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I never miss school.  But I miss the life as an RMIT student very much. I browsed through the contents of my Bintang, Bintang is my hard drive... and I found this photo.  A photo of my friend and I doing site study for a project. The friend in the photo is Mastura, she's expecting a baby at the end of this month. I haven't met her since she's pregnant. I can hardly imagine my petite friend with a bulging tummy, haaha.. I believe she's still very pretty anyway, as always. I kinda miss her too. Hey Mas, if you're reading this. I hope you and your baby stay healthy, take care and God bless.  Life seems to be progressing quite fast somewhere else. Mine is not that bad actually... and... and..  don't get me wrong, I do enjoy my working life. I'm learning so much in such a short period of time. But it's just...something, some moments, some people in life, you  can never have back... no matter how hard you reminisce or even... try. ...

(warning: this is one of those boring emotional lament I often write when I get, well emotional)  Light projection on State Library's facade.  Weather I like it or not, the day will still arrive. I have 5 days, of my 5 years stay here. I know I've been ranting about it for the past few posts... but hey, detachment is god knows difficult. I remember my first tram ride here. It was a tram ride to the city, for in my first year, I lived somewhere in the outskirt of the Melbourne CBD. I was 19, well turning 20 on that year to be exact. That day, I couldn't imagine spending my year after year here, I know that I would, but it was hard to comprehend the idea of being in a foreign land on my own... it was an excitement infused with fear and curiosity...I, was a little kampong girl who for the first time had set her feet in a place somewhere over 4000 miles away from home.. I couldn't imagine all the things that had happened in the last five years, but still... as my memory...

I failed my first plan. ahaha! My previous post says today should be my last day working as a waitress/ kitchen hand. But, I didn't even get to tell the makcik that I want to quit. so, I'll be working tomorrow. Anyway, now that she makes me work only from 11am - 3pm, I guess it isn't so bad. but hey, I have only two weekends left. I should really tell her that I'm quitting. Now, who says it's easy to be the one's leaving? ;p *neighbor's amp is too loud, should I bang the wall?* hhehe.. sorry for the intermission. Dear readers, How many of you have ever worked in a restaurant? or maybe currently working in one? When I first told my friends that I'll be working as a kitchen hand, they were like "what are you gonna wear?" "you don't seem befitting for the job?" funny aye... I however understand their remarks. I have to say that my wardrobes is rather fancy. Not that stylish though. But I love skirts, la...

My memories are fragmented. 2 weeks left. This heart is as heavy as a mountain. I'm going to miss not just the place, but all the great friends I met. Who's to say that we will meet again? Not every opportunity comes twice. Hoping for a missing chance to revisit is the beginning of a regret. Malaysia Hall Melbourne. I will write more about this place. A place I never thought I would spend approx. 24 months of my life. Here, I met not just friends, but family. I'll remember this place... but most of all, I remember every happenstance. As the saying goes; "we do not remember days, we remember moments." Mc-ing on MHRC Night (Malaysia Hall Biaanual Dinner) Aishaah, an 8 yr old girl I have grown fond of in the last few months. It is always so easy to love a kid..

You know that feeling when you miss something/one that sits right before you. in front of your eyes, knowing that you prolly won't see it again. That is exactly how I feel right now, as I stroll down every park and street of Melbourne. I am already missing Melbourne! oh, how heavy this heart of mine! Maybe I won't come back here... or even if I do, it'll be in a far unthinkable future. I love this place, but there's nothing for me here. 5 years, and it should be it. 3 weeks left, everything begins to get sentimental... like every petal of a rose given by a lover. I want to remember you forever... Oh! I know I'll miss you. I know I'll miss you dreadfully. I don't really wanna leave you. but I have too. I don't belong here. My dear, I have to go back to where I used to be. But you, in my heart... will always be near.

