Back on Tumblr!

Guys, I’m back on Tumblr!!!

Okay first do you know that it’s freaking annoying that I can’t access my old Tumblr? Ugh. I couldn’t log in just because Tumblr told me to change my password and sent a link to my hotmail email. Unfortunately, it has been ages since I’ve used hotmail and when I wanted to login I was told that I am suspicious and needed to answer a reaalllly long questionnaire only to be told I did not provide sufficient information to prove that I am ME pfftt -.-

I was so annoyed that I made a whole new account and its 😆 You can tell by the url exactly why I’m back on Tumblr. Well apparently I need to try all my luck to get noticed by the queen this era so fingers crossed!


Screwed my first ever talent competition


Okay so here goes the story on how I ended being a Malaysian Got Talent 2.0 finalist.

I was invited to play my flute on Ladies Night which is an event organised by a Malaysian club and I was really excited but I had a problem; my note stand is back in Malaysia. I can’t perform without my note stand (in case you’re wondering, click here to see what a note stand is ) because I don’t memorise the notes to the songs I’ll be playing. To cut the story short, I got in touch with a girl who happens to have a note stand and at the same time is the organising team for Malaysian Got Talent 2.0.

The girl basically convinced me to join the competition, which eventually I said yes. However, I needed to submit a one-minute video by 11.59pm that day and then gain enough likes on my video to qualify as one of the 8 finalists. Thanked God I had the one and only cover I recorded on my phone, which was Beauty and The Beast. Submitted the video, and once it was up I told all my contacts to like my video. Not ashamed! (I even liked my own video 😂)

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I’ve gained enough likes on my video and made it through to the finals yay! I chose to perform Unconditionally by Katy Perry because it’s the only song that I memorised all of the notes which means I do not need to refer to any music sheet.


I was the forth contestant that night. I was shaking, my hands are sweating, butterflies in my tummy and I can’t stop fidgeting. It was then my turn to perform and God knows how nervous I was. Introduced myself and then I started playing my flute. It was okay at first until suddenly BAM my head went blank. I couldn’t remember the notes. I couldn’t hear myself playing and I just stopped. I stopped playing. I looked at the crowd and knew I screwed it.

I swear I didn’t want to continue. I was so embarrassed that I forgot my notes and I looked away from the crowd. I was so close to crying but then the best thing I could wish for happened. The crowds, oh my heart flutters just talking about it! Among the crowds were good friends of mine and also some of the theatre casts. They were siting at the back, shouting words of encouragement, shouting my name, and told me to go on. I couldn’t let them down especially when they cheered so loud for me. The judges were so nice that they let me start over.

I closed my eyes, nodded to the emcee to start over. Took a deep breath, closed my eyes and prayed to God I won’t screw it again. At this point I really couldn’t remember the notes. My head was totally blank but I trusted my heart. I trusted my heart so much that when the music starts I just played and let my fingers do their thing. It was honestly a breakthrough point for me. I was able to perform without holding myself back trying to remember what the next note will be. Instead, I performed just for the crowd and enjoyed every single moment of it. At the end of my performance, I heard the crowd cheering for me again and my heart was content. It was not the best performance I could give but it was one that I will hold dear to my heart.

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Click here to watch a video of my performance that night!


My two loyal supporters ❤️


Peppermint Ollie, one of the judges.

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Oh guys, of course I didn’t win 😂 Better luck next time!


My scholarship story

I thought of writing this a long time ago wait honestly I thought of writing a lot of things but I’m just too lazy to do so. I do feel the need to pen this down though as I would want to remember all these. So here begins the story that brings me to where I am today.

It was the end of SPM Chemistry paper and the whole batch was at the café when the school counsellor asked me “Do you want to study overseas?” Well of course my answer would be yes, so she told me Yayasan Tenaga Nasional (YTN) is offering scholarships for Engineering and I’m like noooo 😦 I wanted to become a dentist (so unrealistic btw since blood scares me) but I took the information sheet regarding the scholarship, bid farewell to my dear friends and took the journey home.

