Roll On: Three Things I Need to Buy For My Balik Kampung Trip

I didn't always thought of anything on my balik kampung trip except for comfy attire and fully charged power bank. However, since Lazada last contest for Ramadhan Raya Blogger Contest need me to figure out things I want for my balik kampung trip, I notice that if I have these three thing my trip would be more awesome.

Oh, both my grandparents from both Walid and mak side have passed away so we are celebrating the first raya here in Manjung. Then we will go to Kuala Kangsar to visit our Tok Long and went to Padang Serai on second raya to visit our relatives there. 

Here are the three things that will make my life happier

#1 A comfortable pillow for me to cuddle especially when I start to feel sleepy. I rarely sleep nowadays but it is still would be great to have something to hug and not to mention it is a cute Totoro one's!

Roll On: Getting a Mature and More Confident Style This Eidulfitri

Year by year I get more surprised on my own consciousness regarding my choice of attire. To be exact - what I actually want to wear vs what I want to wear just because it is a trend / the norm.

I was never the one to dress up pretty and pretty much-hated ironing so I always have some tudung malas. Usually, if we made plan to go out at a certain time then I will put more efforts into my choice of attire but lately, I was so lazy that I only drape the shawl over my shoulder and that is all. It was always t-shirt and jeans and barefaced. Yup, with acne scars and pale AF lips - I am the epitome of not the least care what you think about me.

I thought it was pretty normal until I got into UKM and found plenty of girls who really put effort each time going out even it is only to the cafeteria. Somehow the idea of really taking care of how you looked all the time kinda made me feel like maybe I didn't put enough effort on myself. I am 24 now. No more snotty bed face anymore~

It wasn't like I am trying to be someone else - I just thought it is a path for me to venture in order to grow up, I can always turn back if I do feel like it is not the right thing for me.

Anyway, even for Eidulfitri, I didn't put much thought into what I am wearing. For the past few years, my aunt has been giving us some fabric to be made into baju kurung and I totally settled for that. I always pick up something plain since I want to make sure I can wear to my class later on and if you read My Dorky and Quirky Lookbooks you'll remember that plain is simply my jam.

However, I realised now the key essence on what impression I want to leave onto people is that this is me - in my most Afifah's look and I am totally rocking the confidence aura out of it. For that, I need to ditch my sluggish and child-like look and start to look mature thus makes people notice/believe in me better. 

I learned to observe peoples with different looks. I look up into my friends choice of attire (at different occasions too) and the air that surrounds them. What made it them and try to compare with the current trend. I observed some trendy and chic people too. The one that totally catches my attention were peoples who dressed up minimally or simply looked the same day by day but have some sort of confident appeal to them. Sort of cool and have a firm stand. Not easily shaken by others and truly know themselves in and out. Like Steve Jobs and Mark Zuckerberg~

But actually, it wasn't those millionaires that made me attracted to that style - it was my super successful and confident looking lecturers. They didn't look totally the same day by day, the just have a set of thing they conform too - together with their of own colour palette. There is this one lecturer who totally kills it with her high heels and I totally like those little details that simply striking for me.

I am so babbling like crazy but this is the essence of the title though I wasn't really gonna do a whole essay on it in my blog. I thought it was gonna be some silent discussion and understanding I have inside my head until Lazada blogger contest for Raya asked to write something with "Looking Good and Beautiful". This is my definition of good and beautiful and I am still learning.

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Roll On: Request Me a Poem (free)

So, some time this week I announce in my Twitter account that if you guys re-tweet and comment on the tweet with some words - I'm going to make a poem out of the words you choose. A few words were given and somehow I am excited to do it. In case you guys didn't know - I write poems (amateur-ly of course).

Roll On: 10 Things To Do Around / In Tasik Titiwangsa.

Excuse me as I wrote things that might give me more traffic yet still relevant to me. 

If you read "About Me" page you will see that I want to write things that I personally knew which in this case - Tasik Titiwangsa. I was a student at UKM KL and I am pretty sure most of you do not realize that UKM has a campus at KL. 

They did. We exist.

Our main residential college, the Tun Syed Nasir Residential College 1, is located directly behind Tasik Titiwangsa (though only one is left now and Plaza Rah can not be counted as a residential college). If you look closely - behind the tall trees and even smaller signboard with UKM logo on it, you can see us!

Well not me of course - I have graduated. #fliptudung.

The big water fountain is placed in the middle of this. It was majestic.

Roll On: Fuel Up Petron and Redeem It at Giant!

I notice Petron did a promotion for Eid and I thought to check it out and it turns out to be kinda a great deal. We've been travelling a lot these few days and if I notice this earlier, imagine the money we can save!

Let me tell you about Petron-Giant Spend & Redeem / Hypermarket Sweep.


click HERE for more information

Flash Fiction Series - A Maniacal Morning


It was a baby blue dress shirt and dark casual jeans.

