tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967012937442452812024-03-19T07:22:31.427+00:00Ilmira/MurniAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01730931242543527456noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296701293744245281.post-30735161829995550832017-04-29T15:47:00.006+01:002017-04-29T15:47:49.186+01:00Quick update!<div style="text-align: center;">
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So Im finding that its really hard for me to express myself (or the person Ive become) in writing. Or at least not the type of writing I normally do on here, if anything, all I write now is vague poetic-ish stuff. Ill be posting a lot more on there platforms:</div>
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Expect a lot more picture, and your occasional instastory rant. </div>
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Keep it real, keep it chill</div>
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You never really forget your first pole sit</div>
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"Hands up high above your head, you want to hoist yourself up, cross one leg above the other" Lauren, my instructor tells the class "let go of your hands then SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE"</div>
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You never really forget your first pole sit because that burn between your thighs... <i>oh baby</i></div>
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On friday practise I (along with other beginners) go to the studio to practise our sits. We tell our friends in the studio 'Dammit! That hurts!' We tell the more experienced polers it hurts, as if they dont already know. We ask them if it'll ever stop hurting and they laugh (cause it wont)</div>
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But they also tell us that the pole will make us stronger. </div>
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Pole gets a bad rep. Its known to be a 'sexy dance' and a lot of people forget all the strength and resilience that the art demands. Heck I know some people wouldn't even consider it a sport. I mean, you try invert into a crucifix and tell me that its not a sport. Its one hell of a demanding sport; theres a lot of core strength, flexibility and pain tolerance involved. Theres a lot of technique, a WHOLE LOT of getting to know your body, a lot of trusting yourself. And OF COURSE its sexy, but its so much more than that.</div>
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Its so much more than that to me.</div>
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See Im not the sporty type. Im not even the healthy type, I remember not being able to lift up a vacuum. I remember idealising a stick thin body figure to the point that Id starve myself for it, challenge myself to see how long I could go without food. I had a point when my relationship with food and my body was so bad I needed to get help for it, and even after that was over, I still kept obsessing over weighing scales and body figures and beat myself up about gaining a kilogram. </div>
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When I started pole that changed. I think at that point my eating habits were alright but my mindset was still 'Mira you ate so much, BAD!'. My mindset was still structured to think skinny = achievement. So what changed when I started pole was I started associating achievements with acing that spin/nailing that invert/holding that pose. I started worrying less about being skinny and focused more on being stronger, and its such a rewarding sport because you have to take the time to get to know the way your body was made. You come back every week and you can clearly track your progress and witness your body change. I think the transformation your body goes through with pole is one of the most obvious and rewarding things anyone can go through. And its not a competitive sport so its just you, your body, your mind and the pole. </div>
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On top of the nature of the sport being so rewarding and positive, I started pole in UCL and the society is one of the most open, supportive and helpful bunch of people Ive met to date. You forgot to shave your armpits? Thats cool. You're not a size two? Who cares. You wanna go pray before you pole it up? No thats not weird. Every Friday the committee sets the poles up and members can come in and out whenever you want, practising any move you want, so its the time polers from all different levels meet each other. Not once have I struggled with a move and not had someone with more experience come to help me out. Every time you nail something, someone cheers. Everybody is happy to offer to teach what they know and show you the way around the poles. And you can find people from everywhere, from all types of backgrounds and stories. The society welcomes anyone and everyone.</div>
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I have nothing but good things to say about pole and this years committee. This years committee has worked so hard to facilitate everyones growth and learning, and make sure theres lots of glitter in the process. I couldn't have had a more caring and lovely bunch of people welcoming me into this art that I love, and if any of you are reading this thank youuuu sooooo muchhhhh</div>
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Im so happy I found pole, and Im so happy with where its got me with my body and mind. Im the heaviest I've been in my life, but Im also the strongest and pole has taught me to be comfortable with looking at my chunky lumpy bits in the mirror and count what matters- and that is being able to rely on yourself to pull yourself up when you're upside down. </div>
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Heres to more happy years on and off the pole</div>