Later on, I discovered that they are offering scholarships for Accounting and Business Management as well and I figured that I should at least try for this scholarship and see where it takes me. I applied for the Accounting scholarship using my trials result and I was only qualified for the local program. The local program was a scholarship to study Accounting at UNITEN Muadzam Shah. It was in the middle of December 2014 when I knew I got through the application process and will be proceeding to the interview stage.

My interview was on 12th January 2015 at RhR Hotel, Bangi and I remembered the day crystal clear. I left my interview outfit at Batu Pahat but thanked God I brought a spare Baju Kurung. Mama didn’t even send me to the lobby because she told me there might be officers watching and she wanted them to see me as an independent girl walking through those doors all confident. But guess what, I was the second person to arrive and no officers were watching 😅 . (Fun fact: The first person was a guy. He received the scholarship and is now studying in UK. I guess the saying early bird gets the worm is true after all!)

We had to sit in a group, listened to talks and answered a few questions on a paper. I recalled that one of the questions was ‘What is your favourite subject?’ and I wrote Chemistry with no hesitation. I mean how can you not love Chemistry when you had Teacher Ralf and Teacher Fifi. The interview session was after lunch and I was the second in line. The interview went well and because I was applying for Accounting, the part where my favourite subject was Chemistry got questioned. Haha I should’ve thought wiser before writing my answers down. Well, I told them the truth about me loving Chemistry and the fact that I had no Accounting background.

There were a lot more stuffs discussed during the interview, both accounting related stuffs and my personal experience, achievements etc. The last question I was asked before I left the room was, “Would you like to study overseas?” and I answered with “Who doesn’t?” 🙃 Well, not a very brilliant immediate answer but I did give a more convincing answer afterwards (I think) and ended the interview with a smile. I didn’t get my hopes high as there were thousands applying for the scholarship and others might be given the exact same question as well. I still need to make sure my SPM results meets the overseas program requirement in order to be eligible for it.

Received my SPM results on 3rd March 2015 and Alhamdulillah, I did well. Forwarded the results to YTN and then the refreshing email waiting game started. I honestly had given up as those who were in the same interview session as me already received their scholarship for the local program. It was on a Thursday morning, 19th March 2015 when I heard an email notification on my phone but I was too sleepy to look at it (Clarification: my email notification is only the sound and it does not show on the phone screen). It was at around 12ish when my friend Adzim whatsapped me with “Ira dapat tak YTN???” and I was like “Wait what?? Dah keluar ke????” I was still in my bed, haven’t showered when I tapped that email icon with the red dot on the right corner and I saw this email.


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…and the rest is history 😉

Fast-forward three years later, I am now done with my first year of degree in Accounting at The University of Queensland. I applied for a local program but was given the overseas program instead and I am always grateful for it. I do believe in the power of Doa and Solat Dhuha. Never stop praying for what you want and you’ll be surprise with what Allah had in plan for you ☺️


Dream big and then go for it!

The Sunshine State

Disclaimer: This post has been sitting in my drafts since this first week I’ve arrived in Queensland. I’m now 4 weeks away till my finals :DDDD (fake smile)


Guess what peeps, I’m finally a queen with my own land! Cant remember how many times I used my own pun and laughed to it. I tell myself that I’m funny : ‘) The excitement I felt during the announcement of my results and being accepted to uni is indescribable. I swear everything is still so fresh in my mind. I was in Madinah when I received my SACE results and everything felt really right. I remember smiling all day long because I was so so happy.

Well fast forward 3 months later, smile is all gone peeps. Hahaha I was just kidding, the smile is still there buried inside this body of mine. I really love my uni because it is so big and SO PRETTY!!! Classes are all good and the environment here is also very warming. People are very friendly and welcoming. There are so generous with compliments! I was flattered at first but then I realised its a norm here so I no longer feel special : ( Jokes apart, the people here are generally very nice and you wouldn’t feel like an outsider. By general I mean you’ll still get some minor indirect racism but nothing much. So all is well.

