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Nonsense

2012-01-26T13:20:00.002+11:00

nonsense.

to be able to speak nonsense, is just plainnonsense.

this kind of skill, will bring you nowhere ey?

it’ssome kind of behaviour, or subject, or it can be language, having no intelligiblemeaning, and it’s completely absurd.

however, i make believe, that a person,with the knack of understanding nonsense, would notice that my jason mraz pink toshibalaptop, has keyboard smells like papayas and the white desk i’m currentlyusing, feels like muddy lemonade.

you see, i feel funny in my head that caused meto butter up my computer’s ac adapter with a splash of reverse osmosis water,and that, will make the ketupats hanging from the office’s noisy ceiling look likemy blue sketcher's shoe lace.

so my thursday is going to be like rotten underpants, swimming in a chocolatier's bedroom ocean.

thereafter, i've decided for this post to end at a sudden star wars time machine.

like now, for instance, this would be a perfect time to end the post,as my conscious mind still aware of my weekly report write up, which has to besubmitted in less than 15 minutes.

if i've nothing else to add apart fromwriting about the idea of ending the post, i might just bloody end it.

eh wait!

i just saw a mosquito flying without using my neighbour’s broken wrist!

euuuunggggg euuuunnnggggg~

credit to Savage Chickens

ps: talking nonsense is proven to be the best treatment for kids who suffer from dyslexia and OCD. i think. muahahahahaha you nonsense!

the tijah

2012-01-25T14:13:00.002+11:00

H E L L O ! ! !

This blog is getting quieter and quieter isn't it? Well, I really think writing is hard work. It's not hard like mechanical engineering (an unfinished chapter in my current life), which is a sleep-depriving, mind-numbing, or hair-pulling kind of hard. Writing is more a sweet torture, soreness-post-crazy-workout kind of hard kot. (it's not that I'm a big fan of gym, but surely I know the post-workout feeling. heh). You know the routine; the words get stuck. the ideas get jammed. The mind gets cluttered, and you get discouraged. It doesn't have to be this way. So i've decided to just stick with what I love the most:

SKETCHING!! yay!!

For the past few months, I've challenged myself to innocently sketch anything, anytime, that goes under one vital rule; NO eraser is allowed. Well, one might ask, "Tapi orang tak nampak kau lukis tak pakai eraser?" to which I'll reply, "Tapi Tuhan nampak. hahahah!". *insert awkward silence*.

Thus, here I am - introducing each and everyone of you, my most favourite sketchbook, the famous Tijah!! Let's have a peek into her then~

so this is Tijah. she lives in my black Navarro back pack most of the time.

(bought Tijah last year at a book store near Melbourne Central. hmmph can't remember the name)

here's one of many sketches I've made on Tijah. this is a girl, without eyes but with her colourful knitted sweater on. duh~ it's possible that this was an attempt by me to draw a hipster. bahahaha.

materials: Faber Castle colour pencils on Tijah

a someone's bicycle parked on the sidewalk near Flinder Street Station

material: mechanical pencil on Tijah

during Easter break last year, I spent my holiday in Sydney with the Larkin girls. we went to this one dodgy cafe and I snapped a photo of a wooden rack full of weird stuffs. felt rather bored one day, I decided to turn it into a sketch. tadaaa~

materials: mechanical pencil on Tijah.

the cutest Superhero I've ever met~

materials: 4B pencil on not-Tijah

haha this is random. too random. being a stalker I am, here's a snapshot-turned-sketch of the legs of my course mate which, was taken while waiting for the 86 tram to pick me up from uni. she wore too many layers of socks innit? panas kot time tu!

materials: same old materials. heh.

a young lady with her cat I've found on a magazine~

a mak cik Vietnam cooking something looked like lempeng pisang at Little Bourke Street, Melbourne

ibu. sorry, I kinda made you look older than your age. no eraser was allowed, remember? eheh~

hmm~ random faces I've never met. hahaha

So, that's about it. Bos dah panggil ajak pergi site. See ya!

ps: photos were taken using Instagram.

