A week prior to presentation day.

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…

Eddie and I were strolling in Ikea, finding some new furniture for my new room. It was sooo tiring. Ikea is big, and I didn’t have any idea what I was looking for. All I had were a function list and a the measurements of my rooms. On top of that, I was also on a tight budget. So, we had to find everything, analyze, calculate each and everything, see the pros and cons, the sustainability, accessibility, usability, everything, and buy only what I need. Yes, that’s a very hard thing to do for me. Eddie was smart tho. He’s very critical and helped me find just the thing for my room. 🙂

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

Omg these two days.. so fucked up okay.

(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.

I am wearing a facial mask as I’m typing this to restore my skin radiant. Of course, blogging has nothing to do with a facial mask. But I’ve been feeling ugly lately and the facial mask pack claims that it’s supposed to make me look beautiful. Oh well.

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!