So far I’ve joined the UQ Refugee Tutoring Club and I did not regret it at all. I’ll write a special post on this one day (can’t promise when cause I’m such a busy lady *flips hijab*). I also joined Malaysian Got Talent 2.0 and made it to finals!!! (Omg have to write one post about this one too!) And last but not least I’m joining a musical theatre. I play a small role in the musical and the show will be on this coming Sunday! Ahh Im so excited and nervous at the same time.

So far I’ve travelled to Melbourne for autumn break and Sydney for a weekend getaway. Before you make any assumptions, I went to Sydney for a meet up with my sponsor so it’s all work (I sound so adult haha). Sydney was spectacular! Well 3 days doesn’t do the justice so I’ll probably come and visit again. The only down side of it is that travelling in Sydney is soooooooo expensive : (

So that basically summarises my 3 months or so in the sunshine state. I’m going to write more soon but now I need to continue studying for my online test tomorrow. Enjoy some photos and till next time!


 Look at our excited faces!!!


The iconic Forgan Smith Building (the quality kinda sucks here but it is so majestic irl)



And these two are from orientation week. One of my 2017 goals is to take good photos and I even downloaded vsco. Well obviously my talent aint going nowhere mate. At least I tried :’)

the privileges we often overlooked


Last year, I did my Research Project regarding the Rohingya refugees which made me realised a lot of the stuffs that I never ever paid attention to before. Im not yet an expert in things regarding the refugees as there are so much more reading that I have to do but there are some vital things that I think everyone should be more aware of – the two important privileges we have as Malaysians.

Our national identification card

Have you ever look to your blue card and be grateful that you own it? Most of the time I am not really attentive of my IC until I started misplacing it. I even went to camp last week without my IC and only realised it when we played a game where an IC was needed.  My mom always jokes on how if I don’t have it with me the police might mistaken me for an Indonesian. Well, I never really took that seriously and I just see the card as a normal card with my identification on it.

When I researched on the problems Rohingya refugees faced in Malaysia, almost everything falls back to the fact that they do not own any form of identification. Back in Myanmar, Rohingyas are not recognised as one of the many ethnics. The government refused to acknowledge their existence thus they are known to be stateless. Being stateless is when you are not recognised as a citizen of any country. When you are not considered as a citizen of your own country, you lost all the rights you should have. Rohingyas are not able to have access to public education, to have jobs, obtain medical treatment and the list goes on and on. Can you imagine that? Being rejected in the country you were born in and what’s worst, many Rohingyas were killed and tortured. The history behind all these violence goes a long way back and I really do encourage people to read about it (I couldn’t write everything here so if you have the time, you should try and google it). Rohingyas came all the way to Malaysia in hoping to live a better life but sadly, even here, they still face all kinds of hardship. The fact that they do not have an identification card it forbids them to apply for a work permit, attend public schools or even get married legally. The UNHCR do give out refugee cards but not all of them are entitled to it. It hits me then how having an identity that is recognised is a HUGE deal. My point is, be grateful that you can call yourself Malaysian and you have a country you can call home. We can walk around town without the fear that we might get caught. We are able to seek for a job without being questioned where we come from. We can apply for a driving license and drive to anywhere we want to. We have the rights to public healthcare along so many other rights as a Malaysian. Alhamdulillah.

