Such A Busy Bee

It’s been 3 weeks and I had no idea what to write about all week long.

There are currently 4 drafts sitting neatly on top of my ‘blog posts’ section.

So finally, today would mark the end of my writer’s block, yeay!

Last Thursday, I received a message from JPA which read more or so like ‘CONGRATULATIONS! You have been granted the ______ scholarship. For further information, log onto www…..’

I was in my English class nervously waiting for my turn to present my talk and when I received that text, my mind literally went blank. For a second, I didn’t know where I was because this is big deal!

I wasn’t sure if it was because of the speech or because I wasn’t expecting that kind of news at 9 in the morning, my shaky hands logged onto the website and guess what. IT IS TRUE!

Alhamdulillah *crying a river*.

Right now, I’m on a student loan and as much as I think that it is alright, I know that right after my diploma I have to start paying and it is a burden for me knowing that my salary probably won’t be much for the first few years for me to pay on a monthly basis.

Hence, I am extremely grateful and hopefully the process of submitting the documents will go smoothly too, In Sya Allah.

Ooooo, you guys! My final exam is on the 23rd Oct and I, foolishly signed up for a 3km marathon on 22nd Oct (I thought my finals starts at 25th T.T) and on the 27th I have my history test but on the same 27th I have to submit my scholarship documents, phew. I’ve never been this busy in my life.

Buuut, I have a feeling that everything will go just well, In Sya Allah.

And now, I’ve got Management class to catch up, buh-bye!


If Only Typing Is An Exercise

Assalamualaikum and hi!

1. Exercising is hard.

2. Keeping it up for a week is harder.

3. Eating clean is the hardest.

1+2+3. Exercise + Clean eating = BAAAM! A glowing you inside and out.

But why, all good acts are difficult to do when we humans are always attracted to good and nice things? It still baffles me.

Personally and based on other’s experience (friends and family), it’s because of laziness, tadaa, I know right? Such a ‘rocket science’ discovery *rolls eyes*.

Well, I can’t deny it, at all. I made a vow to follow Blogilates’ videos for a week without fail but I just couldn’t keep up *silently crying in the corner*. I think 4 days were my personal best score then the next day, my body will immediately go into a hybernate mode.

But anyway, since I’m just too lazy to exercise now and I’ll probably would never do for it a week straight because of finals (“Excuses, excuses, tsk tsk”) and whatnots, I even consider walking to my poly as an exercise these days. Wouldn’t it be perfect if typing considered as exercise? I would have 6 pack abs now, woohoo…

I’m currently ending this post after a long walk from poly, very healthy I know


Merdeka + Raya

Assalamualaikum and hi!

Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha, everyone!

This year would probably be one of the most memorable Hari Raya + Merdeka ever because Malaysia rose as the overall champion for SEA Games with a whopping 145 gold medals (phew, now that deserves a standing ovation)! And because of our amazing athletes, the prime minister declared a public holiday next Monday! (If I could hug our athletes, I would do it in a heartbeat. Getting a holiday on MONDAY is like the icing on a cake, just perfect).

I’ve never openly confessed my love for Malaysia to be honest because a) It would seem awkward to suddenly talk about my undying love for my country and b) Umm,yeah pretty much that’s it. Since Independence Day had just finished and I conveniently forgot to blog, here it is, as a Malaysian, I am soooo proud to call this country my home; the food, friendly neighbours, the environment, amazing tourists’ spots and the creative talents that we have are simply mind boggling.

Despite our tumultuous past and present whether in politics or economy, Alhamdullilah we have never had major fights nor wars and in fact, I feel like we’d grown stronger than ever, with calling each other uncle/aunty/kakak/abang on a daily basis, truly feels like a hugeeee family with different characters to add happiness and excitement into our mundane lives.

As today is the Eid-ul Adha, let’s have a prosperous day filled with His blessings! Let’s eat a lot and enjoy this long holiday!


