Actually, no. I’m supposed to do assignment. But I’m procrastinating since I’m not really sure what I’m going to do. haha. My sister and I went shopping this morning. Konon last minute raya shopping but we bought things that are unrelated to raya since we already got all the raya stuffs.

I know the picture above is not us shopping. But it was taken when I was driving on the fast lane to the mall. hahah. Nasib baik sempat pull out smart tag. -_-

Then, after feeling so suffocated by the mall getting more and more crowded as the hour passed by, we went home. We wanted to bake chocolate chip cookies that Eddie’s mum made. I had a taste of it, and it was super super scrumptious! However, I didn’t get the recipe from her, and I regret it. Asking Eddie to ask his mum takes forever, and I should’ve known. -__- So, I googled for the best chocolate chip cookie recipe ever, and found it. Though I altered it a bit by adding cream of tartar and a bit of cocoa powder for a bit of color.

Prepared the batter, and added the chocolate chips. Lots of em.

Scooped em on the pan. Bit by bit. We doubled the recipe so there was a lot of scooping and baking, and running to and fro from oven to scooping. The first 2 batches were very slightly burned (still delicious, and only mild burns smell on some). My mum came home just in time to be the saviour and reduce the oven’s temperature. That made me feel so dumb. haha. -___-

After almost 2 hours of hardwork and charms…

Voila! You have ‘em cookies! Like magic. haha.

So, the cookies turned out very scrumptious. and crunchy too! Yeayness! My sisters love em lots, I do too, and I couldn’t stop eating ze cookies (like, seriously! hahah) eventho I think they’re a bit sweet for my liking. I’m very satisfied with the result! Although, I still wished I had Eddie’s mum’s recipe.

I don’t know why I’m blogging about baking. Not like it’s my first time. Well it is, for chocolate chip cookies, (without mum’s help, atleast).

yeay, as the official cookie monster, I have every right to steal the cookies from the cookie jar! rawrrrrr!

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First, I only had 2.5 hours of sleep, because I was busy finishing up the drawings for our art kiosk project. It’s a small duo project, lecturer said, but it needs a lot of thinking and alot of tedious works. Like, thinking how to make the structure moveable and transformable. Sounds fun, but it’s a snooze to me. It’s a kiosk for  god’s sake. How fancy could a kiosk be, on a street where there’s a lot of old buildings? Like, say, Jonker street of Malacca. (Hence, the trip to Malacca)

Anyway, right before the presentation, we had 3Ds max exam 1. and I couldn’t do it. There were so many steps, I couldn’t keep up. I always have problems with computers or rather, they have problems with me since they wont do what I want them to do. Specifically Windows. haha. Plus somehow the program wont let me undo AT ALL so I was so stressed like hell. Turned out I needed to restart the program. FML. Plus I was having an ache on the backside of my ribs. I dont know why, stress maybe.

Then, Studio time. I was so down by the stupid test, it killed my excitement to present. Most of the times I was lost of words. It was the shittiest presentation I’ve ever done, like, ever. Mind you, I normally give an above average, or fairly good presentation like I dont even feel nervous whatever shit. But this time, I have no idea why. Maybe I was blur or having one of those blanks. Anyway, the lecturer seemed to like the concept, but I strongly think we should have done more drawings and sketches to convey the idea. Like I said, I wasnt very excited about this project and that made me kinda lazy. HAHA! (ok, not funny.)

our art kiosk model

me (left) and my groupmate, Iman

And then, after the shit exam and shit presentation, all I wanted to do was go home and play with my baby sister and my rabbit. But again, another shit happened and I was stuck in jam for 1.5 hours. THE WORST JAM EVER. Usually it takes me 25 mins to get home. I was so disappointed, so stressed about the jam and everything else, I cried in the car. hahahaha (now, that’s funny).

Got home, I went straight to my room, didn’t even say hi to mum and cried again. haha. So emo la this girl. Then, I toughened up, lied to myself that everything will be okay, took a shower, and head downstairs to buka puasa.

Hmm.. fasting month, afterall, is a month to test your patience. Maybe there’s a bright side to all of these. I’m sure there is.

Anyway, right now I’m not sure if architecture really is for me. Maybe I just need to get inspired. I just hope that I’ll be excited for next project. And another. and another. Atleast enough to sustain me until I get my part 2, or part 3. I’ll figure out what I want I really to do once I finish my studies.