Morning Hello~

2012-01-16T12:57:00.000+11:00

"Dear Mr. Sun. Please look after Dalila for me today, and tell the clouds to shade her when you burn too hot.. and Ms. Rain, please wash away her pain and worries, and yes, just as you cool the earth, she cools my heart the same way~"

Love,
;)

ps: I know this is cheesy, yet it's sweet and I can't help but love it~ Haha!

keep your coins, I want change

2011-11-25T12:42:00.001+11:00

I've been told, that if I were in a horror movie, I wouldn't be the one that dies. Apparently, because I'd be the goofy and less popular friend that provides comedic relief. I'm definitely not perfect, but at least I wouldn't die if I were in a horror movie.

family portrait

2011-11-24T18:17:00.001+11:00

I think life, is pretty much like a series of family photos in which eventually you stop showing up...

Untitled

2011-03-14T21:35:00.003+11:00

Time had run out - but not before the first and most important part was written.

They'd held out against death. They'd held out against all human opposition too. The hints were there in the text, clear enough for all to see. Yet the fears that had driven them even to the bizarre pretence of drunkenness.

The public scandal that the memoirs' publication would have caused could be avoided.

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R ships

2011-03-08T21:26:00.003+11:00

I'm just going to own this; I'm the sort of person who can't separate my personal from my professional. If I've got a problem in non-academic related stuff, it's going to affect my work. I guess my personal life just seems more important. Ahaha. And maybe it is. But the trick is to find techniques to deal with it, so it doesn't have to ruin your work or study. The voice of reason, often in the form of close individuals, is way better than that internal monologue you've got going on in a loop. Not taking the needle off that record is how you end up muttering to yourself as you walk down the street.

Love and important friendships can be the hardest things to cope with when there's a problem. They are, after all, the people who define you, and without whom you feel alone. And sometimes, you are going to be alone. That's for sure lah. But it doesn't have to last forever. Figuring out who you are, what matters to you in another person, frees you to find the people with whom you can form significant connections.

If something is weighing on my mind, it's likely that talking to a sympathetic and objective person will relieve my burden. I'm missing my mum as I'm writing this. So yeah.

random photo. hee~

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A knight in shining white shirt

2010-12-20T04:33:00.013+11:00

This incident happened during last SWOTVAC. It was that very moment when my friends and I were about to walk out from Melbourne Central to chase for a tram. We just got back from Asam Event and it was raining heavily outside the building. Out of sudden, I got a muscle cramp on both legs that brought me to a static state. It hurts me so bad that I cannot even walk a step. There were some excruciating contractions of my calf muscles and at the foot muscles as well. That kind of cramp was very similar with my usual nocturnal leg cramps which can always lead me to a rude awakening at nights but only this time, it happened in the middle of the city where people were rushing their life out of it.

My friends were helplessly panic and so did I. Nonetheless, there was this cute local guy watching from behind. He’s kinda not too sure to help at first but when I screamed in pain, he then asked my friend, “What’s going on ladies?”. My friend told him about my cramp and without even touching me, he asked me to bend my knee forwardly and follow his instructions. I can sense that his behaviour reflects the fact that I was wearing a hijab at that time. I did exactly like he told me to but my legs still can’t be moved.

“Put your hand on my shoulder. Put your hand on my shoulder”. That’s all I can remember the moment he asked my permission to lift me up and bring me to a sidewalk bench with a help from my friend. I felt so embarrassed but I gotta hold on to my feeling as the pain really bugged me.

So that’s pretty much it. And then my knight in shining armour white shirt left me on the bench with some good advices on how to cure legs cramp. “It happens all the time”, that’s what he said. What a gentleman.

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The cherry cake conversation

2010-12-20T04:30:00.006+11:00

She bought a newspaper from a stall and hired a chair while waiting for a 57 tram heading towards West Maribyrnong. She began to read the paper. There was a museum to unveil treasures from King Tut’s tomb, the newspaper headlined. She was skeptical. The idea seems wrong in her opinion.

An old lady in a tight-fitting suit walked by, looking hard at her. Her look was so fragile at the moment, with a cherry cake in her right hand.

“May I sit here?”

“Oh please!”

Silence hit the note.

“Would you like some of my cheery cake?”

“Oh no, thank you. I’ve eaten my lunch just now. Thanks”.

