the hilarity of silence.

i wonder what's been happening for a while? :D i decay, i've been on an okay mood lately, so i suppose nothing bad happened.

well, let's just start off with the title. why is silence funny? well, nothing is funny about having to keep quiet of course, but there was a funny tale my geo teacher told us of his parents when they were sort of 'dating'.

they were on a boat race in Scotland, you see, and suddenly my teacher's father just laughed and laughed. it was the first time for him to meet his girlfriend's parents and so far, not a good impression. after a while, when they finally got him to calm down they asked him to explain what happened. then my teacher's father (who was absolutely English and not Scottish unlike his wife and her parents) was like:

"Did'cha see that boat over there?! It's name was We Shiit!"

I'm not joking. that's what he said. of course, he explained to us that in Scottish, 'weesht' means 'quiet' or 'silence'. so it's perfectly understandable for foreigners to mistake the pronounciation. :D

/STILL I'M PRETTY SURE IT WAS JUST ANOTHER EXCUSE FOR THE -SCOTTISH- TEACHER(S) AND THE STUDENTS TO SWEAR IN CLASS. MAYBE?/

no, of course not, but i still find it hilarious. XD it's the closest i've got to hear a teacher imply and say a full swear word.

my guitar teacher said my name sounds italian. idk, but that's the second time someone said it, the first one coming from this British author. :/

and just before i go, i'd like to present you with this ever-so-precious video my sister found on the net.

Ukulele kid brought a smile on my face so wide that my jaws hurt. :) Enjoy this please, and smile along.

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Thank you for faith, hope and love. thank you for friendship, trust and laughter. for music, art and serenity, and serendipity. thank you for hot chocolate and smiles.

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I'm just feeling very awesome tonight. :)

The Musafir

The harsh wind of the desert summoned whirlwinds of sand up in the air. In the distance, the sun glowered mercilessly upon the earth, its brilliant rays breaking the horizon. Dunes after dunes adorned the bare land like waves on a sea of sand. There seemed to be no soul roaming on this desert—only the sun, sky and golden sand.

A lone tree stood in the middle of this empty land, being the only beacon amongst an endless field of nothingness. It arched elegantly on its side, casting a wide and cool shadow underneath it. For Musafirs of the desert, this beacon was a sanctuary. It provided them a temporary home and shelter from the sweltering Arabian sun. Small lizards and animals create themselves a dwelling at the roots of this tree, leaving only in search of food which appears scarcely in the middle of the desert.

Beneath this beacon, a man rests with his horse. He was a Musafir—a traveler of the desert. His face was carved with wrinkles and creases, etched with lines of wisdom. The Musafir’s eyes were of a dull grey colour, their whites turning a slight shade of yellow. The man, though aged, was strong. He was powerful and prevailing—facing the dangers of the desert bravely, confident nothing can shatter his old figure.

And he was about to have the world in his hands.

It was actually a dark dream he kept concealed in his mind since he was young. To be a small nomad, who would someday achieve the highest throne in the world. He would sail all the oceans and the seven seas; climb all the mountains there were to mount and shape the world to his desire. There would be no more wars, nor crimes. The hungry would be well-fed and sought after. All will follow his will, and his wishes will be granted.

But, alas, the traveler knew it wasn’t possible. Perhaps if he was to rule the world, he himself would soil his own heart. He might become too selfish and greedy, and throw aside all of the good deeds he would have done. He would become the monster he once feared to be. He shook his head, dejected. It was a dark dream indeed.

The Musafir waited in silence as he watched the sun set lower below the horizon. The sky was forming an awe-inspiring ribbon of colours from yellow to pink to violet. He could rule the world if he wanted to, but now he won’t. The world, he believed, should be left as it is. No matter how many wars or hardships there are right now, he somehow knew that, maybe, this was how it was meant to be.

He heaved himself up with a grunt and mounted his horse. With a last look at the sunset, he took off with his horse, dashing forwards to nowhere, and let the dust and sand bury the footprints of the Musafir.