It was a long sleeved gold maxi dress with floral printed shawl.

It was coffee, it will all forever come down to plain ol' cup of jo. With extra sugar.

* * *

"Why does everything must be so hard!"

Suddenly, the girl in front of the counter shout out hysterically and pull out a knife. The poor barista looked like the living daylight has been sucked off him. For heaven's sake, they were out of soy milk in his shift and now a girl going berserk for not having her dairy free coffee. 

"Why don't everything goes to plan?"

She starts to wail and keep the knife aimed to the barista, staring shots into his eyes, begging for an answer he cannot give. I bet he will learn to be so damn quiet from now contradicting to his chirpy attitude asking nonsense as he usually does when I'm getting my caffeine fixed for the day. Who on earth speaks to a person who isn't well caffeinated? How barbaric! 

Well, on the other hand, rather strategically, people start to clear out of the cafe though I can see some start to record the scene from the safety of the glass panel. #typical. I wonder if the mall security has been called in.

She is just there in front of me but she seems fixed enough to the barista. I was going to make a run for it until the girl gets shocked from a camera flash and then quickly turn to her back - to me, with the freaking knife still aimed straight. 

Mental note: if I ever got out alive, killed that bastard who uses a flashlight in a well-lit surrounding.

I forgot to breathe and life seems so fragile. The knife is silvery shine and her hands are shaking so hard. Her dead shots are now well meant for me and now I am thinking the answer for the vague questions asked. 

Why ever things can go on like how we wanted it?

Something at me must have triggered her as her eyes turn dark and her expression seems utterly defeated. Like life meant less than nothing. 

"How cheerful you look. Gold dress and flowery shawl, life must be perfect for you isn't it?"

My lips locked but my eyes still trained on her. I didn't notice it before but apparently under her oversized sweatshirt were a pair of hospital gown and I'd recognise that putrid colour a thousand miles far. It was a specific hospital gown near here made especially to distinguish patient in the psychiatric ward. The ward have two separate doors, bolted, with freaking guards! How the heck that she escaped?

I looked over the outfit I chose for today, I didn't really realise the vibes it was sending. It was some routinE match that I always do.

That dress with that shawl. 

"No life is perfect. No one is perfect"

The girl stilled for a while shocked to hear an answer from me. 

"Oh pray tell, did your cat died? or your morning milk has gone bad?" answered the girl mockingly.

"My dad passed away last week, I realise that after all these years I started to hate my lifelong dream and now I am feeling so guilty because for wanting to get out of my life long career though my drive was to help you"
"What do you mean help me?! Why does everyone think they are qualified to help me!!??"
"I'm a pharmacist at the hospital you were admitted, specifically the ward you were admitted," I said as I gestured to her hospital gown.

That statement is shocking enough as she suddenly drops her knife and in a swift movement a baby blue dress shirt cross into my vision and the girl is hugged from behind with dark jeans kicking the knife into the far left of the cafe. A second later the mall's security comes in and she was handcuffed while I still stand there undisturbed. Utterly shocked.

"Hey pharmacist, hello??" a rough voice was heard and I notice a hand waved in front of me. 

"What pharmacist? Where's that girl? Who are you?" I said as I wake up from my trance.

"Take a breath" how can a rough voice sound so soothing right now?

I took few deep breaths and the memories pieces together. Come to think of it, that girl does look familiar. I was working in automatic for far too long. I tilt my head up to see the tall figure who just saved my life and turn to the side to watch the girl who has also saved my life in a way. 

I'll get back to you

"You've saved my life. I need to buy you a drink"
"Oh no, it's okay, the cafe already making free cups for us. I think it was something plain with extra sugar for you"

There was another barista making the drink and life seems to continue undisturbed.

"But there is one thing though"
"What?"
"You see, I'm a pharmacist too. I'm supposed to start my work today, mind showing me the way?"





Roll On: 5 Things I Want To Focus on During Ramadhan.


If anyone took notice, I shared that I was afraid for Ramadhan to come. I guess that was inevitable especially for those (read ; me) who always try to keep up a new habit and almost consistently failed. I was a bit afraid that I will waste the month.

I also told that I will try to make sort of daily muthabaah to keep me going and that is the essence of this post. I'm feeling super duper conscious but still, I really want to write this. Ok, let's just go straight into it.

Oh btw, you have rarely seen me doing spiritually related post because I'm not the best one to seek for those so, I don't know, don't expect so much? I know how people always need the best of credential before giving advice though everyone can give advice.

Roll On: 7 Books Suggested by twt_buku Followers - for me

I have so many to be written posts and I even plan some more for Ramadhan but alas I am writing this right now. Just because I did the curator work early May and it is June already thus the time gap is quite big and I don't want to enlarge it anymore.

Let's get to this.

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