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I can't take it anymore

People should stop talking to me like my parents shit gold because they don't (?) and i certainly do not live off them. My father's income may be slightly above average but that doesn't mean mine is. That's his money and i honestly can't remember the last time i asked him for money.
I have a job of my own, which i got by myself without pulling any strings or using any connections. My pay is below average and i try hard to spend within my means.I buy groceries, do my laundry, pay for my transports and bills using my own income. I cook almost on a daily basis to save.  Concurrently, i also have my savings that i do not use in case of emergency. Since you're so smart and jumping into conclusions, do the math and calculate what i'm left with.
So I'm sorry to break it to you but i'm not a cheapskate like y'all think i am. I'm sorry if i don't spend like how i'm deemed to. I'm sorry if i do not spend like my father does because we cle…

Skepticism Against the Malaysian Music Industry

I am quite blessed that most of my friends fairly listen to local songs.
When i went to Faizal Tahir's concert a few years ago at Dewan Filharmonik Petronas, i overheard this conversation between two ladies. That time, everyone was already seated and we were just waiting for the show to begin.

"Do you know who he is? Do you know any of his songs?"
"Sadly no! I only know Gemuruh and Sampai Syurga" "OMG me too! *chuckles* entah siapa2 entah. Takpe lah, kita dengar je la."
As a huge fan, obviously i was offended. Why would you come to a concert of a singer you barely know? But what bugged me more was that during the conversation, they kind of carried a connotation that Malay songs are not good enough to listen to. Being in 2018 where the society is gradually becoming more sophisticated and we celebrate liberalism, shouldn't they be more accepting when it comes to music as well? Funnily enough, if you approach these people and ask them why they hate loc…

From housemate to best mate

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When i first got into diploma, i was a lone ranger. I was comfortable going places alone, having dinner alone (people were still looking down on solo diners back then).

After my first year, my hostel application got rejected and i needed to find a room to rent. So i rented a room of a semi-d house with strangers. The house was shitty, insanely expensive for the price. It's the second last house from the street's dead end. There weren't any street lights at night. Whenever i had to come back home late night, my guy friends would follow me from behind, let me enter the house and they would lock my gate for me. The street was that scary. The view from my window was thick bushes. It was that scary, might as well be the set of Malaysia's next horror movie.
For a room-for-two in Lendu that provided an aluminium kitchen utensils rack as a wardrobe, RM200/pax is batshit expensive. I wasn't even allowed to turn on the water heater: "Rina, jangan pakai water heater eh? …

To those who like to point out other people's mistakes

I understand that you're just doing your part, being a sister in Islam, to tell other members of Islam what they did wrong. I understand that you're just doing your part as a sister to remind others who have strayed away to come back and practise the teachings of Islam. You want to do your obligations and simultaneously seek blessings and deeds from Allah SWT.

But what if.
What if what you've done and what you've said to the sinners are not drawing them closer to Islam but only turning them away from Islam? Isn't the blame partially on you too? Tak fikir kau pun dapat dosa?
Have you ever thought about that?

Dah berbuih dah mulut ni cakap, berapa kali nak aku cakap?

1. Speak of the beauty of Islam, bukan takutkan orang nak masuk Islam. You're supposed to be attracting people to Islam. Not pushing people away.
2As much as berdosa buat benda haram, mengharamkan benda yang halal pun haram jugak, bodoh.
3. Yes, the ustazs are here to guide you. But remember, they&#…

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10 years.

I can't believe it that i've been blogging for 10 years already. Wow, i am overwhelmed. If this blog is a TV show, we could do a reunion episode already! Hahaha. If you have been reading this blog all the way since i first started blogging, thank you for staying. You don't know how much it means to me.

This blog is a big part of me. I grew up with this blog. I recently went through my first few post and GOOD GOD, I'm mortified! There were days when i wrote like some emo kid, some 40-year-old aunty and even a rempit. I was so close to deleting some posts because, ugh, i'm so embarrassed of myself! But then again, that is my growing up process. If people want to see how much i have grown over the years, have a look at this blog. This blog is basically my life journey.

In accordance to my 10th year anniversary, i bought myself a little present.

My very own domain.

I have always wanted a domain. My own _____.com. But i hesitated because i thought it would be …

The Month of Reflection

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Ramadhan truly is the month to reflect, isn't it?

The past few years, i have had some rocky friendships with a few people whom i once called my best friends. Along the way, more and more signs showed that we no longer have that chemistry and we're not on the same page. The friendships did not even benefit us on both ends. From what felt like best friends turned to close friends, and then to acquaintances and i finally decided that it is best that we part ways. The friendships just faded and to make it easier for me, i tried not to think so much about it. An advice from me to myself; this is all a part of my growing up process and you don't get to keep everyone in your life.

It hasn't even been ten days yet but i have already seen firsthand the signs of the holiness of Ramadhan. Allah worked his wonders and somehow someway, i crossed paths with three of them. For Ramadhan, i try my best to commute as often as i could from Seremban-KL because i want to buka puasa and sa…

We know you talk about us.

It somewhat flatters me to know that there are quite a number of acquaintances of mine who actually keep tabs on me and my friends. They have (and i assume they still do) read and watch everything my friends and i post online and discuss about them in their little Whatsapp group. They sometimes take screenshots of our Instastories, stalk more of my friends to know as much as they can about our lifestyle. Who we hangout with, what we do, where we go.

I'm surprised.

But don't take me the wrong way, though. I'm not hating on them nor ridiculing them. I'm merely surprised that our lifestyle is interesting enough for your to pay this amount of attention.

If you are one of those people who are always so curious about my friends and i, thank you for asking around. Let me make it easy for you. We're happy with the life we're living. Life has been good, fun and i'm genuinely happy. I'm happy with my job, my circle of friends and I certainly don't mind you go…