer and smoother. The key thing here, you got to use hair conditioner after each shampooing. Or instead, you can use electric fan…or just let it dry naturally… but don’t put the scarf on while your hair is still wet, worst, dripping! Especially if you intended to wear it for all day long… you know what I’m saying…


Love your hair.

Hair is like any other part of your body… some people were gifted with beautiful hair than others… but again, beauty is subjective. No matter how much you like or dislike your hair… it’s still a part of you regardlessly… some girls say… ‘it’s good to wear tudung, so I don’t have to bother much about my hair’… well, partly its true.. you don’t bother to style it before going out… no one knows how it looks like… and you don’t have to worry about sun damage… but that doesn’t mean you can just abandon your hair care… plus, it is a good thing to make yourself presentable even just among the sisters and family members… and if you are married, your earn rewards for beautifying yourself for your husband, that includes styling your hair… =)

Ok, I have a lot more to say… but I guess my point here is clear enough… I write this, to remind myself and my sisters… let’s take good care of our hair!

Merepek lagiii...

As soon as you started talking to people about your situation or anything that’s burdening you. You’ll realize you’re not alone. God created each of us unique but at the same times have so much in common so that we could learn from one another.

I’m not a big fan of generalization for I never see two situations as equal. There is no one size for everything. But I do believe as much as we think others don’t understand us, they do have things in their mind that could relate to what is in ours… and as much as I don’t fancy generalization, I use it all the times just because it makes sense to many people rather than just myself.

It won’t be me not having so much thoughts mounting in head. I always try to focus on doing one thing at a time, but it’s just as hard as trying to quit being a nocturnal…what I’m saying, it’s not impossible.. It’s just so freaking hard. If my head is not a mess, it prolly got nothing in. I’m a multitasker… instead of keeping on complaining why can’t I focus blablabla… I’ll just take that as a gift. =)

Here I go again, pouring out my nonsense… as usual, just need to clear up my head a little bit.

Anyway, I wanted to say, how sometimes we need to learn to take thing slow. Some people ask, ‘what’s the difference now that you’re doing master?’.. well, since in architecture, at least in RMIT, our master degree is not research based like most other post grade courses, it’s project based…. The course is still pretty much similar to the degree. We got classes, studios and lectures… we do presentations every week for almost every subject and we have submissions every now and then depending on the subject.

The workload is still pretty much the same… it’s just that… for me, it’s just getting more and more difficult… and it’s normal right? I believe other courses are like that too. Even if you compare it to our lives...the more you understand the more complicate… it’s just, well… life.

But after all, there’s something that I learned from my master course… and from a few things that occurred about my life recently… sometimes, we do need to take things slow.

Hei! Tak lari gunung dikejar!

Ok, I’m not making any sense. Should just stop.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Whiney baby emo kid.

What a life would’ve been without twitter or facebook or even this blog.

Writing has been my salvation since I know how to write. Seriously, I don’t really remember how it all started but all that I knew, I kept diaries since I was in primary school. I composed poetries when I was ten and enjoy reading since kindergarten.

I don’t really write for people to read. I write for my own personal reasons, I write to divert my negative energy into something less destructive. Written words can’t be harmful if they were left unread. .. that’s why diaries have always been my best friends.

Technology somehow has changed that. I don’t want to talk about how people these days have split personalities between their real and virtual life. Most thoughts are read, at least by a few… and with the mushrooming social platforms, people talk more, in fact more than in their actual life… and I talk more than I used to do, sometimes to an extent of disclosing unnecessary personal stuffs. <-like saying this.

I admire those who have so much self control in their virtual life - knowing what’s to share what’s not. These people know how to be friendly but deliberately maintaining their privacy and no, they don’t go around spamming and swindling anonymously.

I'm spending too much time with computers. I can’t avoid that since my works mostly involve computer except for occasional site visits. Having said that, I still need to control my virtual life.

Such as… stop tweeting.

I tweeted too much… and many things I rumbled about shouldn’t really be publically mentioned …and sometimes, those who response to those tweets in their own accords, couldn’t care less about the real situations.

I’ll stop tweeting for awhile…inshaAllah, let’s see how long I could go without tweeting. Hahaa…

I’ll talk more to my diary… and if I really need to say something out loud, I better talk to people directly rather than throwing my words in the air so carelessly.

Anyone would like to be my real life twitter?

Hah! you! I saw you raised up your hand. =)


p/s: I will still visit twitter frequently... stalking some of the Twits *wink*

Monday, September 20, 2010

Monolog

Aku mahu... teramat mahu pergi jauh... tempat yang teramat jauh, kalau nak sampai itu jenuh. Kalau dicari lelah bersepuh... jauhhhhhh sekali... tak tercapai naluri... padan muka, siapa pun tak dapat cari... separuh mimpi separuh realiti...







Tapi....























Kerja belambak, duit takdak.
Di sinilah duduk tercanggak.





Sedih.




