Laundry Nightmare

Can’t remember the last time I did laundry. Maybe a month ago?

I guess I abandoned them too long that they gang up against me.

3 bags of laundry. 3 washer machines. 4 dryers & 4 times going to laundry room later,  this is me.


4 rounds of sweeping and mopping on top of the laundry business, I’m gonna have a guuuuuuudnight sleep. Especially on my freshly washed bedsheet.

Goodnight errone! I might just skip Sunday and wake up on Monday.


Exciting Happenings

Oh, how I’ve missed this space!

So many things happened this past one and a half weeks. Where do I begin?

Shall begin with: DESIGN REVIEW IS OVVAH! Finally over. Less agony fo sho. The days leading to this D-Day has definitely (as usual) been a roller coaster ride.

Sleeping past 3am for a week (or more AND waking up early morning), being chased out by security guard for staying past school hours for two consecutive days, interesting conversation with taxi drivers and least important of all, me falling. Exciting enough for you? Drama enough for you?

I typed all this but truth is I’m still in disbelief that cutting, gluing, sticking things together here and there is over.


Trust me, it felt like it was never going to end.

The only mantra that kept me going, ‘ At some point in your life, you gotta graduate. Others might just graduate while waiting for you to finish this. Chop! Chop!’


I felt like I was working in party favours factory.


Sighhh… things that kept me up all night.


Time check: 2.40am.

Reality check: No commitments till Monday. (Gahhhh! Isn’t this exciting!!?)

If I managed to use my energy squeezing glue for the past few days, what’s a bit more energy squeezing the glue all over me right?


The Glue & I are gonna bond together on the bed. (Get the pun? >.<)

Till next post, think twice about doing architecture.

P.s: Thank you Fiqah & Shafa for the morning wake up calls all the way from the continents of Asia and Africa. I’ll credit you gals in my graduation speech.

Oh and, I know we are humorous and all but please, no wake up call for later.

Darn it!

After last week, I realised that I have a knack at asking damnedest questions. Yup, plural.

*Few years ago*

Me: Bro, what happened to you? (I saw partial of hind of his palm scalded.)

Bro: Oh, it’s army training. POW style.

Me: What did they do?

Bro: Scald me? *giving me judgemental look*

Me: Okay, since it’s training, why didn’t they just scald the entire palm?

I.SWEAR. It came out before I could even think.

*Fasting Month*

-Iftar with my Munich ladies-

Friend: This is nice, catching up over food.

Another friend: Yeah, we should do this again. Let’s have a Raya gathering!

Me: *all hyped up*  Yeah! Shall we set a dressing code – all wear baju raya?

Awkward silence + all eyes on me.

Friend: Aqilah’s at it again.

All laugh.


*Last week*

I had dinner at my cousin’s friend place and we were on the topic of married couples trying for children after a decade of marriage and conceiving medically as well as traditionally. In giving example to not give up and lose faith, he referenced Prophet Zakariya (a.s). He (and his wife) were old and had no children after being married for a looooong time. He made a dua (supplication), and Allah rewarded his effort with a child.

Friend: … Y’know Prophet Zakariya (a.s), is an example of a married couple who had children after being in a marriage for a long time. He tried everything, IVF didn’t work so they finally tried for the traditional massage and the couple finally conceived.

Me: Wait, WHAT!? Prophet Zakariya (a.s), and his wife had IVF!?

Everyone just burst out laughing. Thanks guys. *Thumbs up*

It was a genuine ‘WHUUUAATTT!?’

Friend: Nooo…. My friend had IVF. Why would Prophet Zakariya (a.s) have IVF?

Gah. Punctuation people. Punctuation.


In the meantime, please excuse me, I need to upgrade my hearing system. This glitch has got to stop.

Have a good weekend!


Such a beautiful, day, last week.

T’was warm. Sun was out. Was in a nice small city filled with rich history (and rich schools).



Don’t know what these looks like to you. But sure does look like a good day to me!

With that, we decided to go punting. Couldn’t think of a better way to rest our legs and get a good information on universitiessss there from a local.




Pakcik juuuuuust had to photobomb kan? Pfft.


Interesting Fact: D’you know that students aren’t allowed to work at all and they’re paid (not from their parents) to study.

Reality check: That glimmer of hope just died for me. I wouldn’t pay me to study either. But hey! Who knows? Might wake up being extra genius tomorrow 😝.


🌎: Cambridge, UK.