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Morning! hahaha... it is morning......... I started my day early today.... well, unusually early..wehhooo... thats because, I slept unusually early last night... It is good though, winter is actually the right season to fix my sleeping habit... night is longer, and subuh begins and ends quite late... so, if I sleep early every night, I have no reason to go backbone to bed after fajr prayer... wake up, pray.. do the bed... take a bath... wallaa.. I'm ready to kick!... Besides, the heater is also now working, in fact I have 2 heaters... so the room is warm and comfortable.... you got no excuse anymore kiambang! haha.. and my first meal for the day is literally a breakfast... you hear me? it is a BREAKFAST!... woohooo... So I had pickelets with coco sauce and butter, a cup of Caribbean nut coffee and my daily orange juice... (thank you oya for the pickelets)  I miss nasi lemak bungkus piramid... Yay! I'm going home soon.... By the way, I was thinking last night...

As usual…. Written assignment always ends up with a blog post… muahaha… Haish… why academic writing is never as fun as writing all these craps! Haha… it’s almost like asking why potato chips taste better than bean sprouts… well… writing academic thingy isn’t that bad really, it’s just that, most of the time it’s quite difficult… research and all, the annoying part… you know… However, I quite like updating blog before doing my written assignment, it’s sort of a warm up… Woohoo… one subject is officially done today… Alhamdulillah… I’m so in classical mode right now… vanilla cinnamon tea, Sinatra… and philosophy… and polka dots! Hahaa… yeah, polka dots… Recently, I started to realize that I got so many things with polka dots … how weird, I’ve been ‘accidently’ collecting all these ‘polka dots’ stuffs… the latest is my umbrella which I blogged about in my previous post. Hermmm… I know that I quite like the wiggly floral kind of patterns… never really realized that I’m so into p

I would usually write the post title at the end of the writing process, right before publishing the post, that's why my post title most of the times are irrelevant to the post. I have nothing in particular to write about, however I feel an urge to write something, something lackadaisically sweet... just like my daily orange juice here, with 'no added sugar'… haha… That's not going to happen though… well… I'm not a sweet person by nature, so it's almost impossible for me to write something 'sweet' effortlessly. I've been hanging at the edge of my emotion lately, feeling a little bit out of control sometimes, which I really hate. But I suppose, at some phases of life, we would all feel this way regardless of the reason. Sometimes we feel so down, out of place and discouraged, and if we were to look for reasons, we'll surely find one. Human are always full of excuses. But a wise man looks at the bright side. A wise man sees the light at the en

Morning! Okay, I know it’s 1 pm… but hey, I woke up early today… at least, earlier than usual… I’m really trying to stop being a nocturnal… aaa, no good, no good… it has been weeks except for a few days which always turned out to be wasted attempts of being normal. I must and I have to sleep at night and do work during the day!!! In fact, it has been mentioned in so many places in the quran, how night is made as covering for us to rest and day with light for us to work. (ie: An-Naba’) So, while having my breakfast, ok.. let’s be honest, lunch, or maybe brunch… whatever you call it but obviously it’s not a breakfast… btw.. I just learned how to eat English muffin(?) with sambal… apa?! Biaq laaa… org malaysia ok! And I also just learned how to cook an egg in the microwave… that’s what happened when you are not allowed to cook… oooh, how I miss the challenge of making a perfectly over easy egg… eh, dah terubah tajuk, so yeah, I googled about ‘how to stop being a nocturnal’ and I

Don't understand the title as well... hee... If the word ‘distress’ were replaced with ‘love’… in this modern world, we all would’ve been in love every day… don’t you think? But I would then, write a post about how I wish love were replaced with distress. Gaaaa! Don’t know what I’m talking about… I’m just in love. I mean, in distress. A little. There is a crit and submission this coming Monday. Another hectic weekend. My design project is so complicated that I don’t have a heart to think about it anymore. Oh, there is one more assignment that I really need to get started. With every hardship, comes ease (94:5-6), remember? *smile* Btw, I looked so dumb in a yellow oversize safety vest. Can safety wears be more fashionable? C’mon, its 21st century…. OKlah… buat kerja… tata titi tutu…

OK. Mari-mari tuan dan puan sekalian, saya yang kemalasan untuk mengadap autocad mahu merepek lagi. Ini ialah post dedikasi, dedikasi untuk yang merasakan post ini sememangnya didedikasikan untuknya. Pening. Tulaa… jangan ngadap google earth lama, dahla buat research tentang Penang ni… the best gift for me right now is a Melb-Penang air ticket… so homesick! Anyway, let’s go back to my dedication. Macam nilah, nak cerita… tekanan hidup ni datang dari pelbagai arah, kadang orang lain yang diduga, kita yang stress.. contoh macam ada setengah org tu, tengok orang kunyah besi, lepas tu dia yg rasa ngilu.. ish, apa punya contoh daa...anyway, at one point, giving up might sound so right, but we all knew that it is not a good option, well, maybe it’s never an option. Dan kekuatan itu datang dari tuhan melalui sumber-sumber tertentu. Selalunya daripada orang-orang disekeliling, sebab tu manusia ni dicipta sebagai makhluk bermasyarakat. Rasanya, sejak buat seni bina ni, setiap semester ada b

Waktu kecil dahulu, aku suka panjat pokok. Pokok rambutan banyak di sekeliling rumah, tapi yang kurang seronoknya ada kerengga, nanti kena ketit. Kadang tu lagi la, ada penyengat atau tebuan. Dulu tak ramai kawan, mak kata, jangan bagi biasa pergi menempek di rumah orang, jadi memang tak dapat lah peluang pergi rumah kawan-kawan macam orang lain. Kalau panjat pook, selalu rasa macam nak terjun, lepas tu keluar sayap dan terbang. Memang, dari dulu lagi, cita-cita aku, hanya mahu terbang… dan terbang… Bila dah besar sikit, masuk sekolah, cikgu tanya nak jadi apa? Tak ingatlah apa yang dijawab… adala tu burung, power rangers, ahli silap mata etc… tapi yang macam dah lojik sikit tu, asalnya cakap nak jadi pensyarah, bila ditanya pensyarah apa, taktau. Lepas tu lama sikit, taktau la dari mana dapat idea, tapi ingat la, bila tanya pensyarah apa dah boleh jawab dah, pensyarah falsafah. Ya, FALSAFAH… haha… istilah falsafah tu bunyi macam best kot untuk lidah budak umur 7 tahun. Dulu mak se