Letter To My Younger Self

If only I could write a long a** letter and post it to my younger self…. But one thing I would have told the 17-year-old me would probably be, “Study smart, go with your own flow and stay classy”.

I enjoyed my secondary school life especially the last year since everyone became emotionally attached to each other. The people that I had never spoken to for the last four years suddenly became my study partners, the boys that I barely spoke to became my stress relievers with their never ending jokes and the girls that I had only smiled to before became my shoulder to cry on and my mood lifters. 

I would say it was the most amazing year of my life, Alhamdulillah. But I do admit, my time management skill was super rusty. I was everywhere on the last few months of senior year, what’s with SPM examination looming over our heads and last minute editorial board works, it wasn’t a walk in the park. 

I would’ve asked the younger me to always be steadfast in her prayer, never let go of God if you don’t want Him to let go of you. Honestly, I strengthened my relationship with Allah only during a month before SPM. At that time, I didn’t know that I prayed solat sunat and prayed extra sincerely just for the sake of passing my papers but I did now. I am ashamed, to say the least because it felt like I only looked for Him when I needed His help.  

I would’ve also suggested the younger me to have a planner and make sure to USE it, not just put it in the bag and never let it see the daylight. I’ve always loved stationaries especially the tumblr-ish ones and I’ve invested in a lot of cute planners and notebooks (girls, you get me right?) only to have it sit in my bag for God knows how long. 

I would’ve also asked ‘her’ to drop her ego and just ask anyone, from teachers to peers for help in certain subjects. I thought I wasn’t that egotistic because “I still have a clear understanding of Physics (actually I sucked at this subject!), it is just a tad harder than the rest so I can do it on my own and if and only if I had problems I will ask someone” but that day never came even after I finished sitting for my Physics paper. 

So maybe there are tonnes of other things that the 17 year old me needed some lecturings on but I can’t turn back time now, can I? (Actually that would be EPIC, like imagine when a bully is about to knock your teeth, your future self comes to the rescue looking all macho, okay I’m going off topic). All I could do as an 18 year old me is to follow through my advice to the 17 year old me. 

P.S I think it is finally the time for me to lay down my yoga mat aka quilt and start on those lunges or else I will not finish my resolution in time and I’ll wallow in self pity for not managing my time properly! 

Fashion · Life

I Met Someone… 

Assalamualaikum and hi! 

Have you ever met someone who is very kind and humble to the point where you feel as if your heart would melt if he/she continues doing whatever they’re doing to your heart?

(Don’t think of it in a romantic way! Think of this person as your grandma who always bakes cookies/cooks your favourite food or just a random stranger you met in the street who aided you when you truly needed his/her help).

During the recent GKR2017 in May/June (can’t remember), I was fortunate enough to be a guest for Schmiley Mo’s show. I might have talked about the glitz and glam of that day but here’s the real story. 

Since I’ve never been to a fashion show before, of course I  didn’t know the protocols of attending one. The show started at 6 ish while my sister and I arrived at 5.30 pm on dot, talk about being excited. 

We waited outside the Black Box (the place where the show took place) and mind you, IT WAS HOT! You know the Malaysian weather *rolls eyes*. So we waited while our makeup melted like river and this kind (umm, what do I call her? Usherer? Yeah, that’ll do) usherer told us “For now, you can check out the clothes at White Box because you know it’s vey hot in here,”.

I wanted to tell her that we’d already looked at all the clothes and honey, it’s EXPENSIVE for a student, enough said but of course I didn’t, she was just an usherer but I liked her caring attitude. She wasn’t snobbish or stuck up towards us poor souls. 

Then we waited and waited, at last! The show started and our faces looked like kids eager to receive that twisted balloons clowns always make. Buuuuuut, we didn’t want to seem too eager so we waited for others to enter the hall first *face palm*.

