10 years later

 Heyyy…

So this is me 10 years later. 10 years sounds like a long time, but without realising time just flew by. 

I even forgot that I have this blog. 

I’m going post this short entry first and then see how it goes from here. :)

I am home, but..

Well, hello there. Guess where I am right now?

That is correct, the title is indicative that I am home in Johor Bahru.
Home, where I grew up for the last 20 years. Wow. really now. 20 years.
When I say it out loud, it sounds crazy. Haha.
So yes, here I am. At home. I'm happy at home. But I'm feeling restless.

I guess I have always been this way. I love being home with my family, but at the same time I long to just be out there and spread my (chicken) wings somewhere else. I love spending time with my family but I also want to explore stuff.
You know.. stuff that every 25 year old learn about, experience, and just be.. out there.

Is it possible to have my cake and eat it too?

Eligible to graduate!

Hello, hello.

Yes, hello.
 I am finally a graduate of Master of Architecture!!!!!!!!

5 years. 5 frickin years. Gila wey. I can hardly believe it myself. *tampar diri sendiri*
For the next few months I shall eat to my heart's content. Like, real food. No more of that processed food crap, shredded and compressed chicken innards (Nuggets. NUGGETS!), and 5 cups of coffee a day...! I am free!

Ayam berjaya terbang!

not a chicken. a duckling. quack kurr kurr

Tahniah natto ayam! You are not as ayam as you think you are! You are not as ayam as other people think you are! You are a certified halal, half-human! HAHA.

A career or a job?

In about 6 weeks insha Allah I will be graduating from this madhouse called university. Where sleep is a luxury that very few can afford. It is here that time feel like it's stretched thin and long and yet somehow when that dateline is breathing down your neck, time becomes like grains of sand that the harder you try to grasp, the faster it slips through your fingers.

Now I have 6 weeks left in Masters of Architecture. Soon, if all goes well, I will be presenting my final year project in front of the faces that I may or may not see again in the future. I will get the feedback to my project and my grades. I will finish school and then my pencils, Pantones and tracing paper, mountains of clothes and shoes will be stored away. Packed and ready to be aboard a ship back to Malaysia.  *chicken dances with pom-poms*

And it got me thinking.. What then? What will I do next? All these years of struggling and crying and laughing at 4 am, pulling my hair trying to figure out how to present an idea, (intangible, slippery, shape-shifting little maggot).

It's easy to lie when people ask if I've got it all figured out. But the truth is, nothing is really set in stone at the moment.

Being an adult is quite tough. I wonder how other adults do it. 

The first of many

 بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم 

It has been awhile since I wrote anything that is open to the public eyes. It has been awhile since I wrote anything for myself, even. So, here it is. Just me, and the click-clacks of my keyboard producing words on this blank sheet of virtual paper. May it bring more good than distress to both myself and the readers. Also, here's hoping that this post will be the first of many more writings that will invigorate the mind but not, like, in a tedious kind of way.

I intend to make this blog as a true reflection of who I am in this stage of my life. However, because I am also demanding in nature and perhaps a bit unrealistic (haha!), I hope to not be judged by what goes into this blog per se. It would be better to view the content of this blog as more of a platform that reveals only a limited facet of the writer's knowledge and experience. 

Here goes the launching of writingwithdothraki.blogspot.com! Enjoy. :)