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An entry I did for the World Book Day writing House competition. It was 498 words, I think. I know winning isn't everything, but if I do win then alhamdulillah for me and Oasis. :] Forgive if you think it's crappy, but I did try to slip in this thought I've been pondering about for quite a few days about having a chance to 'take over the world'.

I hope you enjoyed it! :D

the masochistic, sushi dream.

Gosh, I feel like I've changed the viewpoint of my life drastically this year.

I feel so .____. these days. But well, let's start off with happy things like my posts usually do.

Yesterday I went to Sushiminto, this japanese restaurant across Jarir bookstore. It wasn't bad actually; the tempuras are delicious. And so are the sushis. It actually sorta filled me up, even though I sort of cried just before we went out to eat there.

After that we went to Jarir, and I bought a National Geographic magazine. Dad told me to buy this mystery novel he read when he was small by Agatha Christie. It was old; around 1970-ish. I was like 'But the English is so old, Dad, I might not be able to understand it, no offence! D8'

But he said Agatha Christie was one of his favourite authors when he was younger. Of course, he read the Indonesian translation, so I don't know if it was hard for him or not. :/

But I find the older English cute. They say 'I shan't' and 'I say, my dear girl' and stuffs. The main character is called Sir Stafford Nye. Cute name, eh? :D Sir.

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I've been thinking lately, after I had this very vivid but strange dream two days ago. I dreamt of UFOs and snow, and searching for a real jet-plane behind bookshelves. I dreamt of walking for less than a mile on so on disabled legs, thinking it was possible.

Waking up from these dreams I thought, 'Wow, that felt so real. And silly. But nice.'

And you know what? I came to realise I love those dreams. For me, I think dreams are visions of the impossible you create in your sleep. And then when you think deeper, you could find that they are possible to bring to life.

Now I talked about this to one of my friends yesterday and she said she had no interest. It offended me a little [alright, so it was one of the reasons which made me cry. why? more will be explained later, maybe], but i realised that not everyone is a dreamer.

that's not a bad thing, really. they live in reality.

but if you are reading this, i wish for you to comment below and state what you think about dreams. D: If that's okay.

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The third part to this post:

here are somethings that bug me these days, and it makes me want to break down thinking about it:

- i'm not allowed to draw freely anymore.

- no one seem to care much about what i say.

- i haven't, maybe, found that right person who'll understand me.

and then my sister is says, "If being on MSN makes you cry, then stop it. I mean, I was in your phase once--being on computer 24/7 (which is a slight exaggeration)--but someday, you'll realise that even if you communicate online, you'll just get lonelier keeping in touch with people virtually. If you want to talk, talk face-to-face; it feels much better than virtual talking."

She had a point, and then I remembered to tell myself that I go on, mostly because i feel like i'm waiting for somebody, which is really useless and time-consuming.

and the thing about the 'not being able to draw freely anymore'. Well, I know, people have told me this last year, but I carried on anyway. I was ignorant, or I forgot. Then one day I read in BS's blog and BAM--my face fell when I was reminded.

We're not allowed, according to our religion, to draw some living things. Like humans. And animals.

I asked an ustadhz about this and even though he tried to make things better, i still cried.

for me, art, even if my people seem anime-ish, fills a bit of my life. i can't draw emotions if there are no people in the picture. it's possible, yes, but i just don't...

and when i pick up a pencil and look at my sketch pad, something tells me not to draw. i listen to music, receive inspiration and then i still deprive myself from drawing.

you may think 'it's just drawing. it really is not that bad; i can live without pictures or drawings.'

but if you were me, you'd cry.

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Sorry for the exaggeration in this post. I feel so guilty, having been living on drawing for most of my life. I never knew it was this important in Islam. I think about it and then I feel so sad and depressed. Astaghfirullah.

I do make a big deal out of the littlest things, and I do think that everyone should have a 'FRAGILE: HANDLE WITH CARE' sign etched on their hearts.

