Whipped cream

I made a Victorian sponge cake for the first time just yesterday. Tak jadi(in no way did my cake pass off for a sponge), but my friends said they liked it :') I'm sorry, but this just calls for a muka-terharu-emoticon. Terharu that they liked it. Or terharu that they were lying to jaga my hati. I'm much happier making something to feed my friends rather than studying. Is this a sign? Should I ditch accounting and go somewhere to learn how to fluff meringues and ensure my souffles don't sink?

Over the past couple weeks, I've been out with some friends who have managed to make me laugh in way I haven't laughed for a while. The best kind, the priceless kind. The one that makes you cry and bowl over, clutching your tummy or the nearest solid structure for support. The kind that you faintly regret afterwards, but would rather experience anyway, because laughter like this doesn't come often. I laughed, I laughed, I laughed, and it was delicious. It was painfully lovely to collapse with mirth like that, to see the people around you laughing just as hard, trying to stop and get a grip before looking at each other and dissolving into belly-hurting giggles all over again.

And funnily enough, half of the company I was with were people I've barely known for 3 months. Isn't that funny? I've known some people for years, get along perfectly decently, but I've never managed to laugh with them like that. Yet there I was with people I don't know well for the most part, laughing our heads off together. Chemistry? Funny. It shows up in places you wouldn't expect.

Hail autumn, full of grace!
Your golden leaves caress my face
As they float gently to the ground
Without so much a wisp o' sound
And I watch, wistful,as they fall.

But soon your leaves will be no more
And winter will be at my door
I'll long for it to quickly end
And rejoice in sunshine once again
And wait for autumn's grace.

Emily Dickinson, please don't roll over in your grave.

I'm going to go meet the queen of body rolls, go get chicken and salami, and hopefully indulge in the culinary delight that is fried chicken. Happy weekend, mes jellybeans!

Here's to you honey, but I'm outta your league!

If I were to be completely honest, I was quite disappointed at not being selected for this dance thing yesterday. Even though the choreographer tried to earnestly reassure those not chosen that there was too many good dancers for her to choose from, it doesn't quite stop the voice in my head going "nampak sangat you're a hippo who can't dance". But oh well. You won't stop this hippo, BAM! I'll just try again. And my theme song to support this stance will be The Hives Try It Again, props to Nani(who has impeccable taste in music, yo) for introducing it to me. I adore it so much, it makes me want to dance(hippo-like and all) like crazy.

Up from the floor on the count of ten
Oh you get up, you get down, and you try it again!

My latest financial accounting class was just..bonkers. We're learning the tax effects of intra-group transactions for consolidated reports, the last lecture had my head spinning. But it's good in a way, it's something I can sink my teeth in, I'm starting to get an in depth sight into what I'll actually be doing for a living. And say all you want about how dry and boring accountants are, etc, but come tax season and you have to file your returns, who you gonna call? That's right, bitch.

Sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me today. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, I was angry at myself for waking up late, mad at my homework for being undone, mad at the trash for not being in the rubbish chute, mad at my contact solution for being almost finished, that sort of thing. Irrational anger.

And it doesn't help that that feeling is back again. The one that makes me listen to This Year's Love by David Gray for the umpteenth time and wish. Wish and long for. Someday I'll get this right, and I'll gracefully resign to takdir and be okay on my own, if that's how it works out. Or maybe I'll end up meeting someone. And I'll yell "MANGKUK! What took you so long?!"

Ok. Assignment memanggil. Saya perlu menyahut.

With all your lies, you're still very lovable

Hello, jellybeans.

I bought Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever Ago. Hot damn. I've had it on repeat for the past week, turning it up,up,up as I walk to uni, to hear Justin Vernon's soft voice over the trams and the traffic. It's quite wonderful how you can find beauty in the same 9 songs over and over again without growing bored. I just hope I don't over-listen and become sick of it. That happened with Stars' Your Ex-Lover Is Dead, our relationship is still in recovery mode.

Sometimes I can't believe it's only been about 2 and a half months since I've come back, it feels much longer. And yet the days pass by so quickly and I don't have time to do my homework(heh. I'm making excuses, I actually do it too slow and waste time). I don't think that much has really happened, nothing major, no truly significant events, and yet I feel like this has been the most enjoyable, fully packed, thoroughly used time I've had here. Yes. YES. Even as I think this over, I concur with this statement, I acknowledge the truth in it.

Yes. I haven't enjoyed being in Melbourne as much as I enjoy being here now. It's due to the combination of new friends, new activities, and new music I've had the good fortune to come across. Starting the semester after going to umrah probably had a good deal to do with it too, and knowing the city a little bit better helped as well. I'm still not putting enough effort into studying, I still have kinks to work out in my study method and planning, but I'd like to believe I learned enough from last year to repair my mistakes, at least a tiny bit. I haven't found that perfect balance of study and play, friends and books, religion and daily activities, happiness and feeling down, buying stuff and saving cash yet, never will probably; but it feels better this year somehow, I must be doing something right?

Overall, I'm doing good.

I have 3 weeks worth of finance to study though.