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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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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Bagus, katanya, budak baik.

Aku bangga.

Tapi kepala aku masih lagi berat nak mampus aku rasa bapak aku pun lagi ringan nak didukung. (okay, buat apa nak dukung bapak aku. metafor pelik. haha)

Kemudian, tiba-tiba, tanpa seru, aku kembali kepada sofa di dalam bilik belajar ini. Wah, nikmatnya. Terima kasih mak kerana letak sofabed dalam bilik study. Sangat berguna. Aku pun tertidur. Tiba-tiba, aku bangun. Aku tengok phone, ada misscall. Tengok jam pukul 2.30 pagi tepat. Aku tengok YM kekasih aku tegur. Tapi dia dah tidur. Aku tengok skype, skandal pun tegur. Eh, manade skandal. Bohong itu. Kemudian, tiba-tiba, aku rasa segar. Aku naik bilik, basuh muka. Selesai basuh muka, aku turun tangga. Agak gerun kerana seorang diri di malam-malam. Aku pijak tangga terakhir sambil menarik nafas lega selamat.

Kemudian tiba-tiba, aku terdengar sesuatu. Seperti bunyi sesuatu yg kecil, melekit, melompat-lompat. Aku toleh ke arah pintu hadapan rumah. Wah, ada katak. HELLO!

okay, aku tipu. Itu bukan riaksi aku. I wish. haha. I was stunned. The frog was still jumping. (ni pehal English tetiba, jangan rojak boleh tak Aisyah). Then, aku pun terpaksa membuat keputusan drastik. Memilih antara membuka pintu dan membiarkan katak itu keluar. Atau, mumbuka pintu bilik study dan buat bodoh je. Katak tu macam innocent je lompat-lompat dalam rumah orang tak rasa bersalah langsung. Sungguh nakal macam budak kecil.

Kemudian, tiba-tiba aku teringat akan memori lama aku ketika kecil, membuka pintu malam-malam dan merasa sejuk di kaki. Rupanya ada seekor katak yang merasa kaki aku ni macam bantal bapak dia nak landing-landing. Ketika itu aku masih berumur 11 tahun mungkin, masih kecil, pendek kurus serta suci. Aku terkejut berok lalu terus melompat atas kereta MPV mak aku bagaikan ninja. Tipu. Aku lagi hebat dari ninja. Ninja lame setakat lompat dinding, aku lompat kereta lagi hebat. (Tapi sila jangan reveal kereta itu tak bergerak, nanti para ninja kata aku poyo. peer pressure ni)

oh, lapar gila. Oh noes lapar gila. Nasi beriyani arab tadi tak cukup ke? aduh. Penipuan.

Ok, sambung cerita. Kemudian, setelah sempat mengelamun beberapa saat, aku ambil keputusan untuk masuk bilik study cepat-cepat dan buat tak tahu. Sebab pertama ialah, aku takut perkara yang sama berulang lagi. Kedua, aku takut tu katak beracun nanti dia kencing kat aku, aku jadi cacat. Ketiga, aku takut sebab kalau katak boleh masuk rumah, binatang lain pun apa lagi? Tapi, aku berharap sangat-sangat  yang kedua dan ketiga itu tak berlaku.

Sekarang aku amat dahaga dan lapar nak mampos tapi takut nak pegi dapur. T_T

Nanti katak tu tegur aku, takut. Aku tak reti bersosial dengan katak. Nanti dia mintak cium. Ewww, dia ingat aku ni kissing booth ke apa?

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I have a very sad story with me and my car. Actually, it’s my mum’s car but she lets me drive it to college everyday these past few weeks.

I’ve been meaning to wash the car. Since two weeks ago. As usual, it didnt happen. Procrastination is very evil. Then last last Thursday, I was very determined to get my car washed.

Went to the gym in Pyramid. Saw the car wash in the parking area. Looked. Drove past it. And parked near the lift entrance.

Don’t know what happened there.

Maybe cause I was gonna see someone after gym so I have to go to the car, put all my stuffs, get my handbag, change shoes, so I didn’t wanna go look for another parking so I planned to wash my car while I see that person after gym. But then, we went out all the way to Damansara to have lunch instead. hahah. Went home, said hi to mum and she scolded me for not washing the car. Strike one.

Then, Friday, the whole day I was in a limbo. Slept too much I think. Forgot about the car. And a whole lot of other things. Mum scolded me again. Strike two.

Saturday, went to Pyramid again to watch a movie. Went to the carwash, but it’s for members only during the weekends. FML. Went home, told mum carwash so fucked up. Mum gave me me a “yeah right” face. Strike three.

Sunday, had too much sleep again. Had lamb for lunch then immediately fell asleep. Woke up feeling confused cause I dreamt that I was in a military camp and had a group bubble bath, and there was this weird guy asking me to do threesome with his girlfriend. WTF. Yes, I know this part of the entry is irrelevant.

Anyways, Monday. Oh, MONDAY. My least favourite day of the week cause this is the day I usually panic about assignments deadlines, cause I know I usually spend my weekends eating and sleeping and watching tv and sleeping. Did I mention sleeping twice? Had lamb beriyani for lunch. It was really good. Lamb in two days in a row. Shit. Anyway, then, arrived at my usual car wash at about 2.30pm. I had a happy face on. Saw the carwash was empty. Suddenly remembered they have lunch break at 2-3pm. Went home, with a sad face on.

No one was home. No mum to say hi to.  After a while, mum got home. I ran to her and said, “What time does Aida finish school?”

“at 3.30pm,” Mum said.

“I’ll pick her up today cause I’m gonna wash the car after that”

“okay”

Then, only at 5pm, after I marinated the beef to make Shish Kebab for dinner, I went to pick up Aida. haha. Sent the car to the carwash and walked to Mc Donald’s while waiting for the car. We ate ice cream while throwing the ice cream at each other’s faces and people in there was just looking at us. hahah. We are very much alike, Aida and I. Her birth convinced me that I wasn’t adopted since I am very different from my family. We are both random, fun, annoying and shameless. Only I’m going 20 and she’s turning  8.

After I got the car, went home. Feel very relieved and happy.

Good day today, good day.

Maybe this is not a sad story at all since it has a happy ending. I rock. uyeh.

Argh, some small details of this theme is so fucked up. So dead lazy to edit. Damn it.

Oh noes, did I tell you that I’d swear less. I don’t usually use swear words in my daily life ok. Internet and real life can be very different.

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tengok komen yang terakhir itu. Bagus, kan? hahah

Jika anda suka entri ini, sila komen. Bodo-bodo pun takpe. Semoga dapat menggalakkan saya untuk menulis lebih rajin.

Bye.

Pssst, Today I feel so blessed. Had awesome bread toast for breakfast, lamb beriyani rice for lunch, and Shish Kebab for dinner. Aaauuw! Thanks mum, thanks Mr. Awesome for the beriyani (and for the ehem ehem) and most of all, thank you Allah!

Ok, now, for real, bye.

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