Ultimate super-uber-duper-mega awesome project given today: Bake a cake and eat it slowly (while drawing each change) during class next Friday. How awesome is that?

I'm thinking a decadent cake made of layers of brownies and mint cheesecake topped with a dark chocolate ganache.

I must admit that the mint/chocolate pairing is amazing and the person who came up with it should be hugged... HARD.

Oh, great, I just made myself hungry. Nevermind, there's leftovers.

I should probably start baking the night before... but just in case, I'll make samplers. :O

What I really should do right now is get off Pinterest, onto my bed, turn on the laptop with a notebook beside me and figure out how Steven Holl seems like me.

Let me preface this post by mentioning that my lovely lecturers have given each of us a high profile 'client' to work with and was chosen based on our observed personality or points in whatever we've designed. They gave me Steven Holl.

Now, if I described myself as I am perceived in the public eye it would sound a lot like:
Calm, collected, bright spark, people oriented, loves and lives in the human-nature interaction, focusing on the correlation between spaces personalities and moods, light in relation to a space and light in relation to the medium of expression, cavalier, motivated if it suits me, and all around awesome.
The reality is that I'm not quite sure what the general public sees me as.
Also when I don't like something it usually goes the way of 'masuk telinga kiri keluar telinga kanan' which is honestly what I do when I think the feedback was wholly unnecessary.

I like glass and metal and wood but only in pairs and not too much of each unless the façade warrants it. It's quite difficult to use if you want to bear in mind the eventual inhabitants and how they might interact in a new system. Design thinking based on the word green and the words good-for-the-soul. If it had anything to do with me it would probably have a lot to do with personal discovery, interaction and displays of human emotion AND whether or not it feels good. If it feels bad, don't do it which is probably why I'm not so keen on negative reinforcement oftentimes.

What I already DID was to have gotten off Pinterest and blah-blah-blah... What I am doing now though is spacing out while typing this. Pursuant to posts on twitter that I had written shortly before: "... sensitive crafting of space, materials, and light." Oh, I seeeeeeee... Ego much?"

It seems that I perhaps tried to correlate his (Mr. Holl) methods into my own thereby raising my self worth... Hence the ego trip I just had which lasted about 10 minutes.

I still have to write a script so I can record me talking over the stop motion-animation thing which is really about my lunch. So, to sum up the things I have left to do:
- Read reader
- Do necessary writing and spaces based on readings and lecture
- Script for stop-motion animation
- Printing and stuff for my presentation at 3ish PM with Cikgu NoHumour. Honestly, why I keep getting Cikgu NoHumour is beyond me. I cannot begin to explain to you how much dread we (and I'm speaking for the class) have when we have to face said Cikgu NoHumour. But oh, well. Sabar je lah.
- Tape Melby roster ironing out of to see who's good and who's not.
- Fill in papers to give back to Sara so she can do up the contract.
- Update the blog with links to specific projects so that it's easier for everything to be accessed because I always gripe about inaccessible blogs and websites and lo, mine's a flippant mirror of it. Bah.

Oh, and I got my TFN finally. I can now do random jobs and get paid proper.
Also, I might just get an internship thingy for summer after all!

My first Raya open house in Melbourne was wonderful! I'm definitely doing it again next year. No lontong though, Nasi Kerabu pulak. :D

Anyway, my thoughts seem a little bit scattered today due to my brain relaxing but there's no rest for the wicked. I away to a full day meeting.

Layaning JayKay at 2AM because it's what I do, at the same time writing ideas for the stop motion animation...

It's got to be random, pencil and paper based with outside paper-space props, comedic interlude, action, adventure... and all that nonsense.

There's also that instruction manual and montage.

Then there's my first Raya open house in Melbourne.
And buying stuff to prep for it... Oh, the cleaning will be a righteous biiiiiitch.

One thing I'm sick of doing is getting psyched for a movie based on a superhero I like and have it fall like a badly cooked flan. BOO.

Obligatory Annual Raya Poem (Yes, This Is The Title)

Raya is here again,
I wanted to play this on the uke.
I still don't know the chords,
Which means it won't be played on it la.