That was when a kind looking man, clad in suit approached us and told us to step inside the hall. When I looked at him, I felt like I had seen him somewhere but I couldn’t place a finger on where I saw him! But I dismissed it because yeay, finally we were about to go in! 

So we enjoyed the show, took loads of pictures then we headed out with a goodie bag each with a smile on our faces. The whole situation felt surreal. 

Then, a week ago, I finally found the man again! Guess what? He is actually the FOUNDER of Kuala Lumpur Fashion Week (KLFW), Mr Andrew Tan himself .

*faints, gets back up, faints again* 

*sits in the corner and cries bucket*. 

What shocked me the most was despite being in a position where people in the fashion industry would look at you in awe, he came up to us personally (mind you, we were standing there looking like a lost child) and told us to go inside in a very kind tone. He didn’t have the “urgh, peasants” look nor spoke to us in a harsh voice.

 Even when I’m writing this, it feels like a dream that I spoke (even if it was just a few words) to a man who was respected in the fashion society and his attitude was enough to motivate me more in pursuing my goal to work in fashion industry. 

Also not to forget, the kind usherer who asked to check out the clothes instead of waiting in the hot environment. GKR2017 was definitely a success but what made it memorable was probably the ‘behind the scenes’ people who made sure every one of their guests were taken care off. 

To Mr. Andrew Tan, in 2 days KLFWRTW 2017 will officially kick off, I pray that you and your team will be at ease and the event will run smoothly as organised and will be a HUGEEEEE success! Ameen 

cousin · Life

Sibling Love: Of All The Fights and All Nighters

Do brothers and sisters always fight? Especially when they’re young? 

Because I can vouch that my brother and I used to fight so much when we were kids, even a mere word can be the trigger to our never ending bicker followed by slaps, kicks, pinches, punches etc. Poor mom, would shout at us to stop but come on, when you’re in the zone, it’s hard to stop and pretend everything is alright. 

Now, my brother and I are like 2 peas in a pod, we talk about almost everything from the under the sun, we have the same taste in reality shows/cartoons/movies (not music, he listens to rocks which I find… Urgh) but back then, our fights were so severe that he still has my bite mark on his chest to which he claims that he got it when he fell down, yeah right *rolls eyes*.

Guess what, the same thing happened recently. My aunt just gave birth to her 2nd child, a beautiful baby girl! And the eldest one, Faiz is super jealous of his sister.  Eventhough he is only 2, I can already sense the impending fights that my aunt has to stop. 

You see, Faiz is very close to me so yesterday, I sat beside the baby and was stroking her cheeks and went all gaga, cooing “Soooo cute! Ehmegerd!” Then, out of nowhere, Faiz came and threw a powder bottle at the baby, but thank goodness his target was off and it landed on the wall. 

Fuuuh, had a mini panic attack right there and then. Faiz had been acting up since his sister arrived, like he’d be super clingy to the point of hugging my leg and never letting go or he would pull me away from his baby sister’s room and ask me to carry him but I find it SOOOOO CUTE. I always have the ‘Finally! Someone needs me’ moment when he does that haha. 

Hopefully these two would grow up really well and confide in each other whenever there’s a problem later on in their lives. 

I find brother-sister relationship very adorable. All the inside jokes that can only be understood by my brother and I and all the nights when we stayed up watching How I Met Your Mother (the best moment ever! Something good does happen after 2am, Ted Mosby).

Just a quick side note, if you have siblings who you’re not close with, now is the time to rekindle that sibling-ly love. Perhaps, they’d be the only one left for you to call as family after your parents, so why not put that ego and hatred (if you guys had a major misunderstanding) aside and patch up. Having your family stand beside you through every ups and downs is probably one of the most grateful thing that you can gain in this life. 

Now, I’m off to make myself a cuppa Milo with The Lord of The Rings in tow for a relaxing Sunday before reality comes knocking at the door tomorrow. Have a great Sunday guys! 


