It’s been ages since I logon to this blog and seeing all the comments, I was wondering what was my last post about?  By this post, it also means that I’m getting more sane. Guess what?! My mood is revived now that my husband came to visit me for a week!

So, what did we do? ehem ehem. *clears throat* yes, that. AND much more! 😀

#Day 1 : Arrival

Oh, funny story about his arrival. I wanted to pick him up at Southern Cross Station but that would mean skipping my class, so he told me he will call me instead. I was expecting his call atleast by 10am but 11am, and there was still nothing. Worried, I went to Southern Cross Station all the way from my class (at Melbourne uni) to wait for him but he was nowhere at sight. Feeling more anxious I called up AirAsia to enquire about the flight (HAHA) when suddenly I got a call in and it was him. He told me he was already in Uni! haha. I was relieved but also felt like slapping myself for going all the way to the station and lost 30mins worth of time I could already be seeing him!

Anyway, I was really glad I saw him. We went back to my place, I let him rest and that night we had sushi for dinner. That night we were staying over at a senior’s house who’ve kindly let us stay in their house while they go out on a vacation.

#Day 2 : Walk in Museum

I must say that we’re both fan of museums and I purposely didn’t go to the museum just so I could go there for the first time, with him eventhough it’s free for students. Now, we were impressed  with the lengths they went through to make the museums look as cool as possible!

Most of the the things in museum were about the history of Australia, which were very interesting. I could go on and on about what’s in the museum but let’s not make this post super long. I highly recommend you checking out the museum if you’re in Melbourne though.

That is one scary fish! It’s not real though, but it looks like it, right??

Impressive digital vending machine. :p

Funny thing is when we went to the museum, they were having an antic art show for $34 while it was supposed to be free for students. So out of frustration, we walked out until we realized we went into the wrong building! And it was right next to the Melbourne museum. I knew how the museum looked like but I guess I was too early in the morning and I was still in slumber. Hahaha.

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.