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Sunday, September 16, 2007

A tinge of nostalgia.

The company of 3 back again for today. It wasn't so much of minding how small it was but how it felt so lonely. Discussing what we wanted done when Raya came, seem so melancholy-ing. If there is such a word. It was like I was there and I was engaging myself in the conversation. Yet, I knew my mind was elsewhere. I tried so hard not to think of what was happening back 'there'. I would catch myself reminiscining time and again. I wish I can say I don't understand why I do that thinking-of-the-days-when-I-am-there commonly these days, cause I do get it! I get that at this Very moment, so many of the wonderful things I want to happen, happens. Yet you are so far away. It doesn't help also that you are all alone in a foreign land which do not do Big celebrations for this kind of festivity. And even if they do, which I doubt, it is never the same. Call me a stereotype but home is always the best place to celebrate the traditional things in life.
Come to think of it, I do get tired of always complaining about how I miss it back there. I do get tired of having to wonder what is going on at this time back at home. And I do get tired of wondering what pastries my family is gona get this year. hehe. I have to admit, I never bothered before but it now seems so much more substantial. The little things like how my earrings are still hanging on my tree-sort of handle is being dusted off everyday and how my house key is kept untouched and still lying on the desktop the way I left it before I left affects me affectionately. It is not that the people I have made friends with here do not help me in coping with this desire to go home. And it is not that they are not appreciated as much as the friends I have back at home. It is just so incomparable, disparate, mismatched! That's the word. It feels like here, we are friends only to live by each day. We need one another just because. I do not see myself telling any friends here what I really feel. I do not see myself sharing my thoughts, my depression, my enthusiasm, my love, my anger with anyone here. I feel stoned and lifeless. I see myself wanting to just crawl to my room and seat infront of the only thing which keeps me going as I am able to see my friends and my loved ones; the lappy. When I do get tired of straining the already 4 pair of eyes, I just feel the need to study. I have my days when I just needed to be alone. Shutting the door and wanting everyone out. And it is not even PMS yet. tsk tsk. Obviously, I mentioned, it's not always bad. Life is never just a bed of roses. But it is sure different.
Guess that is what they call experience. Oh I am experiencing it alright.

On a lighter scale, I know I can do this. I know I just want to finish this whole ordeal and get on with my life. If others can, I am no different. It is just a phase I have to go through to achieve what I want in the end.

Label: Danish dreamt of me today. I heart him lah can!?

Camat puasa ke 5 peeps..

Thursday, September 13, 2007

1st Ramadhan

Bismillah hil rahman Nir rahim.
Nawaitu sauma radin syahri ramadhana qulihi hazihis sanati lilahitaala

Woke up to a lazy start. Was suppose to be up at 430am but failed to do so. It is the 1st day of ramadhan. A month of fasting. A month to 'taubat' and ask for forgiveness. I have every reason to rejoice this month, what with me being away from home and the loved ones. I feel the loneliness & the emptiness this year more than the other 19 years of Ramadhan I experienced. It is in this month where I get to spend the early breakfast and dinner together with the people that mattered. It is in this month that I spend my time everyday, be it whole day or just for the teraweh or qiyamullai, on holy land across the small lion city. It is in this month that the ice queen melts and the heart opens only for that one true everlasting love. Masyaallah.

One thing I am unable to wait for is the unity of all muslims 'bertakbir' together.

I would like to use this opportunity to extend all my 10 fingers, both my hands and ask for forgiveness to all my friends be it the new and the old. Also Halalkan makan minum. Not forgetting my family, ibu and ayah. And the 2 siblings. Together with the relatives and much loved cousins.

Wish I was home, just for this month.

Amin.

Monday, September 03, 2007

let the pictures walk...

We are gona walk you through Glenelg..

Zahira and yours truly

Jumping jumping!

Looking for a small island Far far away... Close to the heart..

Just me...

She sells Seashells on the seashore

The big and the small

Ku merenung jauh

I will be home..

Notice how everything seems so blue. Bliss...


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I tried so hard not to think of what was happening back 'there'. I would catch myself reminiscining time and again. I wish I can say I don't understand why I do that thinking-of-the-days-when-I-am-there commonly these days, cause I do get it! I get that at this Very moment, so many of the wonderful things I want to happen, happens. Yet you are so far away. It doesn't help also that you are all alone in a foreign land which do not do Big celebrations for this kind of festivity. And even if they do, which I doubt, it is never the same. Call me a stereotype but home is always the best place to celebrate the traditional things in life. Come to think of it, I do get tired of always complaining about how I miss it back there. I do get tired of having to wonder what is going on at this time back at home. And I do get tired of wondering what pastries my family is gona get this year. hehe. I have to admit, I never bothered before but it now seems so much more substantial. The little things like how my earrings are still hanging on my tree-sort of handle is being dusted off everyday and how my house key is kept untouched and still lying on the desktop the way I left it before I left affects me affectionately. It is not that the people I have made friends with here do not help me in coping with this desire to go home. And it is not that they are not appreciated as much as the friends I have back at home. It is just so incomparable, disparate, mismatched! That's the word. It feels like here, we are friends only to live by each day. We need one another just because. I do not see myself telling any friends here what I really feel. I do not see myself sharing my thoughts, my depression, my enthusiasm, my love, my anger with anyone here. I feel stoned and lifeless. I see myself wanting to just crawl to my room and seat infront of the only thing which keeps me going as I am able to see my friends and my loved ones; the lappy. When I do get tired of straining the already 4 pair of eyes, I just feel the need to study. I have my days when I just needed to be alone. Shutting the door and wanting everyone out. And it is not even PMS yet. tsk tsk. Obviously, I mentioned, it's not always bad. Life is never just a bed of roses. But it is sure different. Guess that is what they call experience. Oh I am experiencing it alright. On a lighter scale, I know I can do this. I know I just want to finish this whole ordeal and get on with my life. If others can, I am no different. It is just a phase I have to go through to achieve what I want in the end. Label: Danish dreamt of me today. I heart him lah can!?* Camat puasa ke 5 peeps.. 9:16 PM · Thursday, September 13, 2007 1st Ramadhan Bismillah hil rahman Nir rahim. Nawaitu sauma radin syahri ramadhana qulihi hazihis sanati lilahitaala Woke up to a lazy start. Was suppose to be up at 430am but failed to do so. It is the 1st day of ramadhan. A month of fasting. A month to 'taubat' and ask for forgiveness. I have every reason to rejoice this month, what with me being away from home and the loved ones. I feel the loneliness & the emptiness this year more than the other 19 years of Ramadhan I experienced. It is in this month where I get to spend the early breakfast and dinner together with the people that mattered. It is in this month that I spend my time everyday, be it whole day or just for the teraweh or qiyamullai, on holy land across the small lion city. It is in this month that the ice queen melts and the heart opens only for that one true everlasting love. Masyaallah. One thing I am unable to wait for is the unity of all muslims 'bertakbir' together. I would like to use this opportunity to extend all my 10 fingers, both my hands and ask for forgiveness to all my friends be it the new and the old. Also Halalkan makan minum. Not forgetting my family, ibu and ayah. And the 2 siblings. Together with the relatives and much loved cousins. Wish I was home, just for this month. *Amin.* 3:37 PM · Monday, September 03, 2007 let the pictures walk... We are gona walk you through Glenelg.. Zahira and yours truly Jumping jumping! Looking for a small island Far far away... Close to the heart.. Just me... She sells Seashells on the seashore The big and the small Ku merenung jauh I will be home.. Notice how everything seems so blue. Bliss... 7:08 PM ·