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<i>Love from London,</i></div>
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Coming to the UK I told myself that the thing I feared the most was losing people due to the move. Be it losing people because the distance made relationships too difficult to maintain, or you know, death, I was really hoping none of that would happen in my first year. I thought, any year but this year, I can handle it, just need to settle down, fall in love with London and my commitment to study first.</div>
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Then 2017 came and just <i>splat.</i></div>
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Thats how it felt at first, a big, hopeless, <i>splat.</i></div>
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In January I had to end a long distance relationship with someone I was so incredibly in love and compatible with. Love to the point that it hurts to type it out <i>(my gosh so drama), </i>I can't even describe it really and I didn't even want to for once. I won't even try to do it here. I just wanted to keep the relationship personal and private (I'm an open book IF you haven't already noticed, so this was different and special), and it was hard to swallow that if I was in another place doing other things I wouldn't really have to face the break-up. </div>
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Breaking up from a good relationship is hard in its own way. Its hard because there was so little that went wrong (maybe even nothing?) that its easy to end up at, wait why are we breaking up again? (Then Big Mira tells Small Mira, distance beb, distance) But break-ups are relatively easier to deal with than death. I told myself that I can still be happy and he can still be happy and we didn't end it on a bad note so give it time and we didn't have to lose the companionship if we didn't want to. Even though it was terrible to process and even now I'm still in a weird place about it, on the mostly I got over it, I was okay.</div>
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Then in February, I got news that my grandmother passed away. It was both shocking and not, she wasn't sick or anything like that, but she fell ill after a trip to umrah and her body just, never got better. All in all, the falling sick, the devastating hospital visits, the death, it all happened in two weeks. On the day of her death my mom had already told me it was coming, and when face timing her, my dad said ' So I guess this is your last time you'll see her'. That broke me. It broke me to not be home, to not be there for my family when another person driving or staying awake or taking care would've been helpful. I mean, it wasn't like they had any trouble taking care of her, my family bands together pretty well in times of health related crisis, but I wanted to be involved. To take care of my Wan the way she took care of me (I grew up like 70% with her in my first few years of life), to be there for my dad when he needed the emotional support. I just wanted to be there, not a FaceTime away, not a whatsapp away. I was face timing my family the whole evening, but I still felt so, detached. I really didn't expect not to have her to come home to. I still don't know how to feel about that.</div>
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So, 2017 has been hard on me. I've cursed the year many times over and just really felt like, not doing life for the rest of the year. I just kept wishing things were different, that I wasn't here. </div>
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I was talking to my friend Archie about how I was feeling, and I stressed how demotivated I felt. It was a conversation over whatsapp and he said this to me </div>
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He said I could go with my feelings or to realise the opportunity I have and make full use of it. I realise that any big decision comes with an extent of sacrifice, and I tried to hope my way out of not having to realise the full consequence of not being with my loved ones. But I had to face it, and now I have a choice; to do my best or to not. And right now, the way I see it, damn i better get a first or none of this is worth it lol.</div>
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I told that to Archie too, and he again pointed out that of course its worth being here. He pointed out that I have many friends and I'm learning new things in a way I never can if I was at home. That I gotta not neglect my opportunity but whatever I end up with at the end of the day, me being here is already worth it due to the sheer experience of being here. The whole time I was thinking, damn, when did Archie get so wise?</div>
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I talk a lot about how being here is not what I expected it to be. If I was to go into it here this post will never end, but I guess I was almost homesick to the point of disappointment in my first semester. But now, now I'm realising that maybe its not what I expected it to be but thats good too in some ways.</div>
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I'm scared of separation. When I was seeing a therapist he pretty much diagnosed me with separation anxiety, which is ironic because here I am, so damn separated from my life back in Malaysia. I talk about moving countries a lot because it affects me a lot, but this recent bout of separation, this facing my anxiety right in the face, its been hard. But its also been positive. I'm learning healthy ways to cope with it all, and I guess I'm only getting stronger. And seeing as how bad my year has started out, I only can go up right?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01730931242543527456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296701293744245281.post-78029456511715448222017-01-31T23:11:00.000+00:002017-02-01T00:31:14.082+00:00On being present<div style="text-align: center;">
