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Bismillah…

Hullo! , it has been so long. Many times had I intended to write a post, but ended up with nothing but a series of blank drafts. They were words of course, chunks of alphabets that probably do carry meaning as individuals but make no sense what so ever as a sentence. Blank like my days, vacuous like my mind and empty like my heart.

Okay, enough with the drama.
Frankly speaking, my days ain’t so blank, albeit jobless… I loiter around running some errands. My mind is often pretty occupied with things the world doesn’t have to know… and my heart, a heart is never empty when it’s home. J

This is my very first post from home since I’m back for good. And as I said, I’m still jobless, looking for job, if that sounds a bit more optimistic. Ahaha.. I miss Melbourne but I’m not going to go long into that.

So my updates? Well, a day after my graduation which attended only by the Malaysia Hall warden and a friend, I flew home, with a heavy heart.

What awaited me was somehow exciting. I had tickets to London booked, along with my niece and nephew. So to UK I went. Spent, most of my holidays in Oxford where my brother is staying and fall in love with the place.

I had to admit that I didn’t get to visit that many places, but Oxford alone is worth of the travel. The place is rich of beauty and history. Went to London for 3 days, again… most interesting places were off-visits for it was Christmas. Most museum were closed, and boxing day was… fuhh, hectic.

A drooling swan in Hyde Park. out of all photos, I have no idea why is this one chosen for the post. ahaha

Nevertheless, I wouldn’t exchange anything for my London trip. Life, does take a funny turn sometimes. Like in the Disney movie, I came up close to saying something like… I believe in magic. Not in a sense of fairies, dragons and wizards… but in term of how something so dreamlike could ever really happen, bring back to life a breathless hope, reawaken a faith, mend a heart and turn the world around. as someone might have said “it works wonders when you see someone face to face” or something along that line. Okay enough, I’m being mellow, ain’t I?

Anyway, I do wish to go to Europe again and visit a whole lot more places. I wish to see the beauty of St Basil Cathedral who ripped off the sight of her architects, fall in love under Rialto Bridge, tell Eifel that the lady who claimed to be her wife is envious of his fame, weep at the Ottoman’s ruin and kiss the blue sky of Santorini. Someday, I shall visit them all… and I shall take a stroll in Hyde Park again… where the most beautiful thing in the universe found its way back to me. InshaAllah. It all shall happen someday.

So what else, oh yeah, I’ve got my teeth wired!! Ahaha. Yeah, I’m now wearing braces for heaven’s sake after years of loathing my smile. There goes, the inferior side of me, exposed. Ahaha. I think the experience is worth sharing especially for adults planning to wear braces, thus it deserves a different post altogether..

I’ll blog about it soon inshaAllah.


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Anonymous said…
as gemuk.

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January 30, 2012 at 6:36 AM
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January 30, 2012 at 12:36 PM
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