Once beyond the tram stop, she felt a stiff breeze. She put the newspaper aside. Where’s the tram? The road was surprisingly rough, and the stout little bicycle in front of her lifted high on the road.

“What are you thinking dear?”

“Oh, nothing in particular.”

“Are you sure you don’t want my cherry cake? Not even a bite?”

That’s so strange. She thought.

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks”

“You remind me of my daughter. She loves cherry cake though.”

Then the tram arrived in time. She climb up the stairs and off she go. Clearing her mind, she began thinking about the old lady she just met. She was eaten with curiosity about her. Who was she? Where was she from? It was rather exciting.

Until they meet again. God’s will :)

Ahaa~

2010-10-28T20:56:00.007+11:00

I'm not going to lie, the long hiatus in which I completely abandoned this blog and allowed cobwebs to slowly gather on it has resulted in me losing interest to blog. It has come to my realisation that a lot of people have abandoned Blogspot for Tumblr and in fact, I've been considering to start a personal blog there, but fret not, my decision has not been finalised...yet. It occurs to me that somehow, this is the place I wanna spend most of my time writing good stuff instead of ranting about my life out of it. So yes, I am working on something pretty awesome as we speak. We shall wait for it to happen though, cause you know, they said Rome wasn't build in a day. Da Vinci worked on ''The Last Supper" for 10 years, often working so diligently that most of his times, he forgot to eat. Michaelangelo took 8 years to finish painting "The Last Judgement" and not to forget he completed almost 2000 sketches in the process. So I guess, let us use our patience today, then the next day, and the next day. Keep in mind, our masterpiece is waiting. Heh.

You owe me a penny

2010-03-29T19:47:00.019+11:00

"I saw Lauren staring at you just now!" Peter whispering over my right ear.

I turned my head to the left. She's sitting beside Mayumi, still wearing the same old jacket like before. The black biker's one. I looked at her. I saw she faltered, and then her face crumpled once more.

"What?" I asked her briefly.

"You owe me a penny." Then she went away, leaving me there blankly.

It was that very moment I realised that I was being too ignorant to even remember what's happening around me. Did I?

doodly doodles~

2009-11-06T11:59:00.010+11:00

My friend asked me to doodle a doctor with stethoscope. So, yeah. This is it.

#1

#2

Think outside the box

2009-07-31T00:07:00.011+10:00

I've learned about the SI units; metres, litres, and Newtons during my A-Levels years and I reckon that most of you are familiar with the SI units. However as told by my Mechanics lecturer during my first semester, given the extent of the engineering industry we will have to become familiar with US Customary Units and Imperial units as well or at least be able to convert between them. And guess what, this is something even NASA got it wrong! Ahaa.

In 1998, the Mars Climate Orbiter reached Mars and was designed to orbit the planet and collect weather data. The Lockheed Martin engineers were using Feet and the NASA engineers were using metres, so from here a navigation error occured because they had problem converting the units. The Mars Climate Orbiter was destroyed when the navigation error caused it to miss its target altitude at Mars by 80 to 90 km, instead entering the martian atmosphere at an altitude of 57 km during the orbit insertion maneuver.

Okay, this is another story told by my design lecturer, Geoff about the eagerness of NASA upon designing new stuff. NASA astronauts found that pens don't work in space. They found out that it was due to the difference in gravity, pressure, temperature etc. so the ink won't flow. Having said that, NASA undertook a major R&D program to design a light-weight, high-tech pen which the ink could flow at any angle and under conditions of zero gravity. The end result was successful, epic - the pen can write upside down, under water, over grease, in freezing cold, boiling heat, and in outer space. The pen features its own pressurized ink cartridge and all up, it has been said that this R&D project cost around USD 2 000 000!

And what did the Russians do? They used a pencil. :D

Strong faith

2009-07-25T13:48:00.011+10:00

This is the story I would like to share to all of you, given by someone so dear to me, a very long time ago. So here goes..

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a 'Glass Jelly Jar' from its hiding place in the closet. Little girl poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way to 6 blocks to Rashid's Drug Store with the big Red Indian Chief sign above the door. Little girl waited patiently for the Pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Little girl (Tasneem) twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise; Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster; No good. Finally she took a coin from her Jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

"And what do you want?" the Pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice.