I came to RMIT (my uni) hurriedly this morning.. worrying not be able to get any computer to work on for I wasn't as early as I should have been... there are only a few computer labs in this design school and during weekdays like this, some of the labs are used for teaching and only one or two are available for students, and most of the time, if you're late... most of the computers are already taken... Since my computer is now old and lazy, not to mention making sounds like the engine of an aeroplane.... I prefer to work at RMIT, the computer is faster, the softwares are all uptodate, faster and unlimited internet connection, I procrastinate less etc etc etc.... Anyway, on my way here... as usual, I took a tram... however the pakcik tram (driver) seemed to be a little careless this morning, he stopped the tram so sudden causing me who was standing without holding on a thing to loose my balance andddddd.... fell... well, almost did. but was saved... by a stranger... *say: aaa...

For the first time in my architecture-life, I'm bringing my poems into architecture. What's more interesting is, I use my poems in their original form, by this I mean, in Malay language. Now everybody in my class knows how Malay language sounds like. ahaha... The project is pretty much investigating the space between poems. The atmosphere of hearing two poems recited simultaneously. Sounds that make space, space that's defined by sound. Seriously, I don't really know how it'll work out... but hey, just having some experimentation with stuff a bit off-architecture... a break from my headache major project. Plus, I kinda enjoy making people listen to my poems without expecting them to understand a word... rather then, reciting to a bunch of people who understand but couldn't 'appreciate' them... and yeah, I receive some flattering comments from 'mat-salleh' course mate like... "when something is well written, even you can't understand it.....

You do not know how much what you say on fb or twitter can affect others. or at least make others think. for example, a brother on my twitter tweeted; "a sister's reading Quran on the tram, mashaAllah" This left me pondering about people's perception seeing me reading Quran on a tram. I don't do it frequently, in fact I rarely carry Quran around since I use iphone for there's an apps for it, but now that its Ramadhan, just like many of us I try my best to increase my Quran reading as much as I can... and travelling over an hour to and fro almost everyday gives me quite a chance to flip through my little holy book. I used not to mind what people think, especially the non-muslims. I sometimes like how that sort of thing kinda become a conversation starter. but to make 'an impression' on other muslim, is the least I wish to do. To me...it's some kind of guilt to present yourself better than what you are. I feel ashamed if people had given a better im...

The naive and inexperience me never thought I would end up falling in love with this place, to an extend... I wish I could stay and build a life here. haha... I love Melbourne. I would have to go back still... for a lot more love than merely a love for a place, a place that never was and never will be mine. Opss... too soon aihhh to sedih2... a semester to go yo! praying for the best semester in my 5 years here, inshaAllah.  “Allahumma la sahla illama ja-‘altahu sahla anta taj ‘alu al hazana eza ma shi’ta sahla.” “ Oh Allah! Nothing is easy except what you have made easy. If you wish, you can make the difficult easy.” All the best to whoever needs the best in life ;)

Bismillah... Every molecule of body is aching to blog for I have a story to share. An occurrence that really made my day. But first of all, a few updates. +I'm now back in Melbourne. It's a cold summer over here. I don't expect the weather to be like this in February. Melbourne weather is such a woman. Can't wait for autumn, my all-time favorite season, it will be my last autumn here inshaAllah. +I am in my final year of architecture... still remember the first day I got here. The semester is commencing soon. Pray for me my friends for I'm indeed feeling very anxious about it. So the story.... A friend and I were heading for a lunch in the city. We were walking along Swanston Street when a guy of mid 50 or maybe 60 halted us by his 'Assalamualaikum...'  He started by asking if we speak Arabic. I, who only know a few basic words considered myself don't know the language. We expected him to be a person who doesn't speak much English and needs a...

Yay! Changed my blog layout. I’ve grown sick of dark and gloomy background… besides, it’s spring yo! Flowers are blooming everywhere and the sun shines even on the rainy days, why must I all be sad and moody. Let’s get the mood brightened up a bit.   Anyway, for some reasons the blog header appears to be a bit pixelated, I don’t know why. I’m pretty sure I got the dimension correct, I’ve checked the pixels and all. Anyway, it was way worse when I uploaded the JPEG version, so I tried using PNG and it seems a little bit better, like the above. I’ve been changing my blog name a couple of times till now. I think, from now on… I shall try to stick with one. I'll use mirpof. Where did I get it from? Oh, it was a typo when I wanted to write…...... heheee… I’ll keep that to myself. But yeah, that was when I first setup this blog… the url accidentally became mirpof.blogspot.com. It really has no meaning. Unless you can find one for me. Lalaalaa…. nak balik Malaysia lagi 6 hari, ...

