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Micasa, My Home

January 11, 2011

I have lived here for the past one year. It’s really a great place to live. It’s called Micasa, meaning My Home in Spanish. It’s a 12-floor self-contained studio apartment designed for a single, independent, spoilt student like me. It comes with the functionality, security and modernity that bring together the aspects of living, relaxing, studying, cooking, sleeping and farting into one fine place called My Home, Micasa. Managed by Student Housing Australia (SHA), Australia’s leading student accommodation specialist, Micasa is one of the most expensive student complexes in Melbourne – the higher the apartment is, the pricier the rent is. I’m living right there on the 8th floor, a lucky and expensive floor. People will lift their eyebrows when I mention about how much I pay every month. That’s the cost of comfort and style.

Well, not everyone can afford to live here, unless you appreciate the quality, the vibrancy, and the fun of city life. True, I’ve got everything I need around this place. Swanston Street, with all its colorful events and classic arts, is right in front of me. Lygon Street, with all its Italian festivals and cafe lifestyle, is just right behind me. Shops, public spaces, gardens, you name it – they are all just a stone’s throw away from my doorstep. I’m so spoilt for choice. I’m living and playing like an Urban King. Exactly. I’m living in one the most liveable cities in the world. But, of course, you know how the story goes. Nothing lasts forever. Despite all of these heavenly pleasures, I don’t want to live here forever. I don’t want to get stuck in this comfort zone. I welcome and need changes. So, I’m leaving this place tomorrow.

MEMORIES AND VOICES

As I’m putting all my stuff into small boxes, I’m also putting together all the memories that I have gathered in Micasa. When you are at a crossroad, you can’t help feeling a little melancholic over petty things, can you? Leaving makes you aware of all those little things that have happened around you, things that you have always taken them for granted. I hate this feeling because it makes me feel like singing Celine Dion’s All By Myself. But, at the same time, I love this feeling because it makes me feel like singing Louis Armstrong’s What A Wonderful World. Yes, the memories – they are all coming back to me now (Celine Dion again). What am I thinking? How could I be so sensitive over material things? Do I think that they are even thinking about me? Why do I have to invest my emotions over dead things? Aren’t they supposed to be just… dead?

Let me tell you something about dead things. For me, each of them has a Soul, a character, a feeling. If you are attentive enough, you can hear them talking to you. Right at the moment, I can hear these colourful voices all around me.

Mr Kitchen is saying: “Dear Cekmi, I’m so proud of you. You have made use of me so diligently and patiently. I enjoy looking at you enjoying yourself with the spices. I enjoy looking at you getting so freaked out with the loud smoke detecter. I enjoy looking at you trying out your newly-found recipes on the internet and tasting your bad cooking with a smile. I’m so happy that you cook me well. Listen up everybody. I hereby pronounce Cekmi as Micasa’s Worst Chef of the Year.”

Mr Flat-Screen TV is saying: “Don’t you love me, Cekmi? I’m your best friend in the morning, watching you watching me as you sit alone on that small dining table having cereals and hot milo. I’m also your best friend at night, watching you watching me as you lie down on that comfy queen-sized bed hugging that smelly pillow with your arms. Be it a satellite channel or a Korean drama, you are so passionate with what you watch and see. You are such a lazy bummer.”

Mr Study Desk is saying: “Are you okay, Cekmi? You look so sad, fat and ugly. Don’t listen to that dumb TV. I know you’re a hardworking PhD student. I have seen you sitting down next to me for so many many times. You just don’t get tired doing your work here, day and night. But excuse me, are you a robot? Ah, I know why. You love sitting down here because of the wonders of Mr Balcony, right? See, he is so excited to talk. Okay, Mr Balcony, it’s your turn now!”

Mr Balcony is saying: “Thank you, Mr Study Desk, for your compliment. True, Cekmi. I think I have been the greatest asset in this apartment, right? You love me for all the visions that I offer generously for you everyday. When you are bored sitting down for too long with Mr Study Desk, you come to me and look at the Bali Park, the University campus, and the city skyline. You always say that you love me more when you watch the sunset, the twilight, and the pretty moon at night. You know what, Cekmi. You are one hell of a hopeless man!”

FINAL NOTE

I know what you’re thinking, guys – poor lonely man who has got no one to talk to that he has to turn himself into an Object Whisperer. I don’t mind talking to Mr Kitchen or Mr Flat-Screen TV or Mr Study Desk or Mr Balcony, because they have made me happy. And this makes me a Crazy Poet of Little Things. But you don’t have to be a poet to be happy. Just remember to talk to the toilet door you pass through every morning or to the bed you sleep every night. They always have some stories to tell.

I think I have listened enough stories from Micasa. I’m moving on, people. But, I’m so gonna miss this place. To dear Micasa, thank you for all of these great stories you have created for me. Please pray for my next adventure in the suburb. More wonderful stories are on their ways, don’t you think so? Oh dear, don’t be sad. You have been a great companion. You have been a part of my journey toward my dream. For that, I congratulate you for having been specially selected. I do hope you’ll enjoy your new master soon. I’m sure he or she won’t be as nutty as I have been. So long, dear friend. I’m leaving you with this last song: I Love You, by Celine Dion.

Mr Kitchen

Mr Flat-Screen TV

Mr Study Desk

Mr Balcony & Bali Park

Mr Balcony & Melbourne University Campus

Mr Balcony & City Skyline

Sunset Moment

Twilight Moment

Moonlight Moment

One Fine Night With Micasa

16 Comments leave one →
  1. lunacy permalink
    January 11, 2011 3:35 pm

    cekmi pindah lagi! happy moving cekmi, have a wonderful time decorating ur new place!

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    • January 11, 2011 5:17 pm

      Kak Lun – yes, for the 16th time! I won’t be decorating much. Houses in Australia are already beautiful.

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  2. January 11, 2011 3:58 pm

    Selamat segala hendaknya.

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  3. January 11, 2011 4:48 pm

    If only walls can talk….purrr….meow!

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  4. ikpunye permalink
    January 12, 2011 1:05 am

    Micasa: Jaangannn ♪♪♫ tinggal daku ♪♪♫ Ooo Cekmi ♪♪♫ ….

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  5. felix permalink
    January 12, 2011 2:21 am

    Gg to miss the coffee & ‘keropok’ at your place and the “Japan Hour” on Channel News Asia 😦

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    • January 13, 2011 2:11 am

      Dear Felix – I won’t forget those Japan hours. Thanks for being part of my beautiful Micasa 

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  6. January 12, 2011 5:31 pm

    salam mie,

    memang best ….mie pun memang pandai dekorasi rumah ni …kalau tak silap kat kl pun ada apatment nama micasa …hehehehe

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  7. Sarfraz Ali Syed permalink
    January 12, 2011 7:44 pm

    Hilmi I will also miss micasa.it is surely an awesome place to live.u have enjoyed the city life now enjoy suburban life
    Cheers

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    • January 13, 2011 2:16 am

      Dear Sarfraz – Your stay was one of the best times at Micasa. You have added new meanings to my city life. Yes, it’s time for a new story in the suburb. Thanks mate!

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  8. Anonymous permalink
    January 14, 2011 5:09 pm

    based on this entry, words to describe you? = sentimental, romantik, melankolik. (kena tak?)
    btw, happy settling down at your new ‘micasa’

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