Lost

I am calmly lost in my own world. Stoned. Did not crack pot. But definitely high. At this stage, nothing surprise me anymore. Owh! So post-doc syndrome!

Just finished reading this very interesting book by Randa Abdel-Fattah. If she really spilt out facts on what every ordinary Aussie Muslim teenagers are facing to cope with faith and culture in life, then I need to think many times before I decide to take my family and migrate to Australia.

Should have explained more on what transpired in the book that had me glued to it 24/7. Perhaps not now. Lazy.

By the way, I've gone through my viva voce session on 3rd September recently. It was a two and a half hour session with all the senate members and examiners wore black hoodies and strapped ancient daggers to their chest and hummed "Killing Me Softly" as their opening ritual.

But yay!! I survived!

Alhamdulillah...!