Spring brings along sunshine. Days are a lot warmer than in winter, of course… and it’s a relief to those who suffer from cold winter weather. Yet to be honest, I’m not a big fan of spring… (I blogged before how always prefer autumn out all seasons). Especially during the early spring, flying pollens gives me allergy. Also, the-never stable-spring temperature affects my skin badly. I woke up this morning with a roommate asking ‘what happened to your face?’ my face redden occasionally, not the shimmering blush red, but the horrible irritated red. Ah, I don’t know how to describe. I’ve been applying bio oil hoping that it’ll ease the irritation. Anyone has any idea what else can I do? Nevertheless, I love spring for one thing… flowers are cheap. It’s the season, right. Oh, I’ve been unfair to mother nature, I hate pollens but love blossoming flowers… sorry… And it’s one of the best thing about living here; the availability of fresh cut flowers. Well, gardening is never my forte (aaaa, ...

Sometimes I wonder if I would still blog after I go back for good since it always turns out that I don’t really blog whenever I return to Malaysia. I’m back in Melbourne again. Despite everything I said about this place. I'm always thankful that I’m studying here. 8 hours is long enough, can’t imagine going further. Let alone going back during a short winter break like I just did. Haha… However, regardless how good Melbourne is, coming back here is never easy. It is not the place, it’s the transition. Travelling is tiring. Yes, like yesterday, I had to take two flights, one from Penang to KL, then KL to Melb, it is a lot more tiring for someone like me who could barely sleep in a plane. That’s why I enjoy traveling during the day and taking a window seat. I enjoy day dreaming while staring at those fluffy white clouds. Haha.. Weather change changes everything. I had never went back during winter before. So that was my first time experiencing an abrupt change from a...

For last three years, no… maybe last two years… (when was living in the city)… one of the things that I really2 enjoyed is a solo stroll around city…. It has been a while since I last did that… and today, due to the sold-out 100gsm A3 paper in two office works nearby… I got to go to another office work in Elsternwick which is not that far but for someone who has a really bad sense of direction despite all sorts of maps, city links apps in the phone… it’s quite a challenging trip. Hahaa… it adds to the challenge that they are doing some refurbishments with the tram tracks… therefore, I need to take bus to get there. For God sake, I couldn’t recall myself taking a bus since I lived in Melbourne. Maybe there were a couple of times… but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t on my own. However, it ‘s a success… and to my surprise, I really enjoy my solo outing to the heart… hahaa… I feel so me again… Just one thing… I never enjoy eating alone… never ever… but I don’t really mind… it’s just that, the...

Petang begini, sejuk begini… kerja tak beranak juga! Ah, Penat sudah aku kandung beban pelajaran… hei, mengeluhkah kamu pada nikmat tuhan?! alangkah… alangkah tak bersyukur…. Lama sudah…lama sudah tak berbasa basi berlidah ibunda…ah, mungkin ayahanda lebih tepat… Sungguh aku rindu pada hari-hari aku tidak terlalu mabuk memburu… memburu bintang dan bayang kejora yang sayup dipandang, membiar bumi di tapak kaki menjadi misteri… Ini hidup, segalanya tak pasti kecuali mati. Mendung, mendung di musim luruh penghujung April. Aku masih di negeri orang, bukan tak ku ketemu jalan pulang… Cuma sarat beban ku sandang menjadikan aku dagang… aku dagang tak terbuang! Haha.. seperenggan keluhan manjadi habuan butang ‘delete’…. Semenjak dua menjak ini, seringkali aku begini, menelan bicara di sisir bibir.. riuh tari bahasa berkeroncong masih mampu ku redam, diam. Aku sendiri menjadi aneh, sedang aku yang biasa, atau lebih tepat yang dahulunya… sukar amat menelan bicara, mudah amat memuntah r...

