tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248444572341716622012-02-02T21:26:21.033+08:00Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît pointMaryam Hamzahhttps://profiles.google.com/108783918328107269668noreply@blogger.comBlogger1751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324844457234171662.post-74465789341381775032012-01-25T18:24:00.003+08:002012-01-25T18:28:14.540+08:00

This Old Routine - First Aid Kit Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you

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I was listening to the radio one day during a rather funny incident (a story for another time) and they were interviewing Nora. She was talking about her...transformation? and journey to becoming a better Muslim. And something she said struck me. It was something like, "Orang selalu fikir, kalau ber-hijab susah nak cari makan sebagai artis etc2, tapi kita kena ingat, rezeki tu bukan datang

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Got a message this morning from Lily who I met in 2010 while she was on holiday in Malaysia. She is a lively Parisian who has been travelling all around the world on her own, making friends along the way. We don't talk often at all, but every so often she would drop me messages and they are really the sweetest things. She sent me a postcard once, out of the blue, from when she was in Bali. and

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Ok I'm procrastinating again. My exams are not over yet but I already have a list of thing I want to/have to do this holiday :D I have a month. I'm sure i'm being over ambitious, but here it is, in no particular order: Sew something! because i'm a total absolute noob, probably something simple. like a handkerchief. haha. ok maybe a pouch/purse thing. Continue to work on my knitting/

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I had planned to write a recap of 2011, I already took down notes for January and February, and a little bit of march. But in the flurry of busyness surrounding the last few months at my job and the nonstop busy during my semester, it didn’t get done. You can read the half baked blog post at my scraps blog for posts that didn't make it, here. Also, not that I was any good before, but my

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Its already the second half of the year! Eep! Ramadhan is coming in a month and i really want to make the most out of it this time. I felt like last ramadhan i let a lot of opportunities slip by and even tho part of it was me being busy with work, it was also just me not trying hard enough. I dont want to do that again. Which is why i'm considering quitting my job. I already know i want to stop

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written on the 25th of June 2011 Yesterday night i watched Pheobe in wonderland, thinking it was going to be a happy and whimsical movie. It wasnt. not to say it wasn't good, but i cried a lot watching it. A lot of emotion in that one, or stuff that i could somehow relate to. There was a scene where Pheobe's mother goes on this outburst. i didnt cry at that part but it was startling how much i

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Once in high school my classmate accidentally swallowed a pin, jarum peniti, while she was fixing her scarf. she was brought to the clinic and the news traveled trough our school. It was a very small school mind you, every grade only had one class and in each class was less than 20 students. so everyone knew everyone, and our whole class was abuzz with this news. when she came back from the

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It's the little things They pulled me in and I'm defenceless I try to ignore like I've done before but it's just useless I've made up my mind that I'm gonna let you in And I'm not afraid but I have to say This is gonna hurt if it ever ends But somehow you out shattered my defence This is gonna hurt if it ever starts So promise you'll be careful with my heart It's the things you do They made

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Last month April was National Poetry month in certain parts of the world and us kata.mata peeps decided to give it a go. The aim was to write one piece per day at least. I tried my bestest and came up just short at 23/30, which is alright I guess? Not that they are any good, but some of them I really liked. Here is a link to all my April poetry, and below are some of the ones I liked best.

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Okay this is going to be a short and possibly weird post about two dreams I had, one yesterday and one the day before. Let’s start with the zombie dream. (Please note that, according to my mom, my dreams never make any sense, or have any point. let’s begin) The scene unfolds where there are 2 people in a dark room, on a dark night. A Man and a woman. They are arguing, but not violently. The

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//be forewarned. This is a rant// I feel like a kid who, after being told to be a good boy or else Santa won't be dropping by this year, finds out that not only was he not good enough, but that HAHA Santa isn’t real. We are told that if we work hard, strive to do our best and be the top among the rest, that there will be some sort of reward at the end of it. That we will get what we want,

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Just found out that my old Arabic teacher from high school passed away yesterday in a car crash in Sudan. Tr. El-Fateh was definitely one of the nicest and funniest teachers I ever had. Even the way he carried himself was light and limber. I remember getting into all sorts of laughing fits in his Arabic class as me and Zah would write the most absurd Arabic essays (one I distinctly remember was