Maybe, just maybe, I get to become an artist.

p.s, yesterday might be a bad day for me, but not today. Had a good time shopping with my mum and spending the day with her.

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Aida: Umi, umi, nak buat cake!

Umi: oh, nak buat cake apa?

Aida: Nak buat chocolate blueberry cake! Ni ada resipi ni.

Umi: mana, nak tengok.

*Aida gave mum a recipe she had written down*

Umi: Cake apa ni Aida? Masuk 5 biji telur… hm… kenapa pelik resipi ni, macam nak buat pancake je?

Aida: Buat la umi, buatlaaaaa!

Umi: Aida dapat mana resipi ni?

Aida: oh, Aida reka sendiri. hehehe..

Umi: =___=”

Aisyah: =___=”

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With classes! and some other things. yes, I’ve started semester 4, it’s the third week now and we already had 3 days 2 nights class trip to Malacca! It was more like a vacation trip than an educational one. Everyone was free to explore on their own. I had fun shopping, and museum hopping. One thing though, the sun was blazing HOT!

SO freaking tired we decided to recharge in the museum. hahah From left: Ujai, Iman, me and Pierre.

Polaroid photo. My favourite shot! From left: Aisyah, Danang, Cindy, Iman and Hafidz.

Tun Tan Cheng Lock Street, I think. By Pierre/Ujai

river. taken by Pierre/Ujai

Sadly, I didn’t bring my digicam so I only had my dSLR, and I don’t always use it. Sometimes I still need my digicam. oh well.

Oh, funny thing is, I met my bestie, Syad there. I totally forgot that she’s studying there. Thank god she randomly called me. So we had iftar together.  And apparently, I had my first asam pedas! It was spicyyyyy! hahaha. Will post more pics from my Fisheye soon!

Ok, gotta run. Bye!

Oh yea, btw, Anyone has Tumblr?  I actually created my account long time ago, but only started to use it last night! hahah I need more people to follow, so let me know if you have one! Follow me! Teehee! (haha, damn excited this woman)

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“who wanted to hug you anyway? BOO!” I said, covering my disappointment.

“awak buat apa?”

“watching movie. why?”

“oh, I want to watch also” she said, with her cute high pitch voice but with a bit of childish ego.

“yeah, sure, you can lie beside me” I said, as I threw myself on my bed. However, she didn’t join me, and went for the bathroom instead. She left the door open, so I thought she wanted to take a piss but then I heard,

“uuuh. uhhhhh”

“AIDA BERAK KE???” I screamed.

“uh-huh” she answered calmly.

“TUTUP LA PINTU!”

She giggled.

After she finished her little business, she said goodbye and went out of my room leaving me baffled of her motive. Of all the bathrooms in the house, why mine? Why did she even bother to run upstairs just to use my bathroom while she could have conveniently used the one downstairs? She even said she wanted to join me watch the movie, but why didn’t she? She always join me watch movies. Hmm… interesting.

She never fail to amuse me ever since she was born over 8 years ago. I still think that she’s a baby sometimes but it’s not fair to not want her to grow up cause she has to. I guess this is pretty much how parents feel about their kids.

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And, out of nowhere, in the middle of sewing, and jumping around the house, I went through the first malay wedding tradition phase, merisik. Eddie came with his parents, and eventhough it was not the first time I’ve met his parents, for some reason, I was nervous during the whole time they were talking. I had sweaty palms, and I was trying not to shake my legs. I think I did a good job at hiding it but inside, my heart was pounding hard especially when his mother pulled out a ring. The ring we both picked just the day before, and it still made me nervous.

Honestly, I didn’t really expect a merisik tradition since, traditionally the purpose was to ask whether the girl has anyone else or not, and to accept the ring means to accept the guy. However, these days, I think accepting the ring is like making a promise that the girl agrees, and that she’s not going to accept anyone else’s proposal. But he said his family kinda practice the traditions so..
Anyway, we didn’t really do it the traditional way. No poetry, but just casual words. I think if there was a poem, my dad would be even more nervous than I was. haha. The ring wasn’t even compulsory, but he said he wanted to give me one. Oh, he also brought chocolates, quite a lot, more than enough for my family.

