26.1.13

Hey, It's All Good.

It's been ages since the last time I played with this "Photo Booth" thingy. I even forgot how to pout. LOL! The non-stop notifications from the uni and the unit's group is kinda scary, since I'm still in my first year in Murdoch. I don't know many people in my unit, or even who that I might know in it, and we have to form a group before the semester starts with scripts and sets of storylines. Maaa, I wanna cryy :'( 

Okay the result for the programme is finally out. I didn't get my chance to pursue my American dreams since I screwed my Screen Texts paper. But on the bright side, I've been offered to do my exchange programme to Nottingham Trent University in the UK. Will be attending the scholarships-interview prolly this Feb. InsyaAllah, with Allah's (SWT) will, I will fly to the UK this July for one semester. Hopefully Abah will let me to extend my semester 'til December. BOXING DAY WEH! But it's quite far from London :/ 2 hours train lor. Should've put Ittacha College London as my second choice tho :p So since I'm trying to get my ass in the programme, I guess I can't ask Abah for a car then.  *sob sob sob* Was thinking of getting the $1k car but I have phone plan to pay, and churros, and my Dome salmon, and coats, and Rubi shoes, sssshhhiyt. I don't think I can pay for the car service and tank. *cries* It's kinda sad to go back since the weather is effing hot over there and the facts that I have to go back with my sad meals. How I wish I can bring my maid along. I NEED A CHEF! 

Writing this with M&M's in hand feels quite, .. nice. But I can't stop myself from thinking about fried chicken, or chicken chop, or Ayam Uncle Bob, anything that has to do with chicken, it's all in my head. I gained two kilos in Malaysia. But I don't blame the chicken. They're the best thing that keeps me sane.  I love chicken. NO. I really, really, reaaaaly love chicken. I'm the biggest fan of chicken you ever know! Chicken curry, chicken kebab, chicken penyet (eh), chicken fingers, chicken balls, chicken wrap, its almost 01:00am here. I really should hit the sacks. Heading to Gold Coast Sepang tomorrow! Stay tuned for the amazing shots from Gold Coast. (Amazing kerrrrr..?) Went there once and I just fell in love with everything they have there. But the only thing that really annoy me is-- THERE IS NO PHONE LINES!! Not even one bar! Cannot use Instagram oh so sadd. Cannot tweet. Cannot whatsapp. Aishhhhhhh

Have a great weekend, everybody. Salam! xx

24.1.13

Having a Coke With You

Having a coke with you,
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, IrĂșn, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona.
Partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian.
Partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yogurt.
Partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches.
Partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary.
It is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still.
As solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it.
In the warm New York 4 o’clock light, we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles.
And the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint.
You suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them.

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick.
Which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism.
Just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me.
And what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse.

It seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience.
Which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it.

Sometimes

Sometimes I think too much, it leaves me speechless.
Sometimes I wish I don't have to listen to anybody and just do it.
Sometimes I wish I can turn back time.
Sometimes I wish I can see the future.
Sometimes I wish Doraemon is real.
Sometimes I wish I can write like Shakespeare.
Sometimes I wish I can be the smartest daughter.
Sometimes I wish I can be the greatest girlfriend.
Sometimes I wish I can see my Aunty again.
Sometimes I wish I don't hate people easily.
Sometimes I wish I don't exist.
Sometimes I wish I can stay normal.
Sometimes I wish I can sign up for United Nation.
Sometimes I wish I can talk to Barrack Obama.
Sometimes it tears me apart whenever I'm studying films from Middle East.
Sometimes I think the world is being hypocrite.
Sometimes I feel it's not fair to mother earth.
Sometimes I think being materialistic is a positive thing.
Sometimes I wish I can stop lying and tell Abah straight to his face.
Sometimes I wish I can find someone like Abah.
Sometimes I hate everyone, it hurts me.
Sometimes I wish I had amnesia, so people can come and go.
Sometimes I wish killing was legal.
Sometimes I wish I get sleepy at 10pm.
Sometimes I wish I'm a morning person.
Sometimes I wish I don't hate Mondays.
Sometimes I wish for people to stay.
Sometimes I wish I was creative, so I can work in comic industry.
Sometimes I wish I was artsy, so I can draw better.
Sometimes I wish I was a good bowler, so I can score more than 100.
Sometimes I wish I can make alot of money.
Sometimes I wish I can meet Kubrick so I can see how psycho he is.
Sometimes I wish Abah will buy me Mark-II with wide lens without asking me the reasons.
Sometimes I wish I can make a juice out of text books, so I can drink all the notes.
Sometimes I wish life to be harder.
Sometimes I wish life to be easier.
Sometimes I wish I know what I actually want.
Sometimes I wish leaving is easy.
Sometimes I wish I can pack a bag and leave and never come back.
Sometimes I wish I have magic.

-.-"

19.1.13

Lebenslangerchicksalsschatz


Ted : Victoria seems like a great girl. Why wouldn't you wanna marry her?

Klaus : There is a word in German, "Lebenslangerschicksalsschatz", and the closest translation would be… 'Lifelong Treasure of Destiny'. Victoria is wunderbar, but she is not my lebenslangerschicksalsschatz. She’s my "Beinaheleidenschaftsgegenstand"... It means the thing that is almost the thing that you want, but it’s not quite. That is Victoria to me.

Ted : How do you know she’s not lebenslangerschicksalsschatz? Maybe as the years go by she’ll get lebenslangerschicksalsschatz… ier?

Klaus : Lebenslangerschicksalsschatz is not something that develops over time. It is something that happens instantaneously. It courses through you like the water of a river after a storm. Filling you and emptying you all at once. You feel it throughout your body. In your hands. In your heart. In your stomach. In your skin. Have you ever felt this way about someone?

Ted : … Yeah, I think so. 

Klaus : If you have to think about it, you have not felt it. 

Ted : And you’re absolutely sure you’ll find that someday?

Klaus : Of course. Everyone does eventually... You just never know when. Or where.

..........

 Gute Nacht. (:

16.1.13

Summer 2012


From Perth, With Love
from Illy Illyana on Vimeo.
P/S : Please excuse my shaky hands. :p

12.1.13

Things NOT to Do in Masjid

P/S : Kudos to these brothers. MasyaAllah. And Hariz too. :*