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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!

I wanted to write about what happened the other night. And no, it’s not about a good night (if you know what I mean) nothing obscene, inappropriate or containing any explicit content whatsoever. Anyway, I figured I should just skip to the essence of this post -which is nothing but uh.. just an update of what I did recently.

This is a constructional model of a house, a group project of four, Meera, Cindy, and Danang, lead by me. It was pretty much a pain in the ass to figure out the construction. We had to re-construct the building and strip off the building to show the construction, much like a reverse engineering. Haha, did I just made it sound very technical and geekishly cool? Maybe, yes, depends on how you see it. Anyway, I always think engineering is cool. heheh.

Click the image above if you prefer bigger things.

So I have one week holidays now. I do have some assignments to do, nothing much. Just atleast 20 sketches of details and some boring stuffs. And also maybe think about my studio but that’s not really important. oh yeaa, Autocad too, …I think.

In times like these, it’s easy to feel depressed. Both when I’m stressed about work, and stressed about not having much thing to do. Also when I’ve recently gained weight which is a contribution factor to depression. Luckily enough, I have someone who never fails to make me happy to counteract the melancholia.

Maybe I’m just being dramatic ;p