I can’t wait to finish this degree. Don’t even see the point of taking this degree.

I’ll be back, when I’m sane enough.

I wish I could blog about something cool about my absence. Like I’ve been involved in some gangs or something, make me  look super badass like I own the world. yeaaah… *bad ass face*

But the truth is, I’ve been slammed with so many assignments. It’s final year degree in architorture, can’t expect much from me. And having a dictating lecturer, is only making it 100000x worse. So, I’m not going to bother you with my rants on how assignments are slowly killing me, and how Melbourne is just gettting boring by the day, in fact, I want to talk about intentions, specifically intention of learning about religion, or to put it simply (or more accurately), niat untuk tambah ilmu agama. Sounds like heavy topic hey?

I want to put forward that I’m no religion expert. In fact, there are so much for me to learn about my own religion.  My mum used to drag me to mosque so that I could listen to the preaching afterwards. Sometimes they talk about some interesting topics, and totally catch my attention, and other times it is just bloody boring. I’m lucky to have a sporting mum who doesnt mind me sleeping whenever its getting boring. Bottom line is, I do want to learn something, at least a bit by bit. And I’m always grateful for insightful and interesting preach but I can only be patient during those boring preaching for it has cost me time.

Anyway, I recently just watched this video and I must say I don’t agree with him at all. Basically he’s saying that he’s against those ustaz who are more entertaining in their preachings saying that they are making fun of Islam. It’s pure BS if you ask me. In my understanding, making fun of the religion is not taking it seriously or mocking the religion. Most youngsters that are not.. well, technically speaking, so pious, is not like they are ignorance, but they just cant find the proper channel that they can cope. If the ustaz gets too boring, using terms that we dont even understand, how do you expect the youngsters to stay interested?

In the end of the day, the audience just want to get some ‘ilmu. And if the ustaz isn’t capturing anybody’s attention, I don’t think anybody’s gonna learn anything. We all know that humans today have very short attention span (or is it just me?). Of course, as the audience, we should try to concentrate and be open as much as possible, but one can only take so much. So yeah, I think it’s good for  and important for preachings to be entertaining or charismatic (read: charismatic, not aggressive). Unfortunately, not everyone is born with good communication skills. So, if you know a good ustaz/ustazah coming to your town or on tv, seize that chance. Whatever it is, be ready to accept the ‘ilmu and if needed, do extensive research on it. Niat nak ilmu. okay?

May Allah bless us all. Amin.

p.s, My mum’s been asking me to post pictures of the Uni. Will try to spend some time for that! 😀

These past few days, has been slow. Didn’t go out anywhere much, except for house inspections. Yeap, I’m still homeless here. Haha. It’s kinda stressful with classes starting soon. Pretty sure we’re gonna get a good one. Just staying positive, you know.

It’s kinda fun here, I’m adapting well, I guess. I don’t feel any kind of culture shock or whatsoever. The only thing, though, I’ve been missing my husband a lot. I feel fine when everyone’s at home, and we always have each other to talk to, but on some days, it’s kinda boring, and that’s when the feelings start to creep in.

Sometimes I can push it away, and be indenial, but sometimes, it’s unavoidable. I can feel it’s building up inside if I don’t let it go, and the only way I know how is by crying, or talking to my husband over the skype. But it’s never enough. It’s tough. With the difference in time, and it’s hard to arrange a good timing that works for both of us.

All I need to know is how he’s doing. I want to know his day, what he’s been up to, what’s he feeling and all that, just because I want to feel close to him. Gosh, I just miss talking to him, or doing anything random and crazy. I miss his jokes. I miss his hugs. I miss his teases. I miss everything about him. And every night I dream about seeing him, it makes it hard for me to get out of bed and face reality.

I can’t wait for him to visit in May. I wish he could come right now. Hell, I wish he could come here and stay.

So, this week has been slow, but fun. Took a break from house hunting and went to Kak Wani’s house somewhere in Clayton last Sunday. She organised a lunch to gather all the students that just arrived.

Train ride, yeay!

from left: Amalina, Sara & Me

The weather was sunny, but the wind really helped to make it feel a little chilly

Later that night, we took a random walk to Flinders st and along yarra river. We had a daily ticket for the tram and train earlier, so we took the tram.

Stopped by at Swanston st. to get some fries and burger before walking to Flinders st.

Look at that! soo sinfully yummy!