my ironing class

Wednesday, 12 December 2014

Day 10 out of 14

It's been 10 days, I'm still alive and well, thank God for that. 

Today, Abah decided to enrol me in the Mr Zaid's Ironing Class because 'How are you ever gonna have a husband?'

I think I managed to graduate with honours. Like, 5-star laundry service kind of achievement. (Abah refuses to admit that, though, but that's mainly because he's jealous, not because I perasan, of course). 

4 days till Bibi comes home. 

In a nutshell, after Dad's 20-minute course, I concluded that someone should really invent an automatic home-compatible ironing machine. The one that inhales your clothes, vibrate a little for a couple of milliseconds, and there you have it - a crisp pair of pants, button-down shirts, anything. 

The world needs a cute auto ironing machine, I'm sure. 

guide to plkn

Surviving PLKN: Sabrina's Handy Guide 

Disclaimer: You must know that Sabrina has never been in PLKN, she has never stayed in an asrama for more than a night, and she has no actual experience of PLKN, but she has great imagination (or she perasan she has).

1) Always bring sanitiser. Always always always. The all-purpose spray sanitiser is the best. I'd recommend Purell. 

2) Bring a decoy phone. I don't want to get into trouble, so I'm not going to elaborate this. I reckon you should know how this works. 

3) No, I know that you think bringing a comfy duvet would help, but don't even try. It's heavy.

4) Mosquito repellant, beyond essential. In fact, you might as well pack insect repellant, as you have no idea of the vast array of creatures you will find there. I'm talking about thumb-sized ants.

5) Don't bring cash. What is wrong with you, you'd think they have pasar malam?

6) Anti-leech socks. I can't even begin to explain how important No 6 is. 

7) Sanitiser. If I'm repeating an item, it's probably to emphasise that you won't survive without it.

8) I don't use sunscreen, but you know what they say, different strokes for different folks.

9) Electronics - mini fridge, mini microwave, portable wifi, mini washing machine... Ok, maybe it's prohibited, I clearly have no idea, but sheesh, be a little adventurous, will you.

Sabrina is joking, yes she is aware of how bimbotic this post sounds, but her only intention is to give her friends a good laugh teehee.

surprise, surprise

Bismillah.

We constantly make du'as for ourselves, our siblings, our parents - but there is a simple act of kindness we often overlook; to pray for our friends. 

A sincere du'a from a good friend, without the knowledge of the receiver, it works wonders. 

A classmate has been struggling for an A+ in English? Ask Allah to let her through with ease.  

Your best friend is anxious about her upcoming interview? Make the prayer of need (solat hajat) for her sake. 

That girl you saw at the canteen, applying for a scholarship to go abroad? Extend your du'a so that she would receive the best from Allah. 

You've been feeling in the doldrums, and all of a sudden you're the epitome of happiness? Your close friend probably made du'a for you.  

Those straight As you've been getting, yeah? Could be Allah's gift for your parents and friends, those who have been keeping you in their remembrance. 

Really, it makes you grateful and giddy when you notice how delighted and blessed your friends feel as their wishes and prayers are accepted, and you kind of go all 'I made du'a for you too, man!' in the inside.

squarepants

When I was younger, my Mum used to make the three of us eat those orange chewy vitamins, or vitamin tablets in various shapes and flavours. I could recall being forced into thinking that blackcurrant vitamins were candies, and oh God... being fed with silly-tasting Scott's Emulsion. 

Now, Mummy's stepped her game up. She's introduced salmon omega softgels and adult-ish vitamin tablets. Honestly, why do people make vitamins that smell like uh... mushed veggie. With an unacceptably enormous size and not to forget, they're dark brown in colour. LIKE WHO WOULD BE APPETISED EAT THAT. 

Um, ok, maybe my parents and Afiq, but who else???!?!?!

Faiz and I, both staying on the safe side, prefer to never eat grown-up vitamins.

But apparently, Abah's not taking no for an answer, hence he came up with an alternative... 

He bought us spongebob vitamins.

THESE TASTE SOOO GOOD WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY HAVE SUGAR IN THEM THEY'RE VITAMINS THEY'RE HEALTHY.