Attending public schools

I still remember how I refused to go to my evening session school which is an Islamic school. In Johor, students must attend Islamic school on top of attending primary school. I get tired easily and everyday I’ll make up different excuses to just skip school. I’ll  pretend to be fast asleep even after my parents waking me up for so many times. What can I say, I am  a pretty rebellious child. When I volunteered to tutor Rohingya children, I was literally mesmerised. It really did make me realise how lucky I am to be able to attend primary school and then to a boarding school and to college. These children came running up the stairs on a Saturday morning eager to learn anything you are willing to share. I was in charged of children aged 3-5 years old and these children are truly happy even when you just started singing ABC to them. They could not really read yet and explaining them simple words and their meaning is quite difficult as they are not that fluent in both English and Malay. They can count numbers up to 10 but only few can do simple additions. They do have school from Monday till Friday where Rohingya adults themselves will teach them but I was told that their syllabus is not that advance comparing to Malaysian syllabus. (Mind you that this is only an example from the centre I went. There are a number of centres around KL which may have different systems and syllabus) Some older children aged 13 and above are still struggling with divisions and what not and Malaysians here are already on algebra, differentiation and integration. And that’s only Maths, I haven’t even started on Physics, History, Biology, Geography, Living Skills, Chemistry and so on. How lucky we are to learn all of these at school and that we have certified teachers to answer all the questions that lingers in our mind. I remember asking the owner of the centre about the future of these children and he returned my question with a faint smile. More often than not, when they turned 15, they will start helping their parents to find income for the family by working at the market, collecting old steels and all kinds of odd jobs. Seeing this situation made me truly more grateful for the rezeki Allah blessed me with. I am able to receive education as early as a 4 year old child until this very moment and Alhamdulillah I am financially supported.  From that day onwards I get a little bit pissed off if I hear people skipping schools when they feel like it because you don’t know how others are dying to be in your spot. Rohingya children are more than willing to attend school and to learn while some of us feels like sleeping in on a Monday morning *sigh*. I’m a tad bit emotional about this because I really do value education and I believe everyone should to. Be grateful that you are allowed to attend school/college/university and receive a certification which can be used to further your studies or to apply jobs. Even when life seems to be hard for you, thank Allah that you were given an opportunity when someone else didn’t.





Regarding my research project, Alhamdulillah I received an A from it. I made a magazine as my research outcome and I do have a video of it but couldn’t upload it so I’ll just upload a collage of it here. Please don’t expect a professional magazine as I only made it using powerpoint and all the editing skills I have in store but overall I’m certainly proud of it : )


Till next time!

in and out of sace

Guess what peeps, when I first wrote the title ‘in and out of sace’, my autocorrect changed it to ‘in and out of space’ haha well sace and space are two tots different stuffs but the struggles of going through sace might even get you to space ; )

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My very first (and the last) photo of me in front of my college gate! Well look at me, so proud being a college girl :’) Haha well life at intec was so much fun and going through sace was bearable because of the people I had around me. From my classmates, housemates, sace 31 members, lecturers and even the mak cik cafe. I really miss the food at intec especially the kuey teow goreng aluk, nasi lemak ausmat & keropok lekor gagak *cries*

So lets do a lil throwback of my journey through sace : ) (oh for those of you who might not know, sace is a preparatory program similar to a-levels, matriculation, foundation etc)



Ahh I could stare at these photos for hours and still be mesmerized by it as though it was my first time seeing it. I present you, my c-double-o-g-double-e, COOGEE! My classmates are truly the best and I couldn’t wish for anything more. We do a lot of random stuffs and three of them involves driving like cray cray to Mcdonald’s.

First was when we had an impromptu car race to mcd and whoever reach there last will have to pay for all the ice creams (sadly no photo of that : ( ) Well guess what, I arrived last with Pia and Inas *insert upside down smiley emoji*



Second was when our national athletes won gold for the Paralympics and mcd gave out free nuggets. Mind you that this was around 10am and Miss Yvonne was very kind and understanding that she dismissed our class early so we can take them free nuggets! You see the poster of ‘SERTAI pasukan kami’ back there, bet ya coogee would be happy to sign up hehe.

And the third one was during mcd’s free breakfast day. We would never wake up early but when its free food you’re talking about, nothing is impossible. I couldn’t find a photo of that either : ( We were in a rush as me and Ika had to send Jiqah to the bus stand. Oh guys this is a good story. Jiqah wanted to go back home to batu pahat but she haven’t bought her bus ticket yet. Traffic in shah alam in the morning is cray cray and you’d be surprise with the amount of cars on the road. We needed to catch the 9am bus or else the next bus is at 1am but the traffic and wrong turns made it almost impossible which made Jiqah all stressed out. As soon as we reached the bus stand it was already 9.01am, and there was a bus leaving  which we presumed is the batu pahat bus so Ika went all crazy and stop her car right in front of the bus. Me and Jiqah went even more crazier! We get out of the car and literally put our hands out and told the bus to stop *insert upside down smiley emoji* And guess what, THE BUS STOPS! I felt so powerful at that time as I made the bus stops and also glad that my friend would not miss her bus well until the pak cik asks us…

“Adik nak balik mana?”