Anyway, during the feast, my nervousness subdued (maybe I was nervous partly because I was so darn hungry). Since my dad was talking to his dad, and my mum talking to his mum, it was only the two of us left. I was a lil’ shy to talk to him too much so we just talked a bit and mostly spent the time eating the food. It’d be awkward to just sit, and do nothing. Plus, I love roti jala and lamb kuzi, it’s one of my favourite Kelantanese dish. In the end, to my surprise (and my parents) I had half of my plate filled with the bones, concrete evidence of the amount of food I consumed. I looked over at Eddie’s plate and saw that he had eaten as much. Heck, we even shamelessly moved the roti jala next to us for easy access. Haha. I’ve just lost over 3 kilos as result of my super lazy “diet” so I thought I deserved a lil’ treat for myself, though I agree, it didn’t necessarily have to be during merisik.

Hopefully his parents didn’t mind that I’m a big eater. At least, I’ve proven that I’m not anorexic. Plus, it’s not like I’m fat (by the standard definition) so I really hope that they don’t mind. Haha. Before they left, we gave them some Serunding and lil’ serunding popiah my grandma just brought from Kelantan. All in all, it went well.

I was a little numb after that, unable to believe what has just happened, and how. Then, I continued another round of roti jala and lamb kuzi. Haha. Later, I started to feel happy and freaked out. I still am. I mean, I’m not even 20 (yet!) and I’m already going through this? Good luck.

So, there you go, what happened on Saturday. Now that the weekend is over, so is my food indulgence pass. Oh well.

Oh yea, my birthday is just around the corner, and I’m wondering what should I buy as a gift for myself. I wanted to get a watch but Eddie wants to give me one so I’ll just have to find another gift for myself. Plus, I forgot my brithday is coming up so I forgot to save up for a watch. I kept thinking to save up to buy a watch on November, for some reason. Weird. Anyway, maybe I’ll get a new set of makeup or a pair of nice shoes.

p.s, for some reason wordpress published this entry prematurely eventhough I clicked save as draft. weird.

p.p.s, It’s so weird having this ring on my finger. But I love the ring! hehe

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Yes, I’ve been missing for quite a while. and I’m still very much alive. hoho. So, the week before my Studio 1 final project was really hectic. I spent  four days doing my model only to realize the measurements were so messed up I couldn’t even assemble the pieces, and re-doing the model was the only worthy thing to do.

So, after I realized I only had exactly less than 48 hours to do my model AND presentation board, I spent about 2 hours of my time panicking in the middle of the night. Out of desperation, I called a few of friends to come over and help me. To cut the story short, Syad, Syida helped me with the site model. Eddie and Mediha helped me with the model. On Thursday, which was the submission day, I was very much behind, so much, that Eddie was willing to take an emergency leave to come over and help finish the model.  My mum and my sister helped as well. A million thanks to them for all the help and support. Love them much!

In short, it was really really hard for me. There was always something else that happened to make the whole process… challenging. There was lots of sweat, tears and burns, literally. I even fell sick for a day and a half while I was working on it and it sucked, yeah. I even almost gave up cause I  thought my design was really bad. haha.

Presentation Day.

on wall: A0 presentation board. on table: 1:100 study models, sketches compilations, drawings, portfolio, and 1:50 final model

I wasn’t quite confident about my design, but I tried to console myself. Forced other people to tell me that I’m awesome (haha) and after a few jumping jacks outside of the classroom, I regained a bit confidence and presented. In the end,  I did quite well, I think. One of the critiques liked my design and she said that my design was quite mature and that I’ve put a lot of thoughts into it.  Coming from her, I do feel it’s quite a big compliment and I’m so glad.

Click to enlarge.

I’m pretty much proud of it. Whatever the grades turn out to be, so be it. I gave my best (tho I know there’s always a room for more).

Oh, and in case if you’re curious, the house is based on the concept of Illusion of Vertigo. Basically I was trying to make the house to act like an adrenaline rush generator. It’ll be located on the edge of a sea cliff and it’s gonna be really exhilarating to be in the house.

Okay, now, let’s move on.

After the presentation day, I’ve been spending my time going out with my sister. I bought a Pattern Making for Fashion Designers book and it’s been really helpful for my recent project, though it’s only a shift dress but it’s satisfying the fact that I drafted everything myself. hehe.

my sister, Arina

me, a little koo-koo. as always.

