Pics : highlight on tmn negara. Post : something else.

All hail IKEA Meatballs, they rock my socks.

I just discovered that almost every post I blogged about I just can't help mention about the assignment I'm having right now, weird to start with, but I am one good person who can't live without assignments and work. Well, never mind that.
Finally submitted working drawings No, no, it should be a post without the assignment list.
So yes, I was pushing myself quite hard in improving my writing skills by dumping all the new vocabs I learnt throughout the holidays and applied it whenever I felt that it was appropriate. I thought it was nothing to be ashamed of, until someone actually pointed it out and at that moment, I felt rather insulted, honest. But after all, it is my own problem to fix, so can't blame no one. Instead, I am glad that there are still people actually noticed my all-time-problem and actually bother helping me out. No one knows whether it will work but it's always worth a try. We have an attempt number 86 right here (no, it's a random number.) , we're gonna tackle short architecture articles and writeups. Maybe I should start picking up from there. I really need to get it started, but this house doesn't really offer a good reading atmosphere.


Blame it yes i will. It's the spatial arrangement, the architecture (chewah) itself to begin with. Co-users, yours truly, has not been utilizing the second floor space for almost a year, as the air conditioning for the bedroom is suckier than the good old fan spinning its way at the living room ceiling. Since then we have two bedsheet lying around the living room and there's no more "let's go upstairs". Therefore the co-users now only utilize the ground floor space. Living room = bedroom, kitcken, dining room with a computer nearby, and that spot where the washing machine is located. Whenever I'm not on facebook, or gmail, you can spot me right at the bedroom, more like, the floor, sleeping. And oh, effingYI, the time I spent at this space is less than 10 hours a day. I really don't know when is the perfect time, and where is the perfect spot to let me actually pick up the book on the floor, and start flipping through it, before the short concentration span ends and I'd go unconcious.

Oh I felt so much comfortable to blog like this.
Didn't expect the post to end like this. but, whatever.

When was the last time I update my youtube page again?

Tired

i. hate. egg. apparatus.
i. hate. egg. apparatus.
i. hate. egg. apparatus.
i. hate. egg. apparatus.
i. hate. egg. apparatus.
i. hate. egg. apparatus.
i. hate. egg. apparatus.
i. hate. egg. apparatus.
i. hate. egg. apparatus.

and i don't miss technical drawing.

cents?

"I wonder how you study lying on the bed like that."
"Mind your own business, everyone has their own way of studying."
"But you slept after half an hour all the time."
"Like I said, everyone has their own way of studying."


Is it just me or he's not making sense at all?