Sedap angin petang ini... tengah hari tadi panas... Macam ni lah manusia, bila panas bising panas, sana sini pasang kipas... yang jenis tak pakai baju semuanya lepas, nasib laa dah duduk negeri mcm ni, syukur la juga jadi perempuan... bukan la nak kata org perempuan tak payah jaga pandangan, tapi orang laki lagi susah rasanya...  Bila sejuk bising sejuk, bising letrik mahal la... nak ke tandas malas... berkelubung sepanjang masa... lepas tu asyik mandi air panas, kulit rosak... muka merah macam kena rebus... "there is always something wrong"   I bet anyone who went to the upper pool balloting last Tuesday would still remember Peter Corrigan's story... haha... malas nak cerita.. tp itu lah... manusia kan... ada saja tak kena.... I would say that, human eyes always fail to see perfection... Allah has perfectly designed everything for us... all the nikmah before us, has been beautifully presented... but we tend to overlook, then forget... then complain... haish,.. ...

Oh yeah... I'm still homeless... and my precious-recently-renewed passport is still missing... rasa lempaq kok jalan dah, sapa jumpa tlg bagi (I do feel like the most careless person on earth) ...haish... for some silly condition, my phone has been barred, untill next Tuesday I think... kalau mesej tak berbalas, atau kalau ada sapa2 yang melanggan mesej tapi tak dapat, minta maaf la naa.... My sky is a little gloomy in the midst hot summer day... But hey... didn't I say in my previous post "life shouldn't be so melancholy?" So this evening, I went out cycling with my dearest friend, cik kemboja ... weee... trying my new self-assembled bike... Syok ooo ronda-ronda.... lepas tu pergi tengok Ali... haha  <- sila rujuk cik kemboja untuk keterangan lanjut... Weee... even the sky is falling down, there are still many reasons to keep on smiling... and living... yeah!

I wandered aimlessly around the city. I went where my feet took me to. My pure intention was solely to go out, and feel the rain. It’d been raining since yesterday and I love it. I looked for the old man who usually plays erhu on the corner of China town. He was no longer there. I miss the melancholy sweetness of his music. He must be taking a break, its Sunday. I stopped at Bourke Street; a lady was selling some instrumental cds. The music filled the air and it was so beautiful. I stood there in the midst of crowd next to her stall, while listening to the rhythm I read every face that passed me by… I knew that I would not remember any, but I didn’t know why I was doing so. It was fun, though. I went to Readers Bookstore. I browsed the whole store from every genre to every book. I wanted to buy Vitruvius… but I feel like taking a break from architecture (though, I know that I can’t really do so)… So I spent hours selecting history novels. There were so many books that I wanted ...

Assalamualaikum Let’s talk about seasons… Spring is leaving; I always love spring for its beauty… lying beneath the loveliest tree would always make my heart sing and dance. The wind is subtle… Whenever it caresses my face, I hear the voice of nature... but I haven’t seen my favorite sunflower yet this spring… the big one, almost a size of an XL saucer... I’ve seen one last two years… tp dah tak jumpa… =( Anyway, I wish spring would let me preserve some of its beauty in me… may I? Summer is approaching; I don’t really fancy summer, it’s hot and dry… unlike Malaysia which is still hot but quite humid… and, people here wear less clothes on their body… it’s flesh everywhere… thank God I’m female… anyway kena jaga juga… but for the fact that its holiday… and I always go back to Malaysia during summer break… I couldn’t help myself but to love this season… tp tahun ni balik lambat.. sob**sob** Autumn… my favorite! Hermmm.. I don’t really know… but out of the four… I love autumn the...

First of all, thanks so much for pointing it out.. I never knew that I do that all the time until u said so. Sometimes, I'm still shy to pray on public especially around uni...I still feel disturbed when someone passed by me when I was praying on the corner of level 12 staircase... I still wonder what do people think seeing me 'kissing the ground' as that what they always say.. when I'm indeed prostrating to the Lord of everything above, on and below the ground... But I'm happy to know that I still have such guts to talk religion though, I think most of the times I do that unintentionally... But I do feel bad, because I didn't find myself having an appropriate answer when u threw that question to me. Anyway.. Have u ever felt so close or connected to someone, whenever u eat good food u'll think of her, hoping that she can eat it too.. whenever u listen to good music, u wish she will listen too.. whenever u have good times, u want her to be around.. and u wi...