So the real reason why I haven't been posting on here at all lately is because I've found that I'm in quite a dry spell when it comes to writing here, and thats been because I've been feeling really odd.</div>
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The word to describe it best is sub-par. Not unhappy, not depressed. Not even a little bit sad. Just feeling like Im not feeling what Im supposed to feel coming to London. I worked myself for the longest of times to get here, but when I did get here, I really just wanted to go home.</div>
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See, thats the other thing. I didn't feel like it should be something I should talk about so openly. I'm aware that me being in my dream university under my dream scholarship is something that is of great privilege. I know so many pray for this and that I got really lucky with the cards life dealt me in terms of education. I was really scared of being labelled '<i>tak bersyukur' (</i>ungrateful) in my attempt at being honest and I didn't want to complain. I mean, I got exactly what I wanted.</div>
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But I did feel sub-par, and while thats a whole other blogpost in itself, it is the main reason why I couldn't write anything here. I wanted to write about how happy and wonderful and amazing things were. And whilst I always found London to be a city easy to fall in love with, my first term here was just so </div>
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A hugeeee chunk of my sub-par ness stemmed from the fact that I left so many people that I love back in Malaysia- one plane ticket and I have a long distance relationship with 70% of the people closest to me, and I kept indulging in the lonely thought of forever being left out (huge FOMO issues). I'm <b><u>super</u></b> close to my family, so it was really hard to know that I'll be missing out on so many dinners and stay-cations. My best friend was in Malaysia and I couldn't spontaneously barge into her house and of course, I tried for a while to maintain a relationship spanning oceans. I guess theres nothing particularly unique to my feeling homesick, its natural. But it all lead me to wishing I was home instead of here.</div>
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Long distance relations of any sort are hard, and not everyone is cut out for it. I started the year embracing the fact that I'd have to stop trying with one of my relationships. I think thats when the weight of what I have to sacrifice - by default of being so far away from so many people - hit me. I don't really want to go into the details of my getting over it but losing this bond did make me realise something huge. Something that was so damn obvious but yet so pivotal in my ability to enjoy myself here, and that was</div>
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I know it sounds pretty dumb that I didn't really truly embrace that, but I really didn't okay! I kept wishing myself to be home all the time, so much so that I was just ended up in between nothing. One of my friends pointed out to be that Im not present, and <b>thats</b> when the eureka moment happened. Thats when I realised that how the hell am I gonna see London if all Im looking at is Malaysia?!?! That I've been living in my head this whole time.<br />
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I'm going to be present. No, actually, I already am present. Im here now, fully. Where I have full responsibility over my body, where it will not eat if I decide not to go to the groceries. Where milk is so fresh and so cheap and finding curly kale isn't like trying to find the cure for cancer. In London, long walks feel like leisure and I wear sneakers almost all of the times despite not owning a single pair a little over 6 months ago. Here, the rain goes pitter patter and the skies are bluer because there aren't as many clouds. The sun is a privilege that I will willingly walk twice as far to enjoy. Im here in a place with some super peng fried chicken down the road and the hydrangeas are green instead of blue. I sleep with the windows drawn and the sun wakes me up, the cold whips against my face to remind me that i am here i am here i am here. Every tube station presents itself with a different character. The days look like literal grey some days and I've fallen in love with spinning on poles.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We stuck to each other because we did not know anybody else. Later during the day I found Lena, who I knew of because we were mutual friends with Abbas (They played in an orchestra together in Malaysia, and I came to watch). We found Tim in one of the introductory talks, sitting quietly next to us. Typical of the generation, our transition from becoming a few people who knew each other to something more, started with a whatsapp group.</span></div>
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Its nearing the two month mark of my time here in London, and I know, I haven't written about it enough. The whole experience has been a new sort of growing up, and I get caught taking it all in and forget to make time to blog about it. But I'm up now and I have killer cramps that won't let me sleep so come, story time</div>
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The teaching here is different, in the way that university is meant to be different. You have so much more responsibility over your own learning. There are no compulsory lectures, teacher don't get to know you on a personal one-on-one basis, nobody is reminding you what to do when and definitely nobody is going to tell you what should be more important. You get to decide your priorities, and you have the choice to try your best, or well, not try at all. See I <i>knew </i>this, but I didn't <i style="font-weight: bold;">know </i>it, you know? I didn't know what it means for skipping classes not to be a luxury and just, a choice. I never not had friends or teachers who would remind me that I have this to do and that to complete. I don't have to care if I don't want to quite frankly, and this predicament has made me do one thing : </div>