I wanted to put a sneak preview of my newly sewn dress but the pictures turned out blurry so… no peek-a-boo. sorry! and.. err… don’t ask me why I’m putting up the pictures instead. haha. ok bye.

pssst, I’m currently in Port Dickson at the moment. Aida wanted to go to the beach so my dad made a last-minute short trip here. lol.

and I accidentally disabled commenting. WTF. grrr…

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Anyway, It was about within the last 30 minutes before we bought everything when I was standing still thinking about my options. We were already drained by then. Eddie at that time was more or less 4 feet away from me. Suddenly, I heard Eddie yelled, “JANGAN LANGGAR KAKAK TU!”

I turned, and to my surprise, I saw a boy, who was just about  7 years old pushing the trolley slowly and looking at Eddie, terrified. After the boy walked past me, I asked him,

Me: Eddie, what happened?
Eddie: Ohh, that kid was going quite fast with the trolley. So I told him to slow down.
Me: Oh? I didn’t see..
Eddie: Yes… but he slowed down when he got near you.
Me: oh okay.

I kept quiet. Trying to digest. A min later, I talked to him.

Me: Eddie, did you know you just yelled at the poor kid?
Eddie: What? No? I thought I was speaking softly.
Me: umm no, it was like a loud, strong, authoritative command. Well, loud enough for me to hear at least.
Eddie: Oh really? I didn’t realize!
Me: Hun, he was just a kid.
Eddie: I know! But I was scared he might hit you. He was going dangerously fast and you were in his path.
Me: OMG you yelled at kid because of that?!
Eddie: Yeaaaah…

HAHAHA I burst into laughter. We both did. We laughed about how protective Eddie was being even though he was worn out and that was just a kid! I know Eddie could be protective. But, I never thought he’d be protective to that extend! Poor random kid, he got scolded because someone’s boyfriend is too protective. Garang betul abang ni. hahaha

Such a sweetheart.

p.s, so so super tired. gonna watch Gossip Girl’s latest episode and sleep! taaaa

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(haha what an intro. ah, whatever)

You know how people become grumpy, tired or weird when they’re lack of sleep right? Well as for me, I become stupid when I’m lacking sleep. Lack as sleep as in, no sleep at all. Stupid as in my brain becomes so slow in processing and I sometimes can’t connect what people are saying.

Anyway, I had an interim critique last Friday. And since I got mixed up with some submission deadlines, and also headaches, I had to pull an all-nighter the night before. After the presentation, I got home feeling excited because it’s study leave week! yeay! hoho. Then I got so excited to dye my new white shirt. I just got it and thought it was too white for me. So I wanted to dye it pale yellow. I went to the store. And executed the dyeing process in my mum’s RM3k cookware. I was kinda afraid that my mum would scold me for ruining her kitchen cookware and utensils like what happened in some of my previous projects but that’s beside the story.

So, after I happily dyed the shirt for THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. EVER. (mind you it’s a new dress),

the shirt turned out to be…

OMAIGAAAATZZZZZ FUCKING YELLOW!

Ok, here’s what happened. I dissolved the dye in boiling water. Next, I added salt and a bit more water, exceeding the recommended portion. Then, instead of putting in a test fabric, which I had already prepared, I accidentally tossed in the shirt into the pot! I panicked, so I quickly took the shirt out, added a bit more water. But I didn’t add much cause I was afraid if the color wont turn out even. So I put the shirt back in and prayed. No, actually I simmered for 20 minutes.

Then I thought. oh, how yellow could it be? Then zomaigod, to my surprise… GAH!

LIKE A  CLASSIC RAINCOAT OKAY!

So,here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna bleach it or maybe use pre-dye to turn the colour pale. But it seems like, using a pre-dye is probably safer for the fabric.

Now, let’s move on to next story.

So today, (should be yesterday by now) I went to Ikea to get some stuffs for my room. Yes, FYI, I moved my Mac, my working tables, my tools and everything back up to my room because I miss sleeping in my room. (I’m a bit workaholic so I’d like to sleep where I work, and where my Mac is of course). So, anyway, when I was there with Eddie, he mentioned that he was skeptical about a woman assembling furniture. I smirked, confident that I can  definitely do it, and actually do a good job. I mean, I’m a tough, independent woman. Of course, I can do it.  Pfft.

