It’s Ramadan!

For Muslims, Ramadan is a month where we’ll have to fast. Fasting in the month of Ramadan is one of the five pillars of Islam. This year, I had the chance to fast for a whole week at home! Being the fact that I spend my high school years in a boarding school, I usually spend my first Ramadan there. It was actually quite fun you know, spending Ramadan there but I remembered crying once when I was form one as soon as I heard the Azan for breaking fast because I missed home (I was homesick and I was form one….that’s normal right?). I still miss fasting back in my high school. We have to sit in our house table and I’ll always sit next to my penolong ketua rumah. I remember how much she loves drumstick that I’ll make sure I’ll get one just to make her jealous.

Since I got to spend the first week of Ramadan at home, I’m currently sewing some children praying mats for my customers from Australia! (Im going international guys!) Well nah, those are just requests from my sister’s friends. Since I’ll get paid in AUD how can I say no? I love sewing anyway but I also love the money I got from it hehe.

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I still have a few more orders to fulfill and even Mama is requesting one! (Hm I wonder how much should I charge her…)

Well have a great month ahead guys!

I finally got sorted!

I finally made a Pottermore account! I never wanted to make one because I’m scared of not being sorted into the house I wanted to. I wanted to be Gryffindor because duh all the best characters are from there but I also wanted to be Slytherin just for the sake of being in the same house as Draco but then it turns out that I’m a Hufflepuff! And guess what, I actually love it! After re-reading the Harry Potter series, I’m really glad that I’m a Hufflepuff.

“While the other founders chose to have special students, Hufflepuff accepted them all, but the students of her house are described as loyal and hard-working.”

Ain’t that beautiful? To be accepting people whoever they are. Hufflepuff accepts everyone with no discriminations at all and I think that it is just lovely. One of my subject in college was Research Project and my topic revolves around Rohingyas (will talk more about my RP later), and it just came to me that wouldn’t it be wonderful if the whole world are Hufflepuffs? Everyone accepts one another no matter who they are and where they come from, what skin colour they have, what race they are or even their religion. The world will certainly be a better place if that happens.

And that is why I’m proud to be a Hufflepuff.

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One more week!

There’s only one more week left for the sem break which means……

RESULTS ARE COMING!

At first I thought I did quite well for my papers but then I realised that every time I thought it was ‘okay’ it will totally turns out to be the other way around. Oh god please let me at least pass my sponsor’s requirement please please pleaseeeee. I certainly do not want to get another letter…………………………….

Man, life was much easier back in high school. To those of you who are thinking of doing SACE, I wish you the best of luck and may you survive the journey.

Sincerely, a barely surviving SACE student.

An unforgettable event

You know what, I suck at giving titles. I even have a hard time deciding captions for my instagram photos what more a blog post title? That is probably the lamest title ever but I couldn’t think of anything else. Plus, no one reads this anyway so I guess that would do just fine.

So, the so-called-unforgettable event was on September 30, 2015. Im not planning to go on details of the event but I would love to share what I learnt from it. So on that tragic evening, I carelessly lost my phone (I actually dropped my phone on the stairs on the way to a shop…so careless of me I know). I was back in my hostel room when I realised my phone was missing and I borrowed S’s phone (oh ya ill be using alphabets to address my friends so lets hope ill have enough letters to mention them here) and search for my phone using the ‘find my iPhone’ on iPhones.

I was actually on the verge of crying because how in the world would I be able to track down my phone. I mean it could be anywhere right and it seems waaay impossible. I was about to give up (without even trying) when E reassured me that there’s still hope and not to give up just yet. She probably didn’t know that if she didn’t say that I would probably just cry all through the night. So M, being the toughest among us, went with me to search for my phone and D drove the car. D drove like super crazy fast she could be a car racer and M was undoubtedly brave (i felt like i was in a movie guys). These two girls were so tough that my toughness is not even half of what they are. Really, major respects to these two girls.

The phone was last found online in a house and obviously me being me, I did not want to enter the house (although the gate and doors were wide open) because who knows who lives in there right? I suggested to M to ask a boy to go with us, you know just in case anything happen but M was all, nope we don’t need a boy and plus we’re running out of time. M just walked inside as if nothing will ever hurt her. Luckily, the person inside was a woman and her mother. I did the talking and luck was really on my side as after a few minutes of talking, the woman finally said that her son and his friend came home a few moments before I came with a stolen iPhone.

To cut it short, her son came back home about an hour later and returned my phone to me (but he formatted my phone, threw my sim card away and even took a selfie with it already!)Well, I couldn’t wish for more. To be able to have my phone back in my hands was something I did not dream of earlier that evening. While waiting for the son and his mother, I sat at the living room with the grandmother and we talked. I was really sad when she told me she had cancer (told ya it was like the movies) and her daughter was late to work at a KFC nearby. Her daughter work night shifts to earn extra money to support the family. She was really upset with what had happened because she told me that even though their family was not that well-off, she never told her children and grandchildren to steal. And I totally agree with that, we should never steal no matter how desperate we are. I know desperate times call for desperate measures but stealing is never the answer. Plus, stealing an iPhone was not a desperate measure guys, it is just the act of wanting to own something you don’t have.

So here’s some tips I would like to share:

1. Never delete your passcode (I deleted it because I thought it was a hassle….)

2. ALWAYS TURN ON YOUR FIND MY IPHONE

3. Put your phone in your bag or pocket! (And now…approximately one year later I still like to hold my phone rather than keeping it in my bag….looks like I haven’t learn the lesson after all…*facepalm*)

At the end of the day, I thanked Allah for everything that happened. I thanked Him for the lessons he gave me and most importantly I thanked Him for such wonderful friends. I am really blessed that I have indeed found friends who would be there come high or hell water. Loves to M, for making me brave, D, for the fearless yet safe driving, E, for telling me not to give up and also S, for lending me your phone. I owe you guys big time.

Hi!

I deleted my old blog and made this new blog!  But…..I never got the chance to write anything yet. Well, I’m a very busy woman (Read: Lazy). I would really love to write again and I look forward to the journey I’ll have with this new blog. I doubt that I’ll have any readers but well, the whole point of writing here is not to be read right? Till next time!