Because no matter how you look at it, there's always something that can shatter even the strongest person on Earth.

happy belated birthday, i miss you.

the title will be explained later, (as usual these days), but right now I want to write about my thursday.

well, my thursday was pretty darn good, actually. it was the best thursday i've had in a while--lots of laughter and smiles and friends and all that. english was a relaxing lesson. we made bookmarks so we can sell it for charity in this world book week later on. :'D

Okay, I can't think of a plot to write for that short story.

It will come, hopefully. -_____-

ICT with mr. johnson was... nice. we began the lesson with him scaring the shoes off me, then it was a real blast coming to the near end of the lesson.

oh, and since we were learning about databases, there was this very weird conversation pratiwi or farahana had with mr. j:

Mr J: Alright, so what other field could we keep inside the database?

P/F: We could keep the gender of the students in this school?

Mr J: That's right... Apparently, we're still trying to figure out Mr Sutcliffe's gender, so...

...

I sense a bit of platonic bromance between Mr. J and Mr. S. *TOENGTOENGTOENGOETOEGN* *GETS SHOT*

I passed the day with a long nap then woke up to be ushered out of my bed by my mom. We were going to this ngaji thing and there was Ocha, Fikar, Nadhira, Nadia, the Ghozalis and others.

It was a blast playing with Felix.

It was awesome to be hanging out with pals late at night and studying about Grace from God. :'D

Thanks for making my day, by the way, if you're reading this. But then no one does read my blog unless they were told to or if it's on a very rare occasion. But a girl can hope, right.

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23rd of February. That was how belated I am.

Grandma, I miss you so much. I'm sorry I forgot it was your birthday until the next day afterwards. I cried a bit when I found that out, but I know I shouldn't. You wouldn't want me to cry for you right? I love you so much.

If you were still here, I'd call you then and tell you 'happy birthday'. of all these times, I never looked forward to speaking much over the phone with you, but now that you're in a very deep sleep, i'm grateful for all those reluctant talks a thousand miles apart.

i hope i'll see you later.

i love you.

laugh at my blondness, plz.

1 [] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking
2 [x]Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking
3 [] You have ran into a glass/screen door
4 [] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.
5 [x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks
6 [] You have ran into a tree
7 [x] Tried to lick your elbow.
8 [x] Forgot where u were
9 [] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star had the same rhythm
10 [] you have swore in front of your parents
11 [x] You have tripped over yourself
12 [x] You have choked on your own spit
13 [ ] You have seen the the Matrix and still don't get it. or sorta get it but not that much
14 [x] You didn't notice that in the last question 'the' was spelled twice
15 [x]You just looked at it
16 [ ]Your natural hair colour is blonde
17 [x] People have called you slow A LOT! or more than 10 times
18 [] You have accidentally caught something on fire
19 [x] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes
20 [x] You sometimes drool for no reason
21 [] You've fallen asleep in a laundry basket
22 [] Sometimes you just stop thinking
23 [] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about
24 [] People are often shaking their heads and walk away from you
25 []You are often told to use your 'inside voice' A LOT
26 [x] You use your fingers to do simple math
27 [] You have eaten a bug
28 [x]You are taking this test when you should be doing something important.
29 [x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it
30 [x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand or pocket
31 [x] You forget things right after someone says them
32 []You break a lot of things
33 [] Friends know not to use big words around you
34 [x] You sometimes tilt your head when you're confused
35 [x] You have fallen off your chair before
36 [] When you're laying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling/wall.
37 [x]The word 'umm' is used many times in your day
38 [x] You called a friend and then completely forgot what you were gonna say
39 [x] You have spelled your name wrong [WHEN I WAS 8. >8U]
40 [x] You have drawn a lop sided heart

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Snagged from my luhvly Kamilia's blog :] *AND YES I MENTIONED YOU HERE TAKE THAT*. I started laughing when I read the first two answers.