Part-Time Job (employee of the month while we’re at that too!)

Assalamualaikum errrbaaddeehhh!!!

Last Saturday… At 2300 hours… What were you on?

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Me? Was just lying and rolling on piles of shawls…!! Hahaha…. I get excited typing and looking at these gorgeous pile of colours! Why? Aku punya pasallah… Hehehehe

There are some things in life which you love to do but when it becomes a job, it’ll lose that fun integrity.

What I do for fun (when lazy)…

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Shawl shopping part &#+@+#& of &#+#+#.

Few weeks later….

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Shawl shopping part &#@&+@+ of #)-@:@)@ 🙂

Choosing which pink, blue or purple is pretty much headache when the colour difference is probably a universal colour code away. Manyakk susahh wooo.

When your hobby is packing, others chore is your (or rather mine) fun, baby!!

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Wheeeeeeeee!!!!! Separate, arrange, pack, seal, stamp em’, scotch tape ’em, wrap em…. Ah luvvvvit!!!

My reaction when I saw notification on my Facebook:

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How I pheel? Recognized baby!! Hahaha

Ask me to help you pack!!??

Sekecil sealing beg paling kecik diminta, sebesar beg sampah trash saya tadahkan.

Kecil tapak tangan, nyiur (eh?) saya tadahkan…

My Sister

One post before I drag myself out of the bed. One ah, just one post!

So on Monday, amidst doing work and almost, almost dozing off, I distracted myself with finding wallpaper for my phone.

The telefonku sayaaaaang (phone), has been sick for almost 2 months and HTC decides that the best way to save it is to reincarnate it. So, long story short: Factory reset!

*sidetrack*

When the person told me, “Have you back up everything?” I said yes FORGETTING that I did not screenshot/save my notes! There goes my WiFi password for everybody’s house. *slap self* There goes all the bus stop number that I’ve saved. There goes my vocab study notes for another language. Annnnnd, there goes my uni choices list. There goes part of my lifeeee…..*drama sikit* I mean, the best people are those whose house WiFi has no password or they share with you the password right??

Anyway, all this is due to my selengeness (silliness), so….errrr…. I man up la.

*back on track*

My previous phone wallpaper has been with me since day 1 and I cannot imagine having to live with another wallpaper. Sheldon Cooper disease ere.’

Lunch was spent reading book and searching for my previous wallpaper. I took it from Google and it seems like Google site was factory reset too cause, for nuts, I can’t find it. I mean, how hard can it be? Its so sexy and famous and they gave me other not up to standard choices *Bahahahahaha, what a joke Aqilah*

Out of the office to settle some stuff and in the cab, I was still searching for my wallpaper. 15 mins cab ride and I can’t find a replacement. My baby’s such a thug. Peh susah nak cari!!! (so hard to find.)

While waiting for our queue number, something caught my eye but… I was still searching for the old one. =____=”

Half an hour of try and error later, I FOUND IT!!!!!! Not the original one though. Found a matchy-worthy wallpaper la. Beggars can’t be choosers right?

At night….

Before retiring for the night, I asked my younger brother, “I’m cool. Wanna see something cool??” I pressed the unlock button and my phone lit up in modest glory full with charismatic killing aura that nooooo one (being bias here) can deny his Highness of sexiness.

My brother that seldom agree with my choices and train of thoughts approve my choice. Hah! Who can say no to…

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So tell me….

Who’s your Daddy??

Who’s your Sister????

Handsome rabakkk kannn!!!???

Ramadan

Assalamualaikum!

Ramadan Kareem sisters and brothers in Islam 🙂

Was scrolling down my facebook page and stumble on sooo many pictories. So many quotes and sayings. SO! I wanna join the fun and share too! 😉

Many pictories on change, hijab especially, comes from sisters, whether they where hijab or not. I have no issues and hard feelings on sisters not in hijab. Khalassss

There are Muslims who practice Islam for Allah. There are Muslims who practice Islam during Ramadan. Which one is you? Slave of Allah or Slave of Ramadan?

Ramadan is a beautiful month. You see people gather more often. Girls dressing more modestly. Speech more respectful. People pray together more often. Albeit the posts ‘Aku lapar. (I’m hungry.) Boleh makan (Can eat) Nasi Bryani, Chocolate cupcake, Hot Dog Roll, Apple Pie, Shepherd Pie, Pavlova, Meringue, Koko Krunch right now, on Twitter and Facebook.

There’s been many Tweets on how sisters should cover up. Brothers leh? Yang pakai seluar bermudas atas lutut? Seluar ketat mengalahkan Superman, Cicakman dan segala Man? (What about brothers in bermudas above knee level? Tight pants that makes Superman, Cicakman and other Man lose to them?) Why don’t we let sisters advice sisters and brothers advice brothers? Afterall, we understand our gender better, no?

Ok, let’s not sidetrack!

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So sisters! Let’s aim to improve ourselves!

If we’re covered. Let’s aim to loosen our clothes.

If we read the Qur’an once a week. Let’s aim for thrice a week and progress from that.

If our speech is a little rough and sharp. Let’s aim to soften and sweeten our speech.

I can’t think of anything else, oh my gosh! Blaming on the Bryani and Aglio Olio.

You know… I totally understand sisters who are waiting for that Taufiq and Hidayah to come on them before they don it.

I’m sure those who had done their research have stumble upon quotes like, “Isn’t the Qur’an enough for you?” or the 14 or 15 questions and answers for why you should cover your hair page. I yawned at that. Honestly. It knocked some sense into me but it was too long-winded for me. I digress. I apologise. If I sound and seem rude.

Have you ever fall in the kind of situation where you did your best to help your friend/family out of a difficult situation. You felt like your action wasn’t much of a help but more of a sacrifice. Some lives, were sacrifice (cheyy, drama sikit please) When all of that blows, that rascal (friend or family) just dish everything and carry on like your favour was nothing. How do you feel? Not being appreciated?

This Ramadan, let’s make a change. I hope the video below inspires you a little, as much as it inspire me.