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After ages and ages my long awaited trip to Singapore finally happened! A lot of people (read: mom) have asked me, why Singapore?? Well the short answer is that it’s the nearest faraway place, nearest different country. Also, the last time I was there I didn’t get to do much at all, being only there for a day and a half. For the most part, I was busy with work so coordinating and planning the

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If only my sense of direction in life were as good as my sense of direction on the roadThen I’d be all set. I was thinking about this yesterday on the way back from work in my (dad’s) car. On the road, I don’t mind getting lost, taking wrong turns, making those kinds of mistakes, because to me, it’s just a matter of knowing your bearings, where you came from and where you want to go. And anyways,

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In 9th grade I was faced with a decision – what electives do I want to take? Out of the 8 subjects we were allowed 3 electives. I had already taken Japanese and art in my first semester, and for my second semester I was torn between IT and carpentry. I was really interested in both. Hem. Haw. Mull. I checked out the computer labs and the woodshop. I considered asking advice from my guidance

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On the way to work today I glanced at my neighbour’s house where there was a long rainwater downpipe which was supposed to be attached to the gutter at the roof but this down pipe was not really fully attached and so I thought they should put a funnel there so the water flows down the downpipe and doesn’t just splash around. And then I got to thinking how a funnel wouldn’t really help if the

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My rhyme ain't good just yet, My brain and tongue just met, And they ain't friends, so far, My words don't travel far, They tangle in my hair, And tend to go nowhere, They grow right back inside, Right past my brain and eyes Into my stomach juice Where they don't serve much use, No healthy calories, Nutrition values. And I absorb back in The words right through my skin They sit there festering

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was at work today, and during my bouts of sleepiness I was caught thinking, why am I here? I got up, walked to the bathroom, and washed my face. Earlier, I had been feeling quite down, this project I’m working on is daunting and my co-worker who started it but passed it on to me is a super duper awesome designer. How am I supposed to carry that same awesomeness throughout the rest of the project

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ast night Muhsin, Ummi and I were having dinner. afterward Ummi was snacking on a plum and the subject of nursery rhymes came up. Personally, I LOVE nursery rhymes, and I still remember most of them Such pleasant memories. So I decided to quiz Muhsin. Suffice to say Ummi and I were left in stitches. Enjoy."Jack & Jill"Jack and Jill by ~sarahirkheJack and Jill went up the hill,to get some water.(

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With every word uttered there are thousands left unsaidand every sentence whispered comes with hundreds put to bedThe whisper by ~bramster

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eople can inspire you just by being themselves - I know that for a fact. As someone who likes people watching, observing, listening, inspiration comes to me in different forms but mostly from people and events around me. Recently I went to my high school for an iftar, and it brought back a lot of memories. People change, I don’t have a problem with that because its nature. But the direction in

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KindnessBefore you know what kindness really isyou must lose things,feel the future dissolve in a momentlike salt in a weakened broth.What you held in your hand,what you counted and carefully saved,all this must go so you knowhow desolate the landscape can bebetween the regions of kindness.How you ride and ridethinking the bus will never stop,the passengers eating maize and chickenwill stare out

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ust came back from dinner with my family. It was okay but the food was nyeh. before dinner started me and my mom and sister were talking...me: ummi, if i dont get a scholarship i can't go eh?ummi: Insha'Allah you will get oneme: yeah, i can, but like canada, i got a scholarship, but i still couldn't go. it wasnt enough.Ummi: yeah i meant if you get a full scholarship, you can go lah.moon: (

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amadhan is upon us again, Alhamdulillah~ so far it's been an interesting and different experience. I'm working now, and even though I have been through Ramadhan while working before, that was just a temporary office job. Not very challenging. That’s the only thing I regret working so early, not taking an extended holiday, is that I can't give Ramadhan my 100%. I’ll try my best though, Insha’Allah

