Mimpi yang Indah

Mimpi yang indah

*Sigh* Finally a dream I'd like to remember! After a whole month of wierd, mumbo-jumbo recurring dreams, I've had one that's worth recalling.

All of my best buddies were there. Or rather, here. Anum, Eju, Fakrul, Amy, EchaEpo, Kak Ila, BabyHelmi...they were all there. Echa and Amy were rushing to catch a flight back to Tazmania, Kak Ila, Anum and the rest were sticking around for a while. And, of course there was the usual photography session with everyone busy posing for the cams. Of course, there were some wierd moments, as in all dreams. But what I remember best was that they were all there and I was happy.

I guess I'd been wanting so much to see all my best buddies again. *sigh*

Grapple this!

Grapple this!

"That is the payment I demand. Not many can afford it. I don't mean your enjoyment, I don't mean your emotion--emotions be damned!--I mean your understanding and the fact that your enjoyment was of the same nature as mine, that it came from the same source: from your intelligence, from the conscious judgment of a mind able to judge my work by the standard of the same values that went to write it-I mean, not the fact that you felt,but that you felt what I wished you to feel, not the fact that you admire my work, but that you admire it for the things I wished to be admired." He chuckled.

"There's only one passion in most artists more violent than their desire for admiration: their fear of identifying the nature of such admiration as they do receive. But it's a fear I've never shared. I do not fool myself about my work or the response I seek-I value both too highly. I do not care to be admired causelessly, emotionally, intuitively,instinctively-or blindly. I do not care for deafness, I have too much to say. I do not care to be admired by anyone's heart-only by someone's head.And when I find a customer with that invaluable capacity, then my performance is a mutual trade to a mutual profit. An artist is a trader,Miss Taggart, the hardest and most exacting of all traders. Now do you understand me?" Ayn Rand from Atlas Shrugged

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Bored

Heerrghh...

For once I'm dreading the holidays. Simply because I don't have anything to do for a whole week of nothingness. And I don't have the means to actually do something either. Pathetic? I dunno...

Sabiha is going to Sydney to visit her sister. I'll be left alone for a full four days. I'm dreading the moment I'd have to face these four walls without the prospects of any company. Even normal days seems like a bore to me with classes only two days a week. Wait, it just occured to me I've never been alone in this house since day one. The nights oh God, the nights...

Gold Digger

The Gowld Digga'

Riding The Bus Home after classes is increasingly becoming my favourite part of the day. Mainly because it leads me to Dinner and then to Bed. So, to have to see this on my way home last night was a Real Spoiler.

Everything went off quite routinely. Left class early, huffed and puffed after Kak Immah who was rushing to catch her bus, said goodbye to her and proceeded to my bus stop. It was a reasonably short wait till the bus came. I got on the bus and the it was the Extra Friendly bus driver again who always turned 180 degrees in his seat to wish me goodnight everytime I got off the bus.

Tonight, sitting accross from me is a Guy. Just an average, normal Joe chatting to the lady next to him. And then I saw the ascend of his Fore Finger to his Nose, *wiggle wiggle wiggle* and down over the aisle in front of me. I looked out the window and I'm sure there was a cringe on my face and the guys accross the aisle was staring at me but to hell with that because this gowld digga is one disgusting chap and everyone knows you're not supposed to do that in public and yet he did and so there!

And as if being a spectator to his Excrement Excavation Expedition isn't bad enough, I got to see him use that Finger to Press the Bell for the bus to stop. I cringe again. That's the bell I'd have to use for my stop. Frantically I looked for another bell I can access from my seat and tragicallym there was NONE. SHIT.

The end.

Elina

Elina, Desert and Fish.

:: Me n Macedamia Cheesecake::Photo courtesy of Elena

Finally met up with Elina last night. I finished watching Hitch just in time to meet her in the city. She suggested this little desert place in the Valley and, I have to say,it was a great idea. The macadamia cheesecake I had was so pretty Elina had to take a picture of it haha. I was pleased to find asam laksa and bubur pulut hitam on the menu. We spend the time typically catching up and I talked about the adjustment issues. The conversation was easy flowing, and I realized I had completely forgotten what she was like back in primary school in SP. It's been a shocking ten years ago. Wow...

After desert we went walking through the streets. As we passed by the numerous bars overflowing with merry-makers, this single phrase ran through my mind - impending doom. I expected to be pelted by beer bottles or rained with insults. There were a few odd stares but, fortunately, no insults. Alhamdulillah. There wasn't much to see in the Valley so we sat down in Gloria Jean's. The cheesecake was an overload and I needed coffee. Bad.

Met up with Elina's boyfriend, and by God, I can't remember his name!(sorry Elina!) Nice guy, we chatted for some time while he finished his kebab. We were walking to his car when it finally happened. A van passed by, a girl stuck out her head and yelled something. None of us could make out what she'd said but Elina's bf selamber-ly gave her the finger. Was I glad there were three of us and one is a guy.

Stopped by a friend's house to pick up some fish. They gave me some and I still haven't figured out what to do with it yet. My housemate Sabiha is just as clueless.

It was really nice to meet someone familiar from back home. I guess homesickness still rules. However, assignments are piling up so I have a lot to occupy my mind for now.

The past week has been such a whirl wind. Where do I even begin?

I still hate going past the places where I'd been with my mom. It just reminds me of the first few days of us trying to find our way on our own. The hotel where we stayed, the mall where we roamed, the 7-eleven we frequented almost every night. I guess I'm trying to avoid homesickness. We did so much walking that week. I don't mind it so much, but I hate the thought of my mom doing it as well. She spent so much energy trying to get me settled in this new place.

I'm here studying architecture. I don't know if I want to make a career out of architecture, but I'd definitely do my share of practicing just so I could pay back my parents. I'd never be able to repay them for this, but it's the least I can do. Right?

One crappy entry

One crappy entry

Sitting in front of the screen

trying to figure out how to describe the past week

there's so much to tell i don't even know where to start

they say the beginning is the best place to start

so I'm gonna start with

Heating up my rice+sardin semalam+telur dadar semalam

Haha...yeah funny.