“Batu Pahat”

“Lah bas ni nak ke KL. Bas Batu Pahat belum sampai”

asdfghjkl!@#$$%^* omg all that drama for nothing?????? Hahahahahah never assume guys. Well Jiqah did board the right bus 5 minutes later and safely travelled back home so all was good. I had a good laugh with Ika after as we ate our free breakfast at a burger king parking lot.

I also had Pia who will always bribe me with vanilla ice creams but vanilla ice cream is bae so not complaining about that. There’s also Marsy Mars who introduced me to Carrie Bradshaw and also to schmores! It is actually s’mores but pronouncing it as schmores made it sound way better. Ahh major love to each and everyone of them. Sorry I couldn’t write everything down here, I wouldn’t want to bore my readers (if i had any lol)


Had the first and last iftar together with them and even played firecrackers with the whole sace fam after!

And guys, I even donated blood for the very first time!!!


I was very excited to give my blood away that I was the first in line hehe. Those of you who knows me will know how much I am terrified of blood so this is an absolute achievement. I almost fainted during the process but anis was there talking about tay tay to me so I guess it went well.

Speaking of anis, I went to the gym for the first time ever and my gym partner is the one and only ninish!

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 Look at our attempt of making a fierce face lol. This was went Anis would drag me to intec during study week and made me listen to her babbling all about physics and then we’ll watch surihati mr pilot during lunch break. I wouldn’t be studying twice as hard if it wasn’t for this girl. Anis and I would randomly go to the gym at 12 midnight and then we’ll get so tired that we won’t even shower so I’ll just sleep on the floor hehe. Well, we didn’t really manage to achieve our ‘body goals’ but at least we tried :’)



I had a great group of friends throughout my 18 months in collage and will always cherish them. They called me ‘mami’ as a resemblance to mom with reasons I’m still unsure of. Ahh I miss you guys big time!

And not forgetting, I owe most of the fun I had in college to my roommie, Queen Elsa!


We’re both queens now ( will tell you why someday ; ) ) I still remember how we’ll buy at least 6 or more 5.5litres cactus mineral water and push it with a trolley all the way from Mydin to Akasia. Man, the struggles to drink a lot of water was real back then. Had a lot of good memories with this one and more to come inshaAllah.

Last but not least, lots of love to all the sace fam. Thank you for all the memories and I hope I’ll see you guys again! Xx.



The day finally arrives

IMG_8409I have been neglecting to write a post regarding my Research Project because I was scared of not getting good results. I would probably be ashamed of it if I were to write about it here then. My house is currently very quiet and all these worries are in my head and the butterflies finally found their way into my tummy. I really don’t know what to feel because honestly, I always get disappointed in myself whenever I enter competitions or in this case conduct a research. I have constantly faced failures before but this time, I really wished I would succeed. I believe that I had pour my 110% effort in my research but I am not sure if that would be enough. I mean what if I needed to push myself just a bit further to achieve my desired results but I didn’t? Ya Allah, all these scary thoughts are consuming me and honestly, it does not feel nice at all. There is less than 7 hours until my results are released. All I hope now is that I would receive a satisfactory results and that my hard work paid off. If not…well let’s not talk about that.

I really wish I could achieve that level where I will be able accept whatever God gives me whole-heartedly or in other words we call it redha. It really does not require any effort to tell someone to be satisfied and redha with whatever Allah gave you but practicing it is surely a challenge. But for now, I believe the magical power of prayers (dua) is still there and I should be positive and leave the rest to Him, inshaAllah.