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I was waiting for my friends in klcc and as usual that means finding a nook in kinokuniya and burying myself there. The book I picked up was tipping point by Malcolm gladwell, a book that I already had but haven’t read. But it was a good thing that I read that little bit of it yesterday because it made me realize what I wanted to be in life. I want to be a maven. Yep. Now I just have to figure

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Its been a week since I started work, so far its been ok I guess. My office has 15 people in total. Its kinda quiet but that’s not so bad i guess. Right now I’m in the middle of designing a 60 acre waterfront masterplan. Scary. Every morning i walk 1.2 kilometers from the lrt station to my office. I haven’t gotten a flashcard yet so I end up ringing the doorbell everyday. When I get home, I watch

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ome things I wrote down while waiting for my interview at z&sr to start. I came half an hour early haha!Yellow walls (:D) timber floor. Exposed steel structure, very industrial chic-ish. Oodles or paraphernalia, pictures, posters, paintings, glass walls.Orange chairs paired with dark furnishingsextensive library. Seems quite smalllocation is ok, nice compound but larger context not so much. Quiet

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Reasons why most people say "Nothing" when asked "What's wrong?"nothing by ~liquidsunnyday1. They don’t feel like explaining because they’re afraid you won’t understand.2. It’ll make them feel worse if they do because the subject is just being brought up again.3. They don’t know what’s wrong.4. Privacy / Personal space /they don't want to tell you5. Afraid of being judged.6. They don’t want

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oday I woke up not in the best of circumstances. I was dead tired yesterday after the caves and I fell asleep without ironing my mom’s clothes, which she already asked me to do. But I woke up refreshed, and for some odd reason, feeling really chipper. I think it stemmed from the fact that I thought I was home alone. Alone time is good. You can do whatever you want at home, without anyone

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There is a house, in many aspects it contains elements of your dream house. Magnificent views, spacious interiors, lush furnishings, warmth, comfort, just the right amount of excitement and tranquility. Even though you probably would struggle to afford it, you can somewhat imagine yourself living here. You found it by surprise, stumbled across it, and was thrilled by its seemingly perfect

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I wrote a long post about a house, but decided I should post it some other time. I had a weird dream last night. About arms and hands and warmth. About wanting to run away, but not being able to, then resigning, then accepting. About walking and bumping shoulders and being scared and shy. About someone leading the way, strong and silent and sweet and helpful. Guidance

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When dreams start interfering in reality and clouding our minds, is it time to put those dreams to rest?Let’s compromiseI’m a person who sets very high standards for myself. In school, for example, I expect myself to get excellent grades. That doesn’t mean I’m a study freak, with my nose buried in textbooks all day long. Geek/nerd I may be, but studious, I’m not. I try really hard to pay

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A month from now this will all be over, the crazy hectic student life, to be replaced by the vast and terrifying reality of a world outside these walls. I sit and wonder, about life, love, and everything in between. I think about my goals in life, or the lack of concrete ones. I think about my dreams, to take a year or more off and just travel all around the world, meeting people from my past and

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I’ve tried writing this once, twice, thrice, and yet nothing seems to be able to capture even the slightest essence of what I’ve felt in the past couple of weeks. All I can say is, everything happens for a reason, and people should never be judged by their covers. You can learn something from just about anyone, and the past few weeks were a huge and beautiful learning experience for me. Everyone

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When you want to tell a million and one beautiful, wonderful, or heartbreaking stories but no words could ever do them justice, what do you do?

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After 12 days, we are finally back from our Kuala Kangsar Heritage Studies trip. The first week or so we were all counting down the days to go home, but when the time came, it was bittersweet. The people we met and interacted with treated us with such kindness and generosity, friendly and helpful in more ways than one. I will definitely miss this small town.Alhamdulillah, everything went smoothly

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This Last Step by Amibano, I am not suicidal. this image is for decoration and figurative purposes.

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Please, can someone tell me what my problem is? Because I'm having a hard time pinning it down on my own.thank youThe floor is yours.