I left my spongebob box in the kitchen, next to all its adult friends, before going upstairs. 

The next thing I know, Mummy came up into the room, telling me how sedap those vitamins are. HAH. Even Mum likes spongebob. 

I told you adults vitamins are uncool.

5 ways to make a sister disappear

I ought to teach him some sister-love. Pffft, as if he would ever dare to get rid of me before getting his head chopped off. By me, if you're wondering.

5 Ways to Make My Sister Disappear

If you read the article, yeah yeah, he sure sounded nice and kind and all, but wait until you read his first draft below, the one I told him to redo... into... um... a milder version. 

Read his first draft. Just. READ IT. 

How to Make Your Sister Disappear by Faiz R

You see, sometimes, sisters can be very annoying. They tell you to comb your hair, tie your shoelace, brush your teeth… and report it to your Mum if you disobey. The same goes to my elder sister. It makes me want to rage. These can be done if your parents are not at home.

 1: Go to kitchen. Grab a knife. Stab her. Burn her body. Beware because your mom may        

     scold you because you burnt the knife.

 2: Tell her to go outside because mom is calling. Once she gets out, lock the door. Then, call   

     the police. Say that your sister is a psycho killer trying to get in your house.

 3: Go on a vacation. When returning home, say that you forgot to buy the returning  

     ticket and you have no money. Then, run and board the airplane. When you arrive, say to 

     your mom she wants to stay.

 4: When she is in a room, place all of your furniture at her door. Just leave a small hole. Make   

     sure she can’t go out. Everyday, give her only rice with egg and warm water. Sometimes, 

     give her plain bread. 

 5: Send her to a military camp secretly. Say that she is going to meet her friends. Then, just 

     leave her. Make sure she can’t escape. When she returns after four years, pretend you 

     have changed and send her to another camp.

WARNING! WARNING! If you follow the rules, you’re dumb. Please don’t do these. You will regret it. If you are desperate, lock yourself in a room.

I wouldn't mind No. 3, though.

smell the waffles

Bismillah. 

If there is one thing I learnt a couple of weeks ago; it's to stop and stare.

I could recite the Quran (I've got bad tarannum, but let's not elaborate on that yeah? Promise I'll improve teehee) but I knew I missed one thing: I don't particularly understand what the verses are saying. 

Occupied with a goal of finishing the Quran within 30 days, I was too busy sprinting I didn't realise I missed the central place of importance. Admittedly, I was satisfied with merely reciting it, forgetting the necessity of reading with understanding.

I don't wear glasses, but I reckon you'd get the same satisfaction and warmth - like when you lost your glasses and your vision gets kind of blurry and things appear to be in the distance, then all of a sudden it's HD again - upon reading a translation of the Quran.

When we go through the Holy book in detail, we'd get to see the beauty and knowledge underneath its verses. How eye-opening His words are, from the rivers flowing in Jannah, the stories of exemplary prophets, the nearing Judgement Day, to the threats that gives us goosebumps, should we disobey Him.

As for now, I tried the method of reading one sentence, followed by its translation, before proceeding to the next.

I suppose it's true what they say; one needs to remember, to stop and smell the roses waffles.

i'm actually Batman

I noticed this Batman joke going around on Twitter... and I couldn't help myself. I know I had to do it.

... Ain fell for it. Totally fell for it.

sticking to the oven

Remember that time, in 2012, when the whole class laughed at me for not being able to fry ikan?

source

Yeah? Well, newsflash: I STILL CAN'T. *sigh*

Let's be frank here, frying is dangerous. I never got over that episode when bibi accidentally dropped her pisang into the pan, and BAMMM - you could have guessed what came next - and then I cried, oh my God I cried, because she seemed to be in pain and I just couldn't see her hurt like that. 

At that moment, I made a promise to myself, to never fry anything. Ever. 

But bibi, huh, she went back to her oils and pans, the day after the accident, with no regrets. 

I wonder how she does that. Must be a total superhero.

sticky jungles

Omg guys!! I went to Australia.