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Which is good. This is not to say that I am hunched over my desk scoring 98/100 on all my assignments, but it does mean that I'm finally genuinely caring. Finally genuinely interested, curios and intrigued. I don't think this is exclusive to UCL, but being in uni has made me fall in love with learning. I admit, I've been sort of blessed with learning but I never really loved it. But now, I do.</div>
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I walk to and back from school everyday, except you know if its raining and didn't bring an umbrella, or my toes are bleeding, or I'm really really really late. Its not a short walk to be honest..... takes me around 20 minutes if I'm rushing, 40 minutes at a relaxed pace. I have 9 ams everyday (<b>I KNOW RIGHT</b>) so I wake up at around 6.45. On average, I end at about 3 pm, but some days are earlier and some days are later. The walk to school is really nice, I pass a canal so its like pretty. Theres a road I cross everyday that I feel like I might die at (lol) because its so busy and if you're a second too late you might just get run over. I have to sprint a little and it always manages to wake me up for my 9 am lectures. Its gucci baby.</div>
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I also am taking up pole dancing (!!!). I've always wanted to try and since my uni offers it for quite cheap, I did try and I've fallen in love. My plan is that with all my walking and my pole 2 times a week, I come home with killer abs and a hot bod. Also it's good for me and all that, so yeah thats good too. I'm both healthier and more unhealthy here. I exercise so much more just by virtue of all the walking I do and since I cook my meals, I control what goes into my body. But on the other hand, a 3L bottle of coke is so cheap, and I always seem to have one on my desk so.......</div>
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I've made friends here! Like good friends. Good enough for me to crash in their rooms for a nap between classes because my room is so far away. I will tell you more about my new friends in another post. And also about pole dancing and all that jazz. </div>
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Living alone is <i style="font-weight: bold;">actually quite nice</i>. I thoroughly enjoy it, and I now have come to a point where I don't feel awkward being alone with myself. I think thats a huge milestone, and I'm proud of me for getting there. You gotta be cool with chilling with yourself yknw?</div>
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So other than some complications opening up a bank account, and having period cramps in winter, I'm really starting to like it here. Feeling a lot less like a foreigner, and feeling a lot more like a part of this busy metropolis. I think if London was a color, it would be like silver, and I'm totally into silver.</div>
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How all the colors in the sky melt into an exploding gradient, an orange, pink and blue sorbet if you will. Contrasting colors entwining together as easily as my fingers with yours, whilst walking - at a pace so lax it is almost a waltz - down a road which you have welcomed me to call home. The days here dont end with sunsets. There is no dragged out period for comfort and contemplation with company and cuddles, no melting sky or smitten hearts. The birds don't fly across the horizon, because quite frankly, London pigeons are much too fat. No music blasting Thunder to remind me that just like the day, summer comes to an end, but even then its all beautiful. We were, beautiful.</div>
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No, here, there is sun up and sun down. When the day is done, it turns dark, and on the mostly, I am fingers in pockets and reflecting on the day Ive had. It is direct, focused - much like the student I aspire to become. Straight to the point, get it over and done with. I have worked to come to a city of workers, and with years of prayers, hopes and dreams in tow, I am grateful to be here, experiencing these sunset-less days. I am living my dream.</div>
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But sometimes I crave the Malayan sunsets, a time you call 'the golden hour.' I even miss the KL jams we got stuck in, the residue of sun on our faces, comfortable even in silence. We've sat in cars, cafes and couches together while the sun was bidding the sky adieu, all the while knowing that with every rolling sunset together, our goodbye was only going to be tougher. But for all the ease in this world, I would not give up the pleasure of witnessing the world transition from day to night with someone who transitioned from stranger to most treasured company, if it meant this would be any easier for me.</div>
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Its been about two weeks since I've arrived in London, and I think its safe to say that I have gotten used to the most things here. The cold still gets to me, and my skin is still adjusting to the weather, but other than that, I'm beginning to be able to get past the whole 'every is new' view point and take some time to really appreciate the things around me. I'm also learning a whole lot about myself, but one thing I did not expect is how much I appreciate <i>coziness.</i></div>
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While most people would be out are enjoying the combination of freshers events, a newfound freedom that comes naturally with zero supervision and the fact that studies aren't too crazy just yet, I am coming to realise that there is no place I'd rather be than