As some of you might already aware of, I like to create things. Though I know I’m not as great as many other hobbyists, I know I’m good to a certain extend. I know that I have taste, but I have yet to express it. I won’t call myself a fashion designer even though I design my own patterns now because I’m not even sure if I’m making clothes or fashion. Fashion are not clothes and vice versa. Fashion is more than just clothes. There’s something about it that makes people very nervous about. Clothes are just something that people wear. There are cute clothes and ugly clothes. And there’s fashion.

Anyway, the thing is, I get demotivated really easily, especially when that criticism comes from people whom I care about, like my mum. I think she doesn’t really know the art of criticism that what she says can be harsh and insulting. Lets say when I try to pitch her my ideas about my projects, she goes to saying something rather negative directly, often short without any explanation. Sure, it does make me take a step back and rethink but mostly, it stirs the impression that maybe I’m just not good enough. I’m already hearing criticism or comments from other people and all I want to hear is a bit of confident boost so that I’ll make something better in that direction.Despite all that, in the end, I still manage to find strength to work my way through it, and kick ass.

Telling my mum about my next garment making project isn’t going to do me any good as she doesn’t see my point of view. I regret the fact that I consulted her and well, it influenced my direction and I was mislead. In the end, I hated the result, thinking I should’ve made it what I wanted it to be in the first place. Sometimes I know what she says is true but I was in denial. I learn things on my own, a self-taught and along the way, sometimes I make mistakes and stumble. But that’s okay, I should allow myself to make mistakes.

So, in short, the lesson learned is:

a) When in doubt, keep it simple.

b) When something doesn’t feel right, it doesnt. Follow your guts. Learn to trust your instincts.

c) Plan ahead, and go for it.

And I think, these three lessons are applicable for many cases.

The reason why I’m writing this is because I made a few clothes over the weeks and I have one that’s unfinished because I really hate it and do not even wish to continue working on it cause I feel like it’s not worth it, (there goes 30 bucks of fabric). One, which I’m not too sure of, I think it looks too androgynous but the fit is great. Another one that I can’t decide whether to hate it or love it because I screwed up the fit and it went off a lil’ bit and I’m just a goddamn perfectionist.

On the bright side, I’ve lost a few kilos (and a bit of boobies) so I enjoy looking at my stripped bod in front of the mirror right now, (except after I had lunch) imagining myself having those hate-it-or-love-it stick figure bods we see on the runway. I know I sound vain, but deep down, aren’t we all?  We just hate to admit it.

p.s, I want to fly to US , buy a whole lot of Aldo shoes and live with them.

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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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I can’t believe I finally own it! I’ve been wanting to own a lomo myself since last year in June or so. Wanted an Actionsampler, then a Fisheye, then suddenly I got interested with Diana F+, then, I got itchy to get a polaroid, then back to Diana F+ then back to Fisheye. After a long, long, consideration, and hours and hours of searching for a good deal online, I’ve finally decided to settle for Fisheye No.2.

and it’s PINK! gagaga

The reason why I’ve been putting off buying a lomo is that I had not been able to save the money (a girl has her needs okay). Then again, I guess it definitely was a blessing in disguise that I put this off for so long cause I’m able to have it in pink! FYI, pink is the new edition of Fisheye No.2 (they had chrome before).Oh, How can you resist such a pretty color!

Hello

I could get the white one, but pink seems more fun and exciting, just how a lomo should be. I bought this at Mooks, Pavilion for RM285, same price as the white one, but the black one is retailing the cheapest, RM250. Lucky for me, it’s Chinese New Year holidays, and everyone seemed to be out of town and OMG, the roads in KL were so smooth and I felt like going here and there, get lost, just to enjoy the beauty of KL without the honking and drastic breaking. So perhaps that’s one of the reason contributing to why was I so eager to get one. Quite spontaneous actually.

Anyway, the camera has a flash and captures a view of nearly 180 degrees. Also as an addition to the previous version, Fisheye One, it has several shooting mode, normal shooting with fixed aperture (f/8) and shutter (1/100), and long exposure (BULB). Plus, it has a multi-exposure switch that lets you capture as much shots as you want into one frame. Although normally people combine only up to four shots in a frame or else you’ll get just shit picture, nothing- you-can-make-of, unpleasant abstract photo. If you do it right, (or if you’re lucky) you can get a really amazing multi exposure photos. No.2 also has a fisheye viewfinder mounted on a hotshoe. This means you can add additional flash to enhance your images. It uses a standard 35mm film which you can get anywhere. The flash operates on a single AA battery.

I showed my dad the camera.

Me: try to look through the viewfinder. Spot the difference? *happy face*
Dad: er…
Me: It’s fisheye view!
Dad: *straight face*
Me: It uses film, though. Much more exciting.
Dad: How much?
Me: RM285
Dad: I don’t see the point.

Hmm. That’s my dad. One problem with this camera though. The pink color is apparently attracting my sister, Aida to play around with it. Remember what she did to my iMac? yeap, I’m scared.

Also, I managed to get an ISO 800 film (which is pretty rare). So I can shoot indoors without worrying too much if my pictures will turn out dark, yeay! On the downside, pictures might get overexposed in very bright condition. However, I’ll process the film first before I try another type of film, and perhaps keep trying different films to see which one works for me. I’ve actually tried a lomocam before, an Actionsampler I borrowed from a friend a while ago but I’ve yet to process the film and I’m very curious to see how they turn out!