Then, went home. Excited again. Took out the drawer frame to be assembled. Saw the manual. Read it briefly. Ok. Easy. Grabbed a hammer. Hammered. Suddenly unsure. Referred back to manual. Hammered. A bit confused. Then back to hammering. knocked. knocked. and knocked.

DONE.

Now, time to screw in the footers.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Something is wrong here.

Flipped the frame.

Oh crap.

Can you spot the problem? can you? can you?

hahahaha I know right! How silly is that! (if you can’t see the problem, then too bad for you!)

Then, I cursed. I tried to take ‘em off but it was too tight. Too strong. Couldn’t do it. It was nearly impossible. Realizing that, I couldn’t stop cursing and regretting. I should’ve been more careful. More attentive. More… brainy.

Then, called Eddie cause I panicked and I didn’t know what to do.(haha aku ni asek panik je melampau) We laughed really hard about it. hahahahahahaha.

I was kinda embarrassed to show to my parents. I didn’t want them to be disappointed by my level of silliness of course. Not like I’m egoistic or something, I ,mean, come onnnn. Then he said I should ask my brother to help and see what he could do. I didn’t think anything could be done to fix it.

Then, whined to Danang about it though YM. I guessed he laughed like hell, asking me to tweet the photo. What kind of friend is he? I’ m so sad you know. But he said he’ll get sad and cry if I didn’t tweet it so I am now blogging the photo to make him happy and hopefully he’ll treat me wantan noodle. hahaha. Also, of course I’m blogging because I now have a no.1 and probably, the one and only fan. His identity will remain anonymous so don’t perasan okay.

Back to the topic. So after trying to dismantle the frame, with a lot of knocking, and failed terribly, I texted Eddie that I gave up and gonna buy a new one. Again, he asked me to ask my brother to help and he told me that it can be fixed. I didn’t believe him. If you think he’s optimistic, you’re wrong. It’s called faith. Google it.

A while later my dad came in to my room and asked me what did I buy and I braced my self and showed him the wrongly assembled frame. He asked how did I assemble it and he took a hammer, and started knocking. After only 3 knocks, it was dismantled.

I was like.. WTF JUST HAPPENED! HAHAHAHAHA. I struggled like mad and he made it look so easy! hahah. He then assembled it back, with a lot less hammering than I did of course and yeay!

I am really really happy. It really made me realize how I’m lacking in physical strength, but it’s okay. I have my dad. My brother and now.. hm.. well you get the picture. Now, Aisyah can live  happily ever after in her more organized room.

THE END.

Do you like my story? Do you? Do you? hahaha

I haven’t had enough sleep last night (again, which explains the level of brain efficiency)  I’m off to bed now! BUBYE PEOPLE! TEEHEE!

oh yeah, btw the dyeing process did not ruin anything. Like, d’uhh it’s meant for fabric, not metal.

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Anyway, fart. yes. We all know its rude and embarrassing for a girl to fart, unlike ‘em boys who have the luxury to fart and scratch their bums in public without being judged. No need to go through that. We girls can’t do that and get away with it. So, ever wonder why girls “do not” fart? Well, reality, guys. As a person, a human being, homo sapiens, we do fart, unfortunately.

We were outside a mosque, after prayers, mum, brother and I, waiting for dad to get the car.

Mum: Oh.. I just farted.

She said in a relieved tone.

Me: How do you always manage to do it discreetly?

Mum: The art of farting takes years of experience, my dear.

Me: I see.

One day, I hope I’ll be able to fart subtly. Just like my mum.

Anyways, I just wanna say, to all girls out there, don’t hold your fart. An average fart per day is about 16 times. Hold it long enough, you’ll explode by the end of the day.  You may apologize after you fart. Otherwise, you could learn to do it discreetly. I know I can’t. and my friends know too. hahahaha

Just a word of advice. If you know you have a bad stomach ache, don’t fart in public. Run for the toilet. You might get surprised of the things that could come with the series of smelly fart. You know you’ve been through that. ahahaha

Oh oh, the facial mask. Is it working? Do I look pwetteyh????

and yeah, I shouldn’t have smiled. It took me a great deal of effort to smile in that okay! haha

BYE!

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