Ok, I lied. Picture above is taken at the Kundasang War Memorial, remembering 2428 Australian and British prisoners of war during the World War II.

Mama had this idea of whisking her kids into the jungle because a) she loved the prospect of giving her children a short getaway prior to their exams (what she said), b) they spend too much time on the internet (what I know she actually meant).

Naturally, I survived the world's longest island to island zipline. Flips tudung, OK??!! I SURVIVED.

But no, Mum, you can take us out of the city, still can't take the city out of us. 

not butter

"*inserts some religious rituals procedure that eventually turns out as inaccurate* IMPORTANT!! PLS SHARE"

"*types some """fact""" about the Prophet and how he loved to (insert)* PLS SPREAD THIS"

"*shares some misguided information about the true faith* RT IF YOU LOVE ISLAM"

"*writes a paragraph on some non-existent day, e.g., Different-Faiths-Burn-Quran-Day*"

*attaches a picture of a Hadith, only to find out it was fake, but keeps it anyway because you have 3,000 RTs* 

*uploads photoshopped pictures of a celebrity supporting (insert) or condemning (insert), garnering said person numerous bashful comments*

*publishes hateful rumours about an unresolved issue, have 40239939110 users liking your post, in which, was completely inaccurate and defective in the end*  

If the Internet is ice cream, one can say that social networks are the cherries, granted that we use it for good, instead of spreading false information, which may lead to fitnah, by the way.

Let us all do a little research before spreading, sharing and retweeting. Google it, check its authenticity, share/RT if true, inform the tweeter (I think I just invented a word, really, tweeter??? but whatevs) if it's a hoax. 

Go on guys, do our homework.

Kindly correct me should I have posted untruth. (because, come on, heels can't help me with this.) 

i give up

Goodness, you sure have an irresolute friend, Alya. At least she's honest. 

illustrations courtesy of someecards.com

eid-sentials

Bismillah.

Haafidh Ibn Hajr said: 107 "We have related in Mahaamiliyaat" with a chain of narration that is hasan, from Jubair bin Nufair, who said: The Companions of Allah's Messenger used to, when they met on the day of Eid used to say to each other:

"Taqabbalallaahu minnaa wa minkum."

(Translation: May Allah accept it from you and from us.)

Hadith source: http://sunnahonline.com/ilm/sunnah/0015_page4.htm

do correct me should there be misguided information

pursuing happiness

Bismillah.

Sometime ago, I learnt from Twins of Faith that one form of a jihad is to make at least one person happy a day.

They say if we grant others' wishes, Allah will grant ours.

My brother Afiq was constantly borrowing my paintbrushes. Whenever he needed any for his school projects, he would always be asking if I could lend him mine, so one day, I decided to surprise him with a set of paintbrushes in various sizes. God knows how he beamed with happiness and contentment, and it sure was pretty cool to hear him say, "You're the best kakak in the world!" (like duh. Haha.)

When we make someone happy, we're inadvertently making ourselves feel wonderful too. It doesn't have to be something physical like a gift, smiling and saying salaam to kind strangers, giving out a helping hand to those who seem to need one, even if they weren't asking.

Here's a couple more (super fun, I tell you):

1. Telling your teacher/ friend she looks lovely
2. Saying I love you to your parents every time when hanging up 
3. Throwing a surprise party for your friend's birthday 
4. Handing out food for the homeless 
5. Giving people presents out of the blue for no reason
6. Cleaning the surau's wudhu' area
7. Washing surau praying garments (telekungs), making them smell pleasantly homey
8. Making something delicious for the family 
9. Surprising friends with that-one-thing-they-put-on-their-wishlist-since-forever
10. Spending good time with those who live in poverty 

"The reward of goodness is nothing but goodness" 

(Quran, 55: 60)

Magical, eh, to put a smile on another's face, knowing that surely Allah will put one on ours in return.  

Since it's Ramadhan, let us make those who revolve around us happy. That's tremendous, multiple pahala there, simply by making somebody else delighted for the sake of Allah. Sadaqah, too.

Now that you're in the giving mood, I know a person who would appreciate the following... bhahaha. 

bonus level

It's Ramadhan now, woohoo. 