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today everything hurtsmind, body and soulpeople, places and thingsmemories, dreams and realitiespast, present and futuretodayeverythinghurts

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Or a semblance of one anyways. For a short period only.Woke up with a skip in my step and a song in my heart. Oh, and well rested but STARVING and THIRSTY. Amazingly did not eat a single thing the whole of yesterday. In fact my last meal was on Tuesday afternoon. Kuey teow goreng basah tak nak sayur. So I submitted my final project yesterday…I don’t know if I am fully satisfied with it but I

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Went to watch IPAC yesterday night. Before that me and qil went to OU to watch Valentine’s Day haha. selamba je mcm xde kerja. Well we knew we had work. the plan was to wake up early, get some work in and catch the 12.30 screening or the movie. buuuut....we slept late, and woke up late, so no work put in and missed the 12.30 show. the next one was at 1.30 but the seats sold out. in the end we

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Just came back from visiting Ala’ in her new house, very cute and clean. On the way back I had a lot to think about. One of them was where do I see myself in 5 years. It’s a common question in job interviews, and for someone like me, probably one of the hardest, right after “tell me about yourself”.This year I’ll be 23, even though i just turned 22. That’s old…and in 5 years, I’ll be 28. Where do

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"When they really get to know you, they will run"Waiting is just about all I’m good at. Hmm

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"Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live"

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Mid-semester break is finally here, not that there will be much holiday-ing going on. There are mountains of work to be done huhu...Let’s see...so this semester started a while back, and I really didn't know what to expect. It is our final long semester (if we pass insha'Allah). New Year’s came and went, uneventfully but rather kinda depressingly. 10 years into the new millennium and I have yet

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There’s a bug that’s been blazing a trail through the third year architecture students, or at least, my studio. And like a Californian wildfire, or an Australian bushfire, very little and very few are spared its effects. Everybody’s buzzing about it, talk and gossip, gossip and talk. Exchange of information, spilling of secrets long kept and verification of doubts long cast. Opinions put forth,

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pictures will be added later. stay tunedThe early bird gets the worm......or, the wait. On the tentative schedule we were supposed to meet up at 4.am so that we could depart at 4.30. but the night before was our registration, so I had to go home to register (as luck would have it, my internet conked out at exactly 11.50 p.m., after I forced myself to stay awake the whole night waiting for the

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Emotions - how much are you supposed to show, how much are supposed to hide?Strength - when lashing out shows weakness, and mistrust breeds contemptTime - how long is too long, how short is too shortFreedom - how do you define it and what are you ever free fromThoughts - they change so do you blurt out all your rash thoughts or keep them brewingSpace - when too close for comfort is too big a

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The holidays are finally here, after a grueling semester that for some has not even finished yet. This semester, I’ve gone out on the proverbial limb and trusted people for the first time in a very long time. I suppose it started from the second semester in my 2nd year, where I settled into the studio groove more (due, in part, to working drawing), or maybe during the short semester, where I had

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Hello, youIts been a long time since we’ve talked, how have you been? I’m sorry that I’ve been neglecting you, but actually it couldn’t be helped. You're not exactly the kind of person I think people would like. I don’t understand you. You’re a mix of contradictions. You’re a walking oxymoron, and you don’t even know what you want. Okay, I don’t want to turn this into a accusatory letter but you

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It's hard to please everybody but its even harder to please yourself, especially when you don't know who you are, what you want, and where you're going.I want to find peace when i'm confusedI want to have hope when i'm let downI want to clean up the mess I madeAnd tie up any loose ends. But where do I begin? And how?

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stressstressstress

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Malaysian Open at Mandarin Oriental(Just a warning: this is a departure from my rather abstract posts of late)Just by luck I was shifted from the info n booth department (blah) to the Hotel and hospitality department \(^.^)/It’s not that tiring, we get quite a few perks. Comfortable environment (second home remember :P) and the opportunity to observe how the tennis players interact and stuff.

