I have talented friends

I am always in awe of them. It's amazing how much talent surrounds me. I may feel dwarfed sometimes, but I always support my friends in the passions they are pursuing. Here are some of them and their recent progress...

My friend Zalikha, who is a feisty girl passionate about photography, is pursuing her dream with RupaJiwa Studios. I'm proud of you, girl!




My childhood friend, Aneesah, is a very creative girl. I've known her since we were babies, but we lost touch for a very long while, until I met her on deviantArt. She doesn't sell her stuff yet, but there are many guaranteed customers if she does start selling them, because so many people have been asking. That includes me :)

a stamp she carved for me, and mailed all the way from UK! Thanks Aneesah ^^

Then there's Kayant, whom I've just begun to get to know although I've known him through blogs for awhile. He's a very talented guy. Here he wrote and recorded a duet with another talented and beautiful friend of mine, Naby.




To all my friends, I'll always support you guys!

This is not a blog post.

Breathe.

Labyrinthine

Have I invited you in
this twisted labyrinth
of internal monologue
for your eyes to be unfogged?

Would you be able to swim
in a sea of words, dive in
to an eternal episode
of the sky giving into flood?

If you look into these pages
of arteries, veins, and nerves
would you be able to wrap a bandage
around a wounded verse?

for I'm Labyrinthine
pouring pieces of my mind
painting a landscape of words to form
a calm before a storm.



Simple words.

A review of some time past

If Time were a shooting star; leaving a rainbow trail of memories...



...I'd wish upon you within a beat.

Time can seem short, it can seem long. It is what it is, but memories shape our experience of time. As cliched as it sounds, time really does travel fast when you are having a good time.

It doesn't matter if you lack sleep, are schedule-beat, hardly eat, have aching feet... It's all worth it if your heart is smiling like a shining sun in the bright summer heat, melting the ice from your once cold heart.
You're happy, and why would any other negative thing matter?

My time spent during the short semester was time very well spent. It was a volatile mix of exhilarating emotions, and for those whole two months, it never stopped.

I took only one subject. Integrated Multidisciplinary Project. But here, I met the most wonderful group of people I was lucky enough to work with throughout the whole semester: Touch Design Consultant.







I will forever miss and cherish the days we spent designing, researching, snacking, chatting, sleeping on the floor and sofa, singing, jamming, playing guitar hero, watching movies, chilling, working together, bullying the PM, 'counselling', and generally just every precious moment I spent with them in that comfy office.

God knows how much time I spent in KAED. I didn't even have another subject to excuse myself to. So everyday, from 10am till 3am, I'd be there. But somehow, I enjoyed it. It's a different feeling from other semesters with individual work. We kept on laughing till the day of the presentation. We might not have won first place, but I still think we were winners.

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And of course, there was RUMI:

The 21st Architectural Workshop held in UiTM Shah Alam may not have been a roaring success in terms of event management, but as far as our UIA delegates know... it was a beautiful experience. Not just the 5 days of the workshop itself, but the days leading up to it as well. The practices, the preparation, it was all worth it. I couldn't have been luckier to be able to work with these 2 amazing groups of people, both my office and RUMI delegates.

The impact that we brought to the workshop was definitely huge. We managed to liven up the crumbling event, and break stereotypes while we were at it. You should have seen our faces when we won first prize for our performance on Highland Tower!

Everything that happened, happened for a reason. Out of all the things that happened that semester, however, one thing remains the most important.


Friendships were formed.

Alhamdulillah~great memories, TouchDesign & RUMI~

photos from Farah Afreeda, Aqilah Nizar, Hazim Azami and Fatin Aqilah.

Turned to Ashes

Turned to Ashes

by Munira Hamzah

There used to be hope.

A little seedling could grow, manifesting hope with each sprouting leaf. And with each ring around the trunk, a whole new cycle of life is spun. What joy a little seedling could do, breathing life like a symbiotic lung to a beautiful being called Earth. With each vein in each leaf, hope flowed like miraculous blood. A blood that seemed never ending.

There used to be hope.

But hope burns like fire, it breathes warm if done right. One wrong move, however, and that very same hope could turn to ashes. The kind of fire that burns the lungs, each seedling turning into coal. The main heartbreaker is when the veins have become numb, and the coal becomes another fact of life. When eyes become blind, blurred by the smoke.

There used to be hope. Where has it gone?

With each tree left breathless, a piece of hope falls to the ashes.

With each fire that flashes, the beat of Earth’s heart vanishes.

For hope to grow again, blood must flow through each vein.

For the intoxicating chase of smoke to blow away, each seedling and tree must remain.

There used to be hope….

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I was at the 21ST Architectural Workshop, held at UiTM Shah Alam from 7th-11th June 2009. Despite all the shortcomings of the organizers, we had an awesome time. Mainly due to our own spirit, and the people we went with. InshaAllah I will write a post about that.

I entered the essay competition, and out of the 4 topics I chose "Turned to Ashes: Deforestation is a Norm in Today's World". Under a limited amount of time, and a maximum of 250 words, this is what I managed to bleed out.

Alhamdulillah, I won first prize. I could not believe it. I thought they might have not understood what I had written in my typical style of prose. So when they announced my name during the award night, I was shocked! It means quite as much as Jabbawockeez means to Nesh.

She

She sits in a corner, with the face of a static soul silently screaming of cluelessness, her eyes roving like little planets on a child's astronomy mobile. Her fingers fidget, she cracks a knuckle or two. Like a child staring out of a 'MISSING' poster, she smiles nervously, in a blur between past and present. It seems like nothing moves her, and she moves nothing; a relationship of mutual ignorance.

...

She doesn't sit amongst a crowd, she IS the crowd. Her eyes flicker with excitement, her voice filled with glee, and her every pore spills smooth, golden confidence. No question unanswered, no problem unsolved, no task undone. Her steps echo off the walls like drumbeats, a blasting music that has become akin to breathing.

...

She holds a mirror with two hands. A mirror that never lies. A mirror that holds both truths. Shattering it against the light, the million spectrums will tell you one thing:

She is in all ends.