Puasa in Melbourne is alright,
From dawn to dusk is short,
Also the food is not that great
Which is why lapar pun boleh forgot.

I really miss KL
and my family and friends and cat
Because there's no free food here
And there's open house still at my flat.

This raya poem is so bad
But I can't be bothered to fix it
I have poetic licence
So you can just suck it.

Maaf Zahir and Batin.

I'm not entirely sure why I find this so hilarious...

Oh, and I went to the Melbourne Aquarium with the aunt and little cousin and have decided that being a shark/aminal feeder in the giant tank is an awesome job.

I am procrastinating with a British accent in my head! WOOOOOOOOO!

Also, checking AirAsia flights back to KL for December. Home and the monsoon season. Home and good friends and fantastic food... And my cat.

But I am severely reluctant to go on the plane because it's a lot of waiting. I don't like waiting at all.
It's just a long list of waiting. Waiting to go on transit, waiting to get to the airport, waiting to check in, waiting to get into the gate, waiting for the plane to arrive, waiting for the passengers to get off the plane, waiting for the cabin crew to clean up and prepare for the next horde, waiting for gate to open, waiting in line to get tickets checked, waiting to get to seat, waiting to arrive wherever, waiting for the seat-belt sign to turn off, waiting for food, waiting for next movie, waiting for movie to end, waiting for captain to stop yammering about how high in the air we are, waiting to fall into an uncomfortable nap, waiting for the plane to dock, waiting to get off the plane, waiting in customs, waiting for the car and finally waiting to get home. It's just a long list of waiting to do something. Have I mentioned I hate waiting and yet I procrastinate. Surprise, surprise.

I have stumbled upon a lovely band called Twelve Foot Ninja. So brilliant. SO BRILLIANT I think I have fallen in love again. hahahahah... I fuckin love ninja costumed bands. And oh, so funneh.

Reading an article on The Economist has made me realise that a greater part of society has since responded to marriage either by delaying it for much later or denying it outright. It's a scary thought to have if in a few decades children will be few for those in the higher income bracket, a majority of expensive and elitist schools will close down leaving the remainder the given authority to become more expensive and more elitist, education as a business will become a long lost and highly outdated business plan and there will somehow be more people with less IQ and EQ on the planet. It reminds me, rather horrifically, of the movie Idiocracy.

The article writes that a majority of these marriage delays and rejections are by women in the higher income and education bracket, and of which, a large number of come from Asian countries. What really is going on is the rejection of the male dominated society where the man does nothing and his wife does everything. The onset of education and equal rights have given women a reason to say no to a lifetime of servitude to men who have been coddled by society.

I quote from a friend, Abby, who Tweeted "So weird, mom always make me look like I don't help enough. But the boys at home seems like they don't need to help at all. Equality much." and shortly after "Oh, anak lelaki tak payah buat kerja. Lelaki. Perempuan je kena buat kerja. Okay." (Oh, sons don't have to do work. Men. Only women have to do work. Okay.)

It's this general and very outdated consensus that men, as the primary breadwinner, suffers the stress of bringing home the proverbial bacon while the wife sits at home solely to raise children, clean the house and cook a meal. WRONG. A majority of the women I know are successful business owners who have decided that a career is more important and that they want to build and empire on solid ground before embarking on the creation of a family and a brood of children that will cost at least half a million each. Children and marriage is an expensive endeavour if you want to do it right.

So, my point is that if the menfolk want their wives, the share of chores will have to be divided equally, just as our Western counterparts. Otherwise we'll go on saying 'Tak nak' to marriage.

Made plain scones. It's lovely!
Also, have run out of cream. Blast.

Later tonight is for testing out how long it takes for the cube of sugar to dissolve under a steady stream of water for the beginning of the machine. Oh, so much thought for the stupid machine.

Writing things down now because I like making to-do lists.

SCTS keeping me company while I work 'til late. I intend to sleep in tomorrow.
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.

What is with the buildings in this country? All the walls are thin! Even for the more expensive properties! D:

Oh, and as an added bonus, this is what nonsense I've been up to these few weeks...



ahahhahahahahahah...
Sekian,