Oh, I still can’t believe I finally own this! I’m so so happy!! Welcome to the family, Miss Pink Fisheye. Meet my boyfriend iMac, and my travel companion, Canon 1000D and my sewing machine, and my overlocking sewing machine. hahah. I wish I still have my deleted entries so I could link ‘em. and no, that doesn’t mean I regret deleting my old posts.

I’m so excited weeee!! xD *jumps around the house* How can I emphasize on how happy I am? hahah.

p.s, Anyone knows where to get slide films in Klang valley or in KL?

p.p.s, What the hell is lomo? See collections of photos taken by Fisheye cameras.

p.p.p.s, Saffawati has one, too. =D

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Stayed at home. Morning class cancelled. Didn’t do any assignments, was feeling messed up. Don’t wanna talk about this day.

Move on.

Wednesday, February 10th – The day Azima left Malaysia

Had class from 8am-12pm. Then, went bowling and had Wendy’s for lunch. Then, went home, compiled printed photos as a gift for Azima. Took me one hour then suddenly Asma came to pick me up to go to KLIA (KL International Airport) and by then I didn’t have the time to take a bath. Heck, I didn’t have the time to change.
*insert curses here*

Then, off to KLIA together with Azima, after we picked up Wafi and Imran. Imran was wearing a pretty gay shirt. They then dropped the bomb.

Wafi: Kitorang couple sekarang.
Me: Whaat? *jaw drops* Are you F* serious?
Imran: yeaah. Kenapa? Salah ke?
Me: Nooo. It’s just that, korang dulu bukan ada gf semua ke?
Imran: Yelah, tapi kitorang dah jadi gay sekarang
Wafi: Tido sama-sama pakai boxers je.
Me: ooohkay. woww. korang dah maju. hahaha.

I was sitting with them in the backseat and caught them making out. But I couldn’t be bothered that much. Was holding back tears. haha.

We chilled at McD while waiting for Azima to board. Laughed laughed laughed. Snaped snaped snaped. Laughed again. Then cried. (no pictures)

Those who came

four girls, Shlyn, Azima, Aisyah, Asma. (my face look weird here. oh well)

Looks like we have more male friends then female...?

aaar, Imran blocked my face!! grrr

(from left) meet Ehsan, Aisyah, Asma and, Mr.Mc Donald.

Four gorgeous girls and... uh... Mr.Usop. haha

After sending off Azima, we hung out at Burger King cause I was so hungry. Some of us left, leaving only Usop, Kai, Abu, Imran, Wafi and I. Then, since the guys were going to go somewhere to hang out, and I needed to go home, I asked someone to pick me up and send me home. hehe  :p

Got home. Did my assignment. Stayed up very late and had only one hour of sleep.

Oh, btw, it turned out, they’re not actually gay, they were just messing with me. -____-”

Thursday, February 11h – Surviving the day

Woke up late again. Rushed to college. Felt sleepy. Finished morning class at 10am. Had a curry puff for lunch. Then crashed Cindy’s place and had a nap for 1 hour. Went back to college with her for Design 1 class. Felt hungry, went down and bought a Kit Kat Chunky. Did my presentation on my model. hah. So fucked up cause it’s the last minute assignment again. Sheesh. Then, during the second half of the class, I got hyper and took cardboard cut outs and played gun shooting quietly with Danang and shot random people in the class. Some died tragically, and some seemed to be bulletproof and… so… serious.

Class ended. So happy. It’s holidaysssss!

Anyway, that evening, met up with someone. Had some toast with kaya and butter and iced chocolate drink at Old Town White Coffee. Also, I laughed horribly out of control. Sorry.

Went home, saw some mee rojak but didn’t eat. Went online, chat with some friends until 7.30pm then fell asleep.

Friday, February 12th – Null

Woke up at 3.38am, feeling slightly confused. Went back to sleep at 4.38am. Woke up at 8am. Then went back to sleep at 10.30am until 1.30am.  Drove to Bangi to pick up my sister at KMB and that evening, hung out with NoktahHitam, Abdusfauzi and Odin. Slept some more from 8pm to 9pm, and went early to bed at almost 12.am. hahahaha. I wasn’t even that tired to sleep that much but I felt sleepy pretty much sleepy the whole day. Headache too. Ok I know I’m rambling. So blaaah.

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Random:

Spent almost Rm50 this week.

Apparently, it’s unrealistic to allocate only RM10 per week. But I need money!!!

I think I need to take some drastic measures. Wake up earlier, and pack my own lunch. Plus, it’s healthier. Either that, or starve at school, eat curry puffs every day.

First off, I need a damn good super annoying alarm clock. Or, try to sleep earlier.

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Miss you Ms. Azima Zahdi pimbolipotpetpotpet!

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okay, now if you are too slow to catch the difference,  I deleted everything. I mean, EVERYTHING. on purpose. It was hard at first, but I did it. Link exchangers, do let me know to put up your links, I’ve lost all the links. I didn’t make any backup.

Anyway, it looks very clean now. I like.

and.. about the car accident, I’ll post the pictures when I’ve got ‘em from the police.

Now, let me re-introduce myself.

HELLO, my name is Aisyah Rozi.

nice to meet you.

ps, to those bloggers who have been plagiarizing my entries, go f* urself.
ps, the big ass font is done on purpose.

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