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Drink it in, that bitter pillYou’re running short on drugsThe grey is lonely, the black is stillAnd Murphy cries for hugsA game of chicken between us bothWho’ll be the first to blink?You always win, most of the timeBut that’s just what you thinkI’ll corner you and ask you whyI’ll burn you with these sweetsAnd though you try and try and tryYou’ll end up in defeatThe battle wages, forth and onIt

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I awake, into my dreamI climb out into the nostalgic sunlight, golden and warm on my skinThis is a hidden memory, one from the futureThe red walls, serene and academicThe faint chatter of hungry minds in the faraway distanceI know this place, yet I’ve never been hereThis is yours, your past and I am intruding, but its not my choiceAnd as everyone flows around me, I walk in a dazeTwo teams are

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Is there anything more beautiful that a star spangled sky on a cool cloudless night?A longing for the open emptiness that a Desert posessesThe freedom from the ropes and ties of mundane lifePurity of minds and thought, concentration on what is essentialFocus of energy to building up your soulConnection with yourself, with Nature, and with The AlmightyTo hear your heart, as loud and clear as a

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Its the eyes that call you in,But no matter how hard you try,You can never remember the color that they show,Only the holdof their penetrating gaze

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New semester is supposed to bring new hope, the brightness of your whole future ahead of you, a fresh page and a new leaf. Determination to make today better than yesterday, this semester, better than the last. But panic seizes up inside of me. I realize I'm now a third year student, a final year student, one that will, insha'Allah, be a graduate by this time next year. I'm not ready for this.

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Today I joined my friends Nadiah and Ilham as volunteer tour guides for Masjid Negara, under the Islamic Outreach program. It was my first time and I was really just supposed to observe how my friend did it and what she said. But as it turned out, Masjid Negara was swarmed with tourists that day and there weren’t enough volunteers around. So Ilham and I decided to give it a shot, even though at

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Well, most recently I went on a long overdue family vacation, but not anywhere far away. We were planning on going to either Penang or Terengganu, but the hotels in Penang were fully booked and the one in Terengganu was not available. So in the end we drove a little bit down south, to port Dickson. It should’ve taken an hour and a half but my dad took a really weird route through PJ/Kelana Kaya/

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Imagine you have a small, and I mean really small, piece of your favourite pie. And you have so many people to share it with. First there’s your family, after all, blood runs thicker than water right? And you have an obligation to your family that you sometimes ignore but it exists nonetheless. they made the pie, so they should get the biggest piece, right?Then there’s your longtime friends, yeah

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23 awesome group mates, happy times, selamba dan rileks, TR10 the isolated little room away from the hectic-ness of the elevator alley, constant flow of visitors due to our open door policy and superb printing services, determination, hard work, a degree of oblivion, a super messy office floor, a rainbow of personalities..All add up to a winning team! Go Basis!!Thanks for the great memories!

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Team building, Basis Consultants Feist - Secret Heart

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multi disciplinary project this semester.lost.yeah, i remember the other reasons I wanted to take AQS1301 now and not then.----Maybe its the warmer climateTell me if I'm going crazyBut everything you said amazed meSeems to easy on the ear toBe something I should adhere to----played squash again today. wasn't as tiring as the first time. another item to add to my long wishlist - a squash racquet.-

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When is a hint really a HINT?Disregard the date I wrote/drew this, because it applies all the time, no?

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My previous post wasn’t entirely accurate. Some things just can’t be put into words, or at least, I don’t know how. And I realized that happiness is much harder to describe than sadness! I want to wax lyrical about something but it would never be enough, never perfectly capture what I’m feeling. And that’s why this blog has been relatively barren, except for the odd poetry here n there.That’s

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You wake up in the morning, or at whatever time you do,And stumble out of bed wondering what the day will bring to you.”I will survive!” you sing aloud, as you check up on your peers,The snippets of their life used to muffle all your fearsYou've nothing better to do so you wait around all day,But "I can't expect everyone to be as pathetic as me," you sayYou try not to be a burden, and try your

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I haven't written anything in here for a really long time. I try to blame busyness, but that’s just an excuse. Its not that I don't have anything to say, it’s that, I have too much to say and I don’t know where to start and what to write.Sometimes, I feel like, what's the point in me writing all this? This isn't an educational blog; people who actually read it don't go away holding a precious

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is holding back something personal you've never told anyone considered a lie?even if you're not sure?

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By the very talented Meon, love needs no reason,love needs no rhymewhat love really needs,is to be shown all the timethough patience may just be passion tameddon’t let your passion be held or restrainedcos passion hidden is passion withdrawnedlet passion be free lest passion’d scorned

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A haiku, by NazVibrating and throbbingGoosebumps and thrillsOh, an SMShaiku's are such fun...