Tourist in KTM


My first ever ride on KTM (it’s a train system operated on electricity, the top part of the train is connected to electrical wires, I think) was yesterday because I wanted to return home for the weekend. One thing I didn’t know (or more like everyone else forgot to tell me) was that KTM had loads of stairs!

And I brought my mini hello kitty suitcase along, thank goodness it wasn’t hot pink or I would’ve died out of embarassment. I was heaving it here and there, up and down two sets of stairs. 

Since I brought it, I thought “let’s rest in the train since the stop is quite far” and I expected the insides of the train to be cosy with small tables and joined chairs, you know like the trains in other countries so I can seat comfortably and you know, take cool and aesthetic pictures. Boy, was I wrong. 

First off, there were a lot of students who probably missed their home and wanted to go back ASAP like me so when the train came about 30-40 people got on it and I struggled to heave my heavy luggage into the train. I swear, I had a bimbo moment, just a handbag was missing to complete the look. 

Since there was only a seat available, Diana (rooma mate) took the seat and I dumped all my luggage next to her, phew burden gone for 30 minutes! It was fun though, I played the tourist there haha. “Ooo, where are we going?” “Wow, this is how it supposed to be huh?” “Wow, there’s a ladies’ coach? How cute!”

Hahaha I knew there was a ladies’ coach okay it’s just I’ve never seen nor been in one before, hence the jakun moment. Our next stop was at KL Sentral and by that time, we were super hungry and thirsty but there weren’t any restaurants nor convenience store unless we walked out of the KTM platform! None, nada! Not even a drink machine. I was beyond disappointed guys.

So to ease our thirst and boredom, we played rock paper scissors, in which I won (it’s okay, she won’t read this anyway *wink*). Then the train came and we went home, and we lived happily ever after. 

But seriously though, drink machines are sooooooooo important especially when there are none in a place full of people who needs it!

Next time, my bag will be full of chips and drinks! And nooo hello kitty suitcase, ever! 


A Stuttering Little Me 

Assalamualaikum and hi! 

To those who have known me since kindergarten, primary and secondary schooling days, most probably knew that I have speech problem. One minute I can speak  fluently even I would be surprised of myself and the next it is as if my own little stutter fiesta has started. 

I’ve had this problem since I was small, about 5 to 6 years old. I believe it was because I made fun of my neighbour who stuttered even worse than me but hey, I was a kid, you know how mean kids can be right? 

Since then, I’m stuck with my inability to pronounce certain words that starts with ‘tr.. ‘, ‘br.. ‘, ‘cr… ‘, ‘a… ‘, etc. It was and still is hard, especially when I have to interact with people from different positions. Presentations were always a big headache for me and talking to my teachers were like a big boulder that no matter how I try, I couldn’t cross it. 

I think my biggest worry is people making fun of me. A lot of them, even my close friends and relatives had done that hence opening up to someone new could take some time, a lot on some occasions. 

Surprisingly my stuttering would completely stop whenever I sing. Those troublesome ‘br… ‘ nor ‘tr… ‘ would miraculously disappear and I could even rap like a bullet train yalls, this happens only when I sing so, I’m guessing this has to do with my psychology. “But how am I supposed to trick myself into speaking fluently?”

I’ve asked that question A LOT of times and the answer slowly revealed itself to me. Despite having stuttering problems, I willed myself to speak longer during presentations, I tried on different activities which required me to talk. 

I didn’t succeed in everything. I broke down on the day of my sajak (poetry) competition because I couldn’t pronounce a word. I cried silently the day before my choral speaking competition because I couldn’t pronounce two words in my solo line. I felt as if my heart was ripped apart when a classmate of mine smirked when my mouth stuttered to pronounce something.

I know that despite how much I try, I’ll always have the fear of speaking in class, the fear if I want to participate in debates, the fear if I want to speak to new people. 