"Hei kamu, bawa aku pergi dari sini... kerna dalam hati ini, ada secangkir benci yang aku musuhi.... jua ada setelaga cinta yang aku hampir lupa"




OK... tak payah mengerti.... hanya momok perempuan gila di malam hari.


....dan aku pun ketawa berdekah-dekah pada diri. ya, padan muka sendiri.





I Procrastinated!

Got stuck between works and did this random psychology test... look at the result!

You Are An INFP
(introversion, intuition, feeling, perception) is an abbreviation used in the publications of the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) to refer to one of sixteen personality types.[1] The MBTI was developed from the work of prominent psychiatrist Carl G. Jung in his book Psychological Types. Jung proposed a psychological typology based on the theories of cognitive functions that he developed through his clinical observations.) - copied fr wikipedia

The Idealist - O.o

You are a creative person with a great imagination. *wink* You enjoy living in your own inner world. (huh! are saying I'm a 4D person?)

Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships. *chiuuwwww!!***

It takes a long time for people to get to know you. (oh welll...*caugh*) You are hesitant to let people get close to you. But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop. =)

In love, you tend to have high (and often unrealistic (huh?)) standards. (errr... no comment)


You are very sensitive. You tend to have intense(?!!!) feelings.

At work, you need to do something that expresses your personal values.
You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist. *cough* (surprisingly, they were all my ambitions)

How you see yourself: Unselfish, empathetic, and spiritual =)

When other people don't get you, they see you as: Unrealistic, naive, and weak (ooooooooo!!!!!!...patutla..hmph!)




and of course, this is not necessarily accurate.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Sometimes (bukan lagu Britney)

Sometimes, you don’t really want to hear things like ‘you’ll be alright’… because it’s all that you’ve been telling yourself all along… the word ‘alright’ seems to appear so pretentious and sarcastic… and you don't know how long it’ll take to get there.

Sometimes, you do need someone to remind you that you are better than what you think of yourself and trust in you more than you trust in yourself.

Sometimes, a slap on the face is way better than a comforting hug… you need someone who always brave enough to snap you of your broken dreams … wake you up to move on and fix things… or at least, dream another dream.

Sometimes, being overly optimistic would only give you false hope… you need to step back, admit the impediment… measure your strength properly prior to taking any action.

Sometimes, you do need someone to catch you when you fall… but if you think of yourself as a bouncy ball rather than a fragile glass… you would prefer a hard surface rather than a soft one.

Sometimes, instead of keep on feeling and thinking about your problems… you need to start thanking for all the blessings.

Sometimes, you need to put your pride aside and listen to your heart carefully… as pride and heart always disagree in various matters… but whenever a heart is broken, the pride will be hurt too.

Sometimes, all that you want is an ice cream!

  Oya, jom pergi Cold Rock!






Best kot kalau dapat makan Cold Rock waktu macam sekarang.... yummmmm.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Blablabla

I have so much random thoughts in my head… well, I’m desperately in need of something useful for my design.. but all of this randomness is hindering my brain from working properly… adoila…

*I promptly named a friend Mahmud for no reason today*

The coming mid semester crit chills me to the bone. I’m doing such a studio which I kinda like very much despite the crazy hectic workloads… really wanna give all my best… besides… my ex will be coming as one of the guest crits… opps! I mean, my ex-tutor… muahaha.. *haish, merepek sgt aih ckp!!!*

Have a snippet of my preliminary design proposal:

my tutor said it's 'beautifully ugly' *hmmph!* or in master chef term ' yuckyyumm'

Haish… I feel like a hopeless lazy bum… blame it on the raya mode! Oh! Ask me not about my raya… it was good all in all, alhamdulillah… but how could I ever be celebrating much when all these worries are having its own celebration in my head…. Syyyhhh.. do you hear it? Chiiiuwwww chiuuwwww chiuuwww… braprbappapappp…booommm… it’s fireworks! see! told ya… a bunch of worries are having a little party in my head. *I’m really getting old before time.*

I NEED TO GET BACK TO WORK!!! Oh dear… my head is a mess… did I have too much kuah kacang just now? My brother once said to me… well, he asked me something (I can’t remember exactly what it was)… I delayed a little before responding to his question and he was like “kepala adik tu semak, you need to sort out your mind like a library… the coding system blablabla” his common metaphorical lecture which rarely makes any sense to me… sorry brother… I could tell how properly sorted your mind is… but the fact that our names are similar doesn’t make me as good as you… owh, but you are pretty random too. *why am I talking about my brother?*

…and my laptop is experiencing the blue screen of death lately… how it breaks my heart seeing my charming Mr Asus like this… I kinda get a little freaked out as my previous Toshiba horribly ruined and dysfunctional after frequent attack of the blue screen. Uwaaaa… and this evening my desktop switched on by itself… *gasp*

Technology awes me sometimes… especially seeing how everyone looks so fabulously smooth skinned bright eyed in the photos… thank you much to the invention of dslr… owh, please don’t mention purikura… hikhik… it does make me feel pretty once in a while.. I guess, it could be good for improving one’s self esteem. Muahaha…

Opppss! Ada org tepon.