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It's a world of laughter, a world or tearsits a world of hopes, its a world of feartheres so much that we sharethat its time we're awareits a small world after allCHORUS:its a small world after allits a small world after allits a small world after allits a small, small worldThere is just one moon and one golden sunAnd a smile means friendship to everyone.Though the mountains divideAnd the oceans

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(Sung to the tune of BJ Thomas' "Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head")Raindrops keep falling on my clothesThey were about to dry but now they’re all just soaking wetNothing seems to dryRaindrops keep falling on my clothesThey keep fallingSo I just wait for the sun, a day that’s fineBut every time it comes I’m in my studio drawing linesAsiah’s too farRaindrops keep fallin on my clothesThey keep

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HappyYeah, I'm happy, For me and for youBut that's why I'm sadSo sadWish i could be just as true as you, Just like you*when words fail me, fragments are all that come out*

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Imagine this. You’re showering and glance up at the high windows in the shower cubicle and see a head poking through, watching you. Well, that’s what happened to a resident of the ground floor of Block E in Asiah. The girl screamed her lungs out and the ******* scampered away, escaped, and is still at loose. When they checked outside the window, a crate was placed there for him to climb on. This

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Sometimes, the only thing that will wake you up from a sleepy building services class is a phone call telling you that your hostel is on fire because it got struck by lightning. Which is exactly what happened to me today. But for some reason I found it funny. Worried, of course, because I was told to go and save my belongings, but funny because I was thinking, I don’t really have anything

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Something is seriously wrong with me. I mean, who in the world falls asleep while they are writing their midterms? It happened to me twice this week already. I fall asleep in each and every class, in midterms, in cars, sitting, standing, reading, writing, drawing. Everywhere and all the time. This semester is definitely, definitely doomed. I have no idea what has been covered in class. My studio

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Today most of my batch plus a few others went on a walkabout trip of Kuala Lumpur. The purpose was…well, I’m not entirely sure. But by the end of it, we were supposed to have produced 24 quality sketches which formed a quarter of our midterm total. Yes, a quarter, of 20% which makes those 24 quality sketches worth only 5%. Sketching is not my forte especially when I’m not really in the mood and

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In English, addressing yourself is as easy as saying "I". In Malay, though, how are you to choose between all the different pronouns? There's aku, saya, kita, being the common ones. but everyone has their own preference, and some people take offence or look at you weird when you use the "wrong" one. My grandma told me "kita" is actually royal talk, like the king or something. But thats the one I

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there's so much workI think i'm starting to panic, which is not good.I've had truckloads of work before, but then I've always had the resources to be able to complete each task up o my standards. Now its just scary how those standards are dropping. Panic.

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Today in the Kaed Musolla Zalikha told me that a lot of people say I'm unnaturally, weirdly quiet. To which, she replied "Biarlah...!" (thanks Za)I know I'm quiet. Unnaturally? Maybe sometimes. Ok, maybe more than sometimes. But thats just one part of a million-faceted MH.First, there are language barriers. I'm not naturally conversant, even less so when I speak Malay. Very the kekok. The number

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I’ve been so so busy the past few weeks that I haven’t even had time to think – its 1.40 a.m and I just got back to my hostel room. Had to write something because my brain was saturated with fragments. There’s so much that I want to write about – my trip to Ulu Yam, our 4-day study trip to Cameron highlands and Kelantan, My crazy schedule, the SRC Elections, Studio, Friends, The semester in

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President Obama's Inaugural Address"...For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more

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Taking a short break from my working drawing assignment - don't even know how to proceed with that.Finally saw the deans list pinned up behind the lift, and most of the 2nd year architecture students who were on it were in my section. Cool. This semester all those who were on it are in our section too, I think. Also cool.Had a daytrip to Ulu Yam yesterday - very fun. Went hiking up some mountain/

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I'm not sure if I'm particularly fond of surprises. Like an 11th hour text determining that my weekend is officially and so so so frustratingly ruined.Painted the studio today and it took a whole lot longer than expected because of repeated coatings and fickle minds maybe. The colour chosen (not by us) was dark brown and a pale beige-ish yellow. First coat - beige. 2nd coat - beige mixed with a