Somehow, those are the things that keeps me going. One day, I want to be able to be on a stage and talk to tens and thousands of people. I want to be able to talk freely with everyone. I want to be able to live my life the way I’ve always wanted it, without fear. 

One thing I’ve learned from being a stutterer with 13 years of experience is confidence is really really really important. How you walk, sit and carry yourself can tell a lot about you so don’t be sad if you stutter because you’ve got other important things to take care off. 

Impress people with the way you carry yourself and you’d automatically attract people’s attention. If you’re good in Maths or Chemistry, make that part of you shine brighter than anyone. Who cares if you stutter, you got people’s attention baby! Congrats!

If you really want to cure your stutter I would suggest seeing a speech therapist. Don’t ever GOOGLE “how to cure stutter?” or “ways to treat stuttering efficiently” because honey, it doesn’t help, at least not in the long run. 

Do what you love and live the life that you want. So that, when you had designed your life and you’re finally going to rest for eternity, you’ll be thankful of your achievements

Have a great day! *wink*


Painful Sightseeing Experience

I’m back at my crib you all, finally! 

It’s been very long since my last update. I’ve got loads to talk about but couldn’t find the time nor a peaceful place (I live with 9 other girls, enough said) to sit down and write. Since, I just got back sometime around evening, why not note down my days, right? 

So first things first, can I know who said diploma would be easier than foundation and A-levels? They are going to get it from me. I think the amount of workload is THE SAME and the amount of presentations that diploma kids have to do is mind boggling since we’re in it for the long run. 

Buuuuuut, I love all the subjects! I know sound so nerd here but i cannot help it. I’m taking Business Studies so there’s Accounting (super fun when you balance your account) and Management (all the organising and planning stuff) and 4 other subjects. 

Every evening I always take the bus from my poly so last Thursday, as usual, my friend and I took the bus but we were too late to press bell! And ended up going around Shah Alam. A ride which could’ve lasted for just 10 minutes became 2 hours! 
My friend and I were in panic mode. So we just went along with the bus driver, sightseeing Shah Alam. If I weren’t super tired, I would’ve enjoyed the ride but man, 8 hours of class can take a toll on you. I wanted to sleep in the bus but I couldn’t because I was wearing contact lens. 

We’ve all heard scary stories about contact lenses right, so me being me, didn’t sleep at all. To worsen the matter, my phone died on me 20 minutes into the journey. No phone, can’t sleep and I’m not about to scoop conversations to the aunties sitting next to me yall.

After 2 hrs of agony, I arrived home, all tired and sleepy and that was when I realised that I could’ve just got down at the next stop and take a taxi/grab instead of waiting 2 hrs for the bus to bring me back to my house *facepalm* *hides under the covers*. 

Moral of the story : Always stay rational. Don’t panic! 

Update on blogilates: I was too lazy to do day 6,7 & 8 so I skipped out on body workout and just did my arm. My arms are strong as a cucumber you guys *proudly flexing those biceps*. Meh, still looks the same. 

food · Life

Gordonia Ramsey in The Making

Guys! I made something today which was absolutely new and definitely pushed me out of my comfort zone. 

I cooked! 

Hahaha, I cooked chicken curry for the first time in my life! *blows nails*

When I wanted to sautè the onions, I called my mom. When I was about to let the oils break the surface of the curry, I called my mom. When I wanted to pour the coconut milk into the curry, I called my mom. I was on the phone throughout the entire process with her, checking if everything is alright and including my room mate, Diana who stayed beside me to make THE awesome curry (she bullied me to include her name T.T) 

I mean, come on, when you’re about to cook for 6 people for the FIRST time, you HAVE to consult your mom, people. 

Since it was my first time, I have to admit that the curry was a bit thick and a tad tasteless (the taste was there but there wasn’t enough oomph!). My housemates are such dears because they complimented my ‘bland-but-there’s-taste’ curry *hugs and kisses*.

Man, it’s so tiring. How can moms cook everyday and never complain about it??? How???