The Story of Henry: As Told By Schmiley Mo


Schmiley Mo is an Indonesian-based fashion brand spearheaded by Diana Rikasari. Intended for daily wear, Schmiley Mo injects fun, happy and quirky notes into each of their pieces. Wear them separately or layer them all together, Schmiley Mo’s loose-cut signature allows you to do all that!


My everyday attire would never look anywhere close to Schmiley Mo’s quirky yet chic designs. If I could use one word to describe my style, it would be classy and Schmiley Mo’s would be quirky. The thing is, even with our contrasting style, I adore their designs too much! Schmiley Mo’s fun and bold prints can always be worn as your go-to clothes for casual yet trendy wear. I mean, everyone, you can start giving me early birthday gifts, you know? Just putting it out there.


Recently, Schmiley Mo dropped their third and latest collection and IT.IS.ADORABLE! Their prints for this latest collection, The Story of Henry, are full of things that you nor I would never have imagined. Eggs? Checked. Chicken? Checked. Chicken footprints? Checked. A chicken named Henry as the icon? Checked.


All in all, this is one the most craziest yet ‘I want now!’ collection that I’ve come across and I’m LOVING it. If you are looking for a style or outfit that could instantly boost you into the cool girl list or you are simply going for the ‘I just threw on the first thing that I saw in the wardrobe’ look while still looking like a fashion icon, then head out to Schmiley Mo or Fashion Valet’s website to make your dreams come true.


p.s If you’re a student and in dire need of money, DO NOT under any circumstances follow my last advice because… you’ll regret it, just like me ha..ha.


Giana Lace Up Denim Jacket in Blue
Leena Embroidery Top in Pink (it comes in black too)
Henry Patched Pocket
Charlene Sequinned Embroidery Top


Disclaimer: All photos are taken from Fashion Valet’s website.

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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. 

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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??? 

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Assalamualaikum and hi! 

There’s a reason why I didn’t post Blogilates Day 2, 3 & 4 because…I didn’t do it. Kidding! I did do my exercises but it was too boring to document it so I’ll post about my trip to Ikea’s cafeteria. 


I’ve never had Ikea’s meatballs before which have been tasted by almost all the people that I’ve met and they pretty much raved about those oh-so-mouthwatering meatballs. 

And, it was mouthwatering indeed. Originally it was supposed to be a simple Raya open house and a quick trip to MyTown and Ikea but things escalated pretty quickly so we ended up having lunch at two places; at open house and Ikea. 

After tasting their heavenly meatballs with their thick gravy and mash potatoes and jam (honestly, I don’t get this. Jam? With meatballs?), I finally knew why do people love them SOOO MUCH because that was THE BEST meatballs that I’ve ever tasted in my life, not exaggerating at all. Then we ordered their chicken wings too! It was DELICIOUS too! Is there anything that’s not delicious in Ikea? 
Even the drinks were pretty nice. 

All in all, it was a pleasant memory to be out with friends and share our times eating and laughing. 

Now, I’m sitting in my politeknik’s cafeteria writing this and in an hour my class will commence. Back to reality I guess. Have a great week guys! 
*p.s. I actually took a lot of pictures but I deleted it (how clever).


Blogilates’ Day 1: “I Feel Like Dying”

I feel like dying! 

After days of scarfing down mutton kurma, friend chickens, mutton curry and loads of raya biscuits, I came to a conclusion. As each day passed, I felt more sluggish. Too lazy to do EVERYTHING; brushing teeth, showering, putting on clothes etc. I just wanted to sleep my days off and wake up and eat and sleep again. 

After contemplating long and hard, I decided that enough is enough (not on the food part, of course). I cannot be THIS lazy, so today I made a bold move to finally lock myself in my room…and…EXERCISE! HAHA. 

Yes, I did that *proud of myself*, *patting myself in the back*. Since it will be downright weird to do burpees/squats in the living room, I did it in my room and guess what?! 


Cassie (the instructor/trainer/founder [what do you call her?] of Blogilates) is probably one of the most motivating person that I had come across in social media. She was all “GO! GO! I know you can do it! Little more! In 5,4,3,2,1 Done!” while I was cursing her for making my thighs and lungs burn so bad but in the end, we came through.

She thanked me and said that she was proud of me, “Look at you guys! Give yourselves a huge applause for making it until the end!” *totally directed that at me*. 

Although it was fun, the process felt like D.Y.I.N.G. Especially when I’m done with squats then I have to use the same muscles to do butt kick, it was hard okay, hard. But it was definitely worth the pain because I felt super replenished at the end. 

Since I was too motivated, I tried the arms exercise too and my arms went jelly 2 minutes into the video. All my life, I’ve never done any arm specified exercise and doing it just now felt as if my arms were being ripped apart. Ended up, I cursed myself too for being too enthusiastic (Cassie and her bubbly spirit is really addictive) but it’s all good now, I love myself again. 

I’m writing this after my mini workout session. Could totally feel my biceps now. Chugged down tonnes of water and my stomach feels bloated again but it’s okay, I’ll exercise again after this -> said no one ever. Meet up with Cassie once a day is enough for now, tata. 


Vivy Sofea in The Making

Assalamualaikum and hi! 

It’s Raya already! How time flies. It feels like just yesterday we welcomed Ramadan and now it’s Syawal! Super blessed to have my family members around. 

This Raya, we celebrated Eid with my mom’s side and it was FANTASTIC! We started cooking yesterday and it was not your typical ‘rendang and lemang’. Since we’re Indian Muslims, we always do it in a very Indian-ish way; Idiyapam (putu piring without the brown sugar), meat kurma, chicken gravy, fried chicken. Lemang and rendang is like a side dish to us, ha ha. 

Here’s the best part (for me at least), my first baju raya (raya attire) was super gorgeous guys, I felt like crying *teary-eyed* because I didn’t have much time to select my baju kurung due to late start in Raya holiday. My mom and I went to Times Square to scout for baju raya yesterday and honestly I’m quite pleased with my choice! Soft pink button blouse tucked into floral kembang (please Google kembang in English, too lazy to translate) skirt

I was called Vivy Sofea okay? *flips tudung*.

This is not the super gorgeous attire guys. That ‘super gorgeous attire’ cannot be shown because I had no photographer on the first Eid *crying*. This is the 2nd Syawal outfit. [Tudung : Naelofar Hijab. Baju kurung : Unknown shop] 

Have a great and blessed Eid, guys! 

I wrote this post 2 days ago but was super busy (eating) that I forgot to upload until today. I know its late but have a wonderful Eid filled with delicious food! 


Final Days

Assalamualaikum and hi! 

We’re already on the final days of Ramadan! Time do fly really fast. I feel like just last week, I was excited for Ramadan to come, couldn’t wait for the ambience of the month and the bazaar food but in a few days, Ramadan will close its curtains.

I do admit that I’ve missed a huge chunk of Ramadan, what’s with moving into my new house, new environment, trying to adapt to the surrounding and new studying place to the point where I feel guilty everytime I put down the sejadah (praying mat) to pray. 

I really hope that during these last few days, I can fully focus on my ibadah, increase my good deeds and ask for everything that I want this coming year from Allah, Ameen.

My politeknik life is really goooooood! Haha, my classmates aren’t snooby which is really great. My housemates are super crazy, we have shared everything (almost) and it’s only the second week. As much as I wanted matriculation before coming here, I’m grateful now *glistening tears*.

While I’m writing this, there is a huge lizard and a small one, probably the kid in my balcony and the door is opened wide, someone help me! *stealthily closing the door*.