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This is the first time I've actually bothered to do a list, but if writing them out and broadcasting them to the public will help me get them done, then thats what I'll do. In no particular order,1. Read more Qur'an - and try to understand it too.2. Work on my fitness/energy level - Hiba and I are planning to do some sort of physical exercise every week at least - keep me honest Hiba!!3. Gain

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Well, I changed my blog design again. Its pretty much based on my soon to be defunct trial site, but this one was a lot harder to make. Its a lot less polished, and I couldn't figure out how to make the smooth drop down navigation menu thingy. Anyone know?We didn't get to paint our studio, in the end, because they didn't buy the paints yet.Long Holiday!!! Happy New Hijri Year everyone!!

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Week one of My 2nd semester of my second year of university is fast coming to an end. So what have I gotten from it? Well, here goes.Firstly, the newbies this semester are non-existent, or much less conspicuous compared to before. Either that, or my eyesight is really beginning to fail me. That said, its harder this semester to really see what's going on in uni because of the huge green barrier

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What do you say to those who are left behind? To those who tried their best to help?Al-Fatihah for the late Dr. ShukriI realised something today, something devastating. What if I had committed any sins towards arwah Dr. Shukri? What if I had inadvertently slandered him, thought ill of him, let fitnah worm its way into my mind and out of my mouth? What if i'd done this to other s as well? Who am I

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Our friends the Joneses came up for a short visit on the last leg of their summer vacation, so I spent the day with Ayesha and cutie Maymuna. Ayesha wanted to see Tr. Murad - so I thought hard and recalled he worked for the rector. So obviously he must be in the rectory building. But where? Just by luck, we stepped into the elevator and level 4 was already pressed. might as well get off there.

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I've been testing out this service on squarespace.com, its a 14-day free trial (no credit card number required for the trial), at the end of which, I can either opt to continue, but if not, then all this will simply be deleted. Too bad - just when I start falling in love with the flexibility and simplicity of all this. I could very well ask my dad for this as a birthday gift - but hen I'd have to

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In my backyard there is this majestic, beautiful place. No, not Batu Caves, but Bukit Tabuh/Tabur/Taboh. My sister and brother climbed it a few days ago, but I couldn't join in the fun because I was bedridden with some weird stomach flu.You can read about their adventure and see pictures here.I used to call the ridge "Stego" bfore I knew what it's proper names were, because it reminded be of a

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Does a soundtrack make or break a movie, no matter how good the movie is? Not sure myself, but I've come to realise that the movies I list as my favourites all have elements of music in them, more than just the soundtrack. In fact, you could almost say they are musicals. Firstly, the is the magnificent Phantom of The Opera. If there's one thing that fascinates me more than music, its

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You suspect there might be something wrong with yourself when, looking through your brother's A-Levels Mathematics exercise book, you have this wild craving for mathematics that hits you so suddenly and shockingly you almost fall out of your chair. Remember the days when you used to say, you HATE math? Absolutely loathed it? That it made no sense whatsoever to study something you won't be using

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*editI've never been so glad I was wrong - turns out it wasn't wikipedia that let me down, it was person doing the subtitles, and me of course. Anywyas, as many of you have pointed out, yes, my spelling was wrong, its in fact spelled synesthesia or synesthaesia like I suspected, and here is the wiki link where you can read more about this fascinating condition. oh and the people who have this are

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Tutorial9 is having an awesome giveaway, which you can read about here. This is a community effort to raise money for the Save The Children Organization, and everyone has a shot at winning tons of great prizes along the way. Save the Children Organisation strives to create lasting positive changes for children in need in The USA and around the world. Personally, I don't think I'm capable of

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Have you ever been sent on a wild goose chase? well, today, I did just that. Hiba and I wanted to go watch the Royals Debating Championship in UIA but we had no idea where the venues were - note to organisers, you might want to put that information on the numerous posters you put up - so after searching through the Admin building, we decided to ask SPICE where the venues were. They said it was in

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