I told Faiz that everything is a super blessed bonus, kind of like a bonus level you have in games where every score is awe-struckingly multiplied. 

I'm positive that everyone would want to make the most out of Ramadhan while it lasts, eh? 

A schoolmate of mine once pointed out that Ramadhan is not merely fasting and tarawih, suhoor and breaking fast, and not about sleeping from after zuhur till half-an-hour before Maghrib because we're too tired to do anything, too, of course. 

Ramadhan is a truly prosperous month, and I read this teeny quote somewhere; if a Muslim realises just how blissful Ramadhan is, he would want Ramadhan to be there throughout the year. 

As for me, I find it magical how Ramadhan seem to transform everyone into a goody-two-shoes version of themselves. 

Typically, in between classes, my classmates and I would just have conversations with one another (or in my case, doing our little karaoke sessions, excitedly sharing the fan fiction we read yesterday, or simply bantering). In Ramadhan, however, just as soon as the teacher wraps it up, as if on cue, everyone picks up their respective Qurans and immediately start reciting. 

Those who don't cover up, cover. Those who delay prayer, pray after Adzan. 

The cherry on top would be that during the 30-day period, they get used to their altered habits. It kind of gets under their skin and the next thing we know, they changed for good. Ramadhan surely is a turning point for the most of us. 

May Allah keep us steadfast on the Deen, even after Ramadhan! (not that I want Ramadhan to leave).

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4 steps to 11

Ok guys, 11A+s eh? Easy.

I wasn't in school today, so I pondered about it...

AND I HAVE FINALLY FIGURED IT ALL OUT.

HERE'S HOW:

1. Focus in class

My lab mates and I have this thing called exchanging stories and fangirling in class. So basically, what you do is, you either sing, share something you found on tumblr, or have shushed conversation with the person next to you, passionately telling her about your new boyfriend who apparently doesn't even know you and lives in a different timezone (it's ok, we feel you, Ain's in love with Luke, so is Amalin with Jack...)

We're so engrossed and focused in imagining situations that would probably never happen in a million years in our studies, even the teacher doesn't interrupt.

2. Get enough sleep

courtesy of theramencup

You know how they say that in order to be a top scorer, you've got to stay alert and stuff, and you're gonna have to sleep for at least 6-8 hours to unwind? Yeah? Well, ok, 30 minutes during Sejarah, 30 minutes in Biology, a couple of 30-mins sometime else, and huzzah, before you know it, 6 hours: DONE. This is so easy.

3. Help one another

One of the fundamentals! I teach my desk mates how to bake cookies, Amalin preaches about her precious belongings (including a Petrosains dino), Ain gave a tutorial to my desk partner how to log on into tumblr, all our lessons held during classes. We're all cool with sharing knowledge, they stay in mind longer like that.

4. Be brave and ask

Sometimes lectures really are baffling (think Chemistry and Physics?) Say if you're confused of how you should do this and that, don't be shy to ask! It's not like people still eat one another. Cannibalism is so over (never again, na'udzu billahi min zalik). I'm the Common Law and Leverage encyclopaedia, remember? For qestions on 5SOS and One Direction, kindly contact Amalin Kamilah and Qurratul 'Ain. I'm not sure if they have Meet & Greet or VIP passes, but it could be worth to ask.

With all these 4 steps in hand, you're all set to 11A+!


Ok, ok, I'm kidding.

the walking book

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

SCHOOL HOLIDAYS! Woohoo. Of course, you would have guessed how I spent (and spending) it.

I’ve always been a huge Leverage fan. You could ask me, like, in which episode did Parker and Eliot went lost in those snowy mountains? Easy, The Long Way Down Job, Season 4 Episode 1. What does Hardison have in his fridge? Loaaads of orange fizz. So really, ask me anything, and I’ll answer it in a breeze.

And then there’s Common Law. I was devastated when it got cancelled. I’m like your walking Common Law encyclopaedia. What was Wes and Travis’ joint custody thing? Hudson the dog. How did Travis get his name? The fireman that saved him. 

