jarang-jarang, kadang-kadang

I have found, over time, that people tend to surprise me at the oddest intervals. I think of it as Allah’s way of keeping me entertained. It stops you from losing faith in the world, which I had, at one point.

For instance, old cowboys can learn new tricks.

If my one-time-political-hero-turned-villain wants, he can ask his people to check out OUR people. ‘Our’ meaning the University of Melbourne Islamic Society (UMIS), of course. It is, after all, Islamic Awareness Week, and we ARE shorthanded. Not to mention short on speakers. Hint. Hint.

And I know some fantastic people I’d like him to meet and talk with. Ho, that would be fun.

Ah, nostalgia.

tahukah kamu tentang ijok?

There is nothing like getting lost in the city with a decent tank of gas and Banoffee as your paman, to kickstart one’s day.

But hey. Hidup ini roda.

Sekejap naik
Sekejap turun.

But I do believe many I know in LITW would have to say,
“Hm. Selalunya turun.”

Maka

Exhibit A

and

Exhibit B

Taking a gander. THE gander. A gander.

Assalamualaikum.

This is my friend (?). He is a blogger.

He is currently in LITW, doing the infamous torture known as the SAM, in which they have to endure painstaking hours of SSABSA.

Ah, but life seems to be built on stacks of acronyms sometimes.

And even though it’s been more than 10 years since we’ve even been in the same room, it’s still good to know that semi-great minds will always stumble on the same inane things, and share them (un)equally amongst them.

A famous line from the Sisterhood movie comes to mind.

I enjoyed this piece of enduring sarcasm. MLH, congratulations on mastering the highly Ostolian trait which is sarcasm in the spoken/written word.

You’re almost there.

Cheers, mate.

Wassalamualaikum.