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Light Upon Light

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

It's The Matter of Trust

"If you don't trust in the the drawings, don't expect us to trust in you. " .there go my emotional remarks. =.= I really get frustrated when people say, architects don't understand reality, they learnt theories, only do drawings, and drawings are never the same as the built. Well, true it is, drawings are lines on paper. there are made out of inks... and of course they are not the same as the built. The accuracy also varies, depending on the scale of the project, the experience of the architects and draftsmen and many other factors. But hey, we were not only taught and trained to dream, but also to make the dream build-able. People had been drawing on walls and slates to plan buildings since forever. The purpose of the drawings is not just to visualize the idea and work on the building, but to guide and access the whole building process... so you don't get lost at some points not knowing how to connect a low wall to a roof... or run out of budget because som

Read, Write and Talk

Sometimes, to me blogging is a lot like reading, I always get excited to pick up a new book, the moment I finish reading one. If I abandoned the habit for too long, first of all, it'll no longer be a habit though I still get that kind of how-I-miss-getting-hooked-on-a-book feeling... second, I'll lost confidence in reading fat books. I'm afraid I'll forget the first chapter before I reach the ending... however, my love for books never dies... I still get the feeling I want this, I want that booksss whenever I go to the bookstore. Sometimes end up buying a couple of them. When it comes to blogging, I notice the same pattern, I always blog in a few consecutive days with one or two days break in between... then a pause.... for weeks maybe months...during the non blogging period, I always have ideas/things to blog... I collect thoughts in my head, take photos, scribble here and there and say to myself, "I'll blog about this" but end up not doing so... and whe

Tie A Yellow Ribbon Around The Old Oak Tree

A tree that was planted, frequently visited... will grow before you, unnoticed... well, you'd probably cherish the first stem, the first leaf, the first bud, the first flower... but soon enough, you'll lost count of them... and one fine day, when the sun is still shining brightly like in any normal days... you'll learn that the tree is sick and dying... the thought is, must be; unbearable...... Ergo, I would like to stop nursing the growing seed I've once planted (that it now has aged a year or more, has a few healthy branches, rosing buds and abundance of leaves, also a few scars of dead stems).... before I further lost count of the branches and leaves... before the blossoming flowers overcome my fondness of the grasses around it... oh, those grasses have been there longer than the tree.  No. I'm not abandoning it. I only stop caring and wishing too much, leaving it's care to the sun and land, to the wind and rain... to the Creator.... and I believe it'

Puteh sebu mek ni. XD

People say a picture is worth a thousand words. Thus this post is worth a bible. ;) According to brother, the purpose of this jalan-jalan is to makan. *burrp*heee.., It has flourished pretty well... what? poverty? Penang pun ada org miskin, cuma tak gebang kat tivi. I sense a strong influence of post-modernist spirit in many of its buildings. Fuhhhh! It's hard to believe that that was my second visit to Kelantan after 14 years. My nephew was still an embryo then... yet, he visited Kelantan many times than I did. I should cuti-cuti Malaysia more. ;)