"I'm talking to my brother from Lahore whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

"Well, I want to buy an mmm..."

The Pharmacist stared back in the same annoyed tone.

"He's really; really sick.... and I want to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon?" said the Pharmacist.

"My brother name is Aslam and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save my brother now. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the Pharmacist said, softening a little.

"Listen, I have the money to pay for miracle. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs?"

The Pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man from Lahore. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

"I don't know," Tasneem replied with her eyes welling up.

"I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."

"How much do you have?" asked the man from Lahore.

"Ten and half rupees. And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man.

"Ten and half rupees - the exact price of a miracle for your little brother."

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her hand and said:

"Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."

That well dressed man from Lahore was Dr. Ashraf Beg, a surgeon specializing in Neuro-Surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Aslam was home again and doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

"That Surgery," her Mom whispered.

"Was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

Tasneem smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost ... Ten and half rupees ...plus the faith of a little girl. And mom also knew exactly how much a miracle cost ... selfless devotion to their profession by doctors like Ashraf Beg ...

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Rundown

2009-06-20T03:39:00.008+10:00

Rex: D, do you know how to spell ren-daun?

Me: Oh, do you mean rundown?

Rex: No no no, just ren-daun. Ah you know, the famous Malaysian dish, ren-daunnn?

Me: Rendang?

Adorable. Just adorable~

2009-06-14T14:10:00.011+10:00

Meet Zain and Din

The big brother; Zain

Zain: Grandma told me you really need the money for good. So she told us to be nice to you. We promise to be a good student!

Din: I have like 72 dollars in my account. I can give 'em to you if you like?

Zain: Me either! But does 16 dollars okay with you? That's all I have. I bought a new PSP the other day. Sorry, I should have known this.

Me: ....

p/s: I promise you I never say that. My landlord just made up a story so that the boys will pay more attention during the mengaji class. Tapi diorang sangat baik kan sampai nak offer bagi duit? Haha. Sangat naive tapi sangat suci.

Children of heaven

2009-05-31T19:23:00.016+10:00

"Boo hoo!" Zain and Din tried to surprise me. They came out of under the dining table and jumped out in front of me the moment I step into the kitchen. Poor Zain. He was about to gait upon the table when his attempt to surprise me was to no avail.

"Wooo!" I pretended to bowl out when they screaming out loud to my face.

"Boys, you frightened me! I thought I was seeing bogeyman. Uuu." Aha, a little white lie won't hurt kan?

"Don't you scared or something? Your face didn't show 'em." Zain was right. I forgot that I ain't good at acting.

"We've waited for you for so long. Then I thought you just don't wanna teach us anymore cause we didn't finish our homework last week. So Din came out with the idea to scare you out when you come home. We are so sorry."

I went out shopping this morning when I realised I have to teach the boys mengaji on the evening. Upon being half an our late to the class, I'm the one who should asking for forgiveness. Heh.

. . . .

"Can we stop now? I'm so hungry! I wanna eat roti." Din tried to 'seduce' me with his sapphire eyes. I was melted.

"No no no. There is no way I'm gonna let you guys eat until you finish memorise the Surah Al-Falaq. Do you still remember your promise?" I was trying to be a strict teacher. Heh.

"Okaaayy, you promise if we finish memorise all of them then we can eat roti?" Zain still making those cute faces.

"Sure!"

. . . .

"Yes we're done! Can we eat roti now?" Din was the first to finish read out the surah in front of me. He grasped some air many times while his fingers couldn't stop counting the harakat while reciting the surah. I was quite enjoyed to see that they were so ebullient when memorising the surah and Din kept on jumping over my bed while reading the muqaddam. Oh I have to teach them how to read the Holy Quran properly.

Before they went home, they ran toward me and reached my hands. Kissing it so softly like a gentlemen. Touched. Honoured. Loved. That's the mixed feelings I had.

"See ya Dalila! We'll see you next week! I'm gonna teach Aman and Ijjaz the eating do'a as well!"

These boys were amazing. Despite all the troubles they caused me (in an acceptable way), somehow they managed to fill in the empty room. :D