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!


A Relaxing Weekend

Now, I have about 3-4 drafts neatly sitting at the top of my blog posts as a reminder that I keep forgetting to continue what I was going to write about.

My days are so hectic when I’m in poly and it changes to some tropical Hawaiian beach vibe in my house, super relaxing until it just slips my mind to write about something.

Thankfully, last weekend was the best weekend of my life since entering my poly because I had free flow of food, nice cozy bed and nothing to worry about and of course, a weekend well spent with amazing friends.

I love my poly, even if it’s super outdated with wooden tables and wooden doors and wooden toilet door and wooden everything-lah in the classes but Polytechnic Banting is a place on a whole new level!

They even had extra dorms equipped with large wardrobes, a study table and a single bed, just nice for a dorm and ohmaigod,the surroundings are soooo Instagram worthy despite the poly being situated in the heart of nowhere!

(Excuse my mengantuk face)

They even have a hangar and a huge airplane, now that’s something else.

Looooook, so cool 😍

The plus point was definitely gaining new friends, despite me being an introvert with uh-mazing social skills *rolls eyes*.

Overall, my weekend was lit!

(On a side note, why do my pictures look small on my screen? Do you guys have the same problem?)


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 


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.

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!