Trust me, you question and I could very much explain everything in detail.

Here’s the thing though…

“Which one is the ayat in which Allah told us to dress modestly?” Wait… let me google that...

“What does this ayat mean? Is it about being kind to animals?” One second, I’ll go get my tafseer.

It’s extremely depressing. No, make that horrifying. 

Let’s face the spine-chilling, blood-curdling truth - one day, my life, the whole world is going to end and I am not even prepared for it. 

If I could have all those sinful ridicules (really, how do you go to Jannah with Leverage??) in my head, why not the Quran?

Imagine how beautiful our lives would be if we have the ayats of the Quran embedded within our soul. MasyaAllah it is so heart-warming to see little kids, my friends, having memorised the whole book of Allah by heart. Ask them anything, and they’ll help you. They practically live and breath the Quran.

May us all be the walking book of God’s words.

going places

Places my mum allows me to go alone to:

School (like duh...)

Grandparents'

Aunties and uncles' (basically relatives... come on)

BSC, BV

Airports

More airports

Planes

Jakarta

Indonesia (aside from Jakarta, I mean)

Places my mum DOES NOT allow me to go alone to:

Alamanda 

Bangi-Kajang

there has to be an explanation behind this. 

yay june!

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Goodness. Time flies so fast. It’s already May 2014, and soon it’ll be June (of course you silly, you’d think it’d be January after May???) but anyway, JUUUNE! MY BIRTHDAY.

You see the best thing about birthdays is… you know… sorting out your wish list. And then at one point, sometimes you want a watch, sometimes you think of a Barbie doll (cough cough), sometimes you say you need a new bag, and so on and so forth…

And then if you’re like me, you might end up not having any present from your dad, because you really don’t know what to choose. It’s the only time when your dad is going to buy that ridiculous thing for you, the one he said cannot fifty times, so you'd have to make a wise decision. 

Birthdays are nice, really. You’re literally showered with gifts, man!

But yesterday, on my way to school, I listened to an enlightening tazkirah by an Ustaz on the radio. 

He said something along the lines of;

“Birthdays… you think it’s so cool because people hand you presents. You expect them to spoil you. But if you think about it in detail - you’d realise that YOU are the one who should be giving out presents. To whom? To your mum, for carrying you in her womb until the day you were born. To your dad, who ran around frantically trying to find diapers and making sure the house is nice for you when you’re finally out.”

Wow. May Allah keep us all in remembrance of how much we owe Mum and Dad.

Uh... Ustaz should’ve said that after my birthday la. (Haha just kidding!)

But Ustaz… presents from friends ok or not?? Ok what, friends didn’t have to bear the burden of having me in their tummy, right? So um, Amalin, Ain, Alya, this from you ok??

to swatch or not to swatch

I am so, so, confused.

Every time I see somebody wearing a Swatch (doesn't matter if it's a burgundy New Gent, a stripy Skin, or a checkerboard Irony), aside from feeling an overwhelming irritant, I go all Swatch is too mainstream, I shall now go back to Barbie. No exceptions.

And I'll make some mental note to check out adult-friendly Barbie watches because I am now 16, duh. 

I shall never buy a Swatch ever again, I would say. No mainstream stuff. Oh yeah... Can also save up for college.

I deleted the most recent unread email from Swatch. Ahh, so steadfast this one.

I almost declared myself as Swatch-free. I wore none to school for almost two weeks now.

But today I found myself here and um... my resolutions went down the drain. 

Too cute; too sophisticated; too swatch. Can't handle the pressure.

#thestruggle

grayscale

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

This year, our Mondays and Thursdays would end at 2.50pm instead of the usual 2.15pm. Here's to wasting spending more time at school :(

Our koko - Malay slang for co-curricular activities - would usually be around 3.30pm to 5pm, so most of the students will just have their lunch and do Zuhur prayers without going home. It's really a blessing to see beautiful girls standing next to one another, performing Zuhur Salaah in congregation, Alhamdulillah.

Here's the catch though: the praying garments are... um... *squeals*

One telekung with torn hem, another one seems like it's been worn since 2009, that one over there has stains all over it...

