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"Don't wish upon the stars... for stars themselves are made out of wishes." I guess the problem with human mind "my mind" is; it acts more like a spiderweb. The heart, well my heart, is the spider. Every little thought or information is the catch... and this spider... sometimes can't tell whether the catch is edible or not. Poor little spider.  Sure it's gonna be a mess if all the bugs and flies stuck on the web are left uneaten. But that doesn't mean you should just scrap them all in my dear spidey. That's okay. A web doesn't last very long anyway. They gonna fall down, and you gonna have to keep fixing and rebuilding it. Every bug you've swallowed isn't gone. They become a part of you. and that's the problem, when the catch is poisonous. But hey, you're not just any spider. Don't fall sick so easily. Let some of the catches left embedded in the web, thicken and strengthen the structure of the weave. You! don't ea...

I'm very busy right now, but can't help to share a little story about my family.  My parents live next to my late grandparents, on my father's side. When my grandpa was sick, she took care of him, until his last breath. Then, my grandma... also, until she breath her last.  A few years prior to that, she took care of her mother, the mother that raised her, I'm pretty sure if she ever met her own mother, she'd do the same... I was young, I don't remember that grandmother very well. But I never forget how she suap makan and mandikan her every day. She also cared for my dad's half blood aunt.. and a few other people I can hardly remember. They all lived with us. I remember, when dad renovated our house, she reminded him to built a dedicated room for the sick... which now has become my room. Mum sometimes said, "I took care of many elderlies until Allah took them away from me, I hope Allah won't abandon me when I'm old" It occurs to me how...

(Warning! This post is sentimental and personal. You may choose not to read) I guess it’s the autumn rain or maybe the blessedly married couple story I heard last night. Or the sweet and sour taste of mandarin orange given by roommate. Or the good looking guy who taught me how to clear cookies on my iPhone. Or La Pasegiatta art I drew for my studio project. I don’t know… I’m just feeling mellow and a bit on the romantic side. Haha… Hence I’m writing this; The list goes as the following.... 1. An Art Gallery / Expo   I don’t mind if you can’t buy me the 99,000 USD worth painting that I fall in love with. I just need you to stand next to me, admiring the gift of God to all of these people. Understand how much I love arts. How I once dreamed to be a great painter. You must let me laugh of excitement when I see the piece that I like and don’t think me mad when I cry seeing the piece that makes me sad. I don’t mind you making silly comments of the displayed arts. I don’t mind you say...

The experience of picking up a path or school of thought in architecture is almost like falling in love with a person. The stages go from being strangers to, well strangers again like in this video .. Or maybe for the lucky ones, no matter how the love fades away… when you beckon, it'll come right on you burning brightly and lasts forever.  I used to be very keen on modernism. I once thought it’s a compliment to be called a modernist. “Form follows function” , “less is more” and “no ornament is the new ornament” are trio famous quotes coined by 19th C modernist architects which all sound so appealing to me.  However, whenever I went back home, I have some kind of recurrent frustration about the architecture. I’m getting sick of seeing stripped off flat façade, glass curtain walls, white wash painted wall, linear columns, doors and windows arrangement and random roman cornices in suburban retail buildings.  …and whenever I told people that I’m doing architecture, one ...

I've been meaning to tell you that this place is cold. too cold for the tiny me. We arrived here too soon. The sun within me is still sleeping. You. you were the light. Do not dim. I'm afraid you won't be able to see me anymore. I'm almost. nearly. partially. frozen. Stay.

A friend recently tweet-ed about Yuna new hijab style. Her tweet which I prefer not to quote sounded so intriguing that I ended up searching for Yuna's 'new' look. not that I'm a fan of her... I don't even have any of her songs in my playlist...anyway, upon 'stalking' through her fb fan page, I stumbled on a photo in which she (Yuna) was tagged on. It's Audrey Hepburn photo in a nun's outfit. something like below, (I couldn't find a similar photo) The caption following the photos talks about how most modern hijjab styles are similar to the Jewish and Christian women. It gives out hadiths regarding the forbidden of mimicking them.  Dear readers, how do you feel about this? As for me, I felt a tad sad when I saw that then became quite furious for the 'act'. I rather not use 'ignorance'. Not that I'm one of those hijjab fashionistas... me, still trapped in kampung-square-brooch-ed hijjab. Even wearing selendang always tak jad...

THE BITTERMAN'S LAST DAY He woke up in the morning and complaint how cold the weather is. His breakfast tasted bitter as he savored it along morning news on the newspaper and ipad. He cursed on the news, sent multiple tweets and facebook statuses speaking bad of the corrupt government and their stupid acts and the opposition coalition parties that never really win. “O man, ain’t the coffee sweet and the nasi goreng nice? It was your wife that cooked.” He honked the yellow sport car that took over him from the left lane. He wished he had a better car to race up. He called him ‘bastard’. He forgot how his mum always reminded him not to call anyone as such. The traffic jam irked him. He cursed again. He turned on the radio, they were playing love songs. He loathed love songs. It reminded him of his ex girlfriend who married a better looking and richer guy. He hated her. He hated love, but he too is married. “your eyes never lie, your wife too, is pretty… neither that your ears, ...