A very 'picturesque' sight, you see.

Not that I'm complaining, because I may be held accountable as well.

But these are what we can do.

1. Help with laundry. I am pretty sure that the telekungs are constantly being washed by the surau's personnel, but it's always noble to lend a helping hand. Who doesn't like Downy telekungs? Or squeaky clean telekungs that smell like Softlan? Say, bring the pair of praying garment we used home, wash it, bring it back to school. A person uses it, and we'll get free pahala.

2. Donate praying garments. I noticed that during prayer times, there a lot of girls casually sitting at the back of the surau. They're not gossiping /coughs coughs/, of course, they're doing the signature "tengah tunggu telekung". The thing about donating is that we could just give out anything; be it used ones (make sure they're decent and usable) or newly purchased garments. Think sadaqah jariah.

On average, I would say that one pair of praying garment is most likely to be used more than thrice, especially during koko days where some students perform their Asar prayer at school. More people using our telekung = more rewards we get, if God wills.

Take your adornment while praying, Allah says. (Quran, 7:31)

You know, like if you wear Zara when hanging out with your friends (admit it, girls would want to look fab)... what about hanging out with God...

Besides, you know you'd love to prostrate to Allah in something lovely, right?

so domestic

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

I love my Bibi. I do. Alhamdulillah I have been blessed to have (and had) two wonderful women taking care of me at home. 

picture off google

The first one was Bibi A, who sticked with me since my very first years up to the point where I was a jumpy 8-year old. When she had to return to Wonosobo, Indonesia, I was devastated. Fortunately, a few months later, my granddad and I had a lovely grandpa-granddaughter trip to Jogja and paid a visit to Bibi A's house. I was in tears when we departed to the airport, knowing that I won't be having Bibi A around (so what if I wailed, I was 9, get over it, haha).

Soon came Bibi Y, who replaced Bibi A. She is an amazing cook (she makes really good lasagna), a tech savvy, and one whom I insisted that she learn how to drive. Of course when she first came I felt a little distant, but now, gee I love her so much. Bibi Y flew to Malaysia when I was in Year 3, and is currently on a holiday in Jawa Tengah.

My parents frequently (and jokingly) mock me for the fact that I can't even fry an egg. Pffft I can bake and frost delicate cakes - could you do that when you were 16, Mama? Haa.

There was that one time in class when my Sejarah teacher asked me if I could make some ikan goreng and I had to sheepishly mumble "Boleh, kot..." and tolerate the whole class snickering. Oh, I bet you guys don't even know how to make ikan goreng, too. I'm not the only one, pffft.

Normally, when Bibi Y is enjoying her one-month holiday (probably off on a beach with a juice and the mini umbrella thing with her son right now), Bibi A will come to our aid. She'd fly to KL and I'd be the happiest person alive. Over the years, we grew very close and I used to have conversations with her daughters once in a blue moon.

However, Bibi A is nearing her senior citizen years and in order to respect her... I won't be having her as a Bibi anymore. 

and that, is, why, I am bibi-less this school holiday. 

or not really that bibi-less, as my aunt's Bibi, Bibi H, comes during the day on weekdays.

But Bibi H is at my cousin's on weekends, and even if she's here from Mon till Fri, she has my baby cousin to take care of, so yes, I can be considered as bibi-less.

So I learnt how to steam iron on YouTube! So proud of myself. (I bet you didn't know how to steam iron clothes when you're 16, Abah, haha). I also ironed Abah's trousers! I improved, the last time I ironed my tudung it got burnt and had to be thrown away - bibi Y laughed a little too much before blabbing on the proper way of ironing.

Abah thinks that I can't sweep. Ha, I swept and wiped the floor, it's squeaky clean now. *winks at Bibi for teaching*

I do laundry everyday! It's really easy, I mean, you just press a few buttons and voila, they're all clean. The folding part is a bit tricky, and if I can't resort on using hangers, those pants and shirts are going to look like a hastily flipped omelette. 

My bibi is garang, ok. Bibi Y would kill me if I ever messed the stack of clothing she meticulously folded. 

Despite her being strict and all, I am so, so, grateful to have Bibi Y, because otherwise the whole house would turn upside down, all the insides jumbled up as if our house had just been destroyed by a tornado (naudzubillahi min zalik). Cepat balik, bibi! Hehe.

My parents constantly remind me to love and respect our Bibi. They take care of us, bathe us when we're kids, teach us a lot of things that we can't personally get elsewhere, like being grateful for what we have and to count our blessings. Y'all crying for iPhone5s, my bibi's husband passed away when she was pregnant with their first son, can't afford to have a house, yet she's very strong, and she takes things in her stride.

God bless us with so much that we lose track of it sometimes, forgetting how He can take it all away in a flash.

my kind of syllabus

I'm in the middle of my finals, but I couldn't help but to post this teeny weeny post.

Spent a few gruesome days being friends with my textbook and well... it's not entirely my fault if I came up with this.

You know what I'd much rather do?

If given the choice, I would choose...

Potions over Chemistry.

History of Magic over Sejarah/History.

Quidditch/flying lessons over PJK/PE.

Care of Magical Creatures over Biology.

Arithmancy over Maths.

Ancient Runes over English & BM. 

and do all the others (ok fine, I just couldn't decide on what their Muggle equivalent are); Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Astronomy, Divination, Herbology (probably gonna hate this one though).

Pretty sure I'm more than happy to study for the Os. Straight O's, even.

super cool tutorial right here

move it

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Assalamualaikum.

Instagram is brilliant, really. It's lovely how I could see my friends' life through their respective lenses.

I was on the pc website, and my hands were just resting on top of the keyboard (aside from scrolling down, of course, that's the right hand).

Abah told me to raise my right hand. It was so out of the blue, but I obeyed.

He continued, "Good. Now turunkan sikit..." and I did what I was told. "Sikit lagi..." and boom.

Guess what my hand came into contact with.

What a bummer. It was my chemistry reference book. It turned out that I inadvertently placed my Success book juuuuust beside my laptop.

"Not funny."

Then he laughed, grabbed his keys and entertained Afiq's continuous request for bread, at 9pm on a Thursday.

My End-of-Year exam is in 2 weeks. I flipped the pages, searched for interesting images, and it was barely two minutes before I slammed it close. I googled some useless stuff, and a few minutes later, I heard his car.

Immediately I shut the laptop, went back to the book, pretended I was reading.

Bhahahahah. Sorry Abah, you know I love you so much. (he reads my blog, creepy, I know).

living in aotearoa

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Assalammualaikum.

If there's a quirky thing about me (I mean, one from a whole lot of quirks), I'd say... I can never live far from airports without hyperventilating. What if something happens and I can't migrate? What if there's no decent store in town and I am unable to buy what I want? What would I do if I needed to fly on that very day? 

There was that one time when I told my man - he's my dad, I'm still as fine - I'd like to reside in New Zealand. He then inquired, which part? 

That question sent me down memory lane for a while.

Christchurch is a good choice. City centre, huge airport, shopping malls. 

Auckland is practical. The capital of NZ, after all.

Queenstown is absolutely magnificent mashaAllah. But it's surrounded by mountains (that's what makes it picturesque, you silly).

Twizel shines (the stars, of course) but then again... I need huge airports. 

My two fave guys trying to soak one another... maybe.

...and soon I was back in the pearls of New Zealand, namely Wanaka, Milford Sound, Fox Glacier... and such beautiful places I can always be amazed at for days on end.

By far, my favourite tourist destinations would be Queenstown and Vienna. My fellow peers would choose Paris or London - gorgeous, I admit, but classics are my cup of tea. 

As much as I love Queenstown for all it boasts - the skiing, the lakes, the buildings, I'd choose Christchurch/Auckland over that, for Christchurch and Auckland are hugely populated cities. The environment is just as considerably wonderful.

"But who's going to live with me?" Abah pretended to cry aka smirking with that mischievous look of his. I know when the time comes, he'd be like, go awaaaay. Haha.

"Fine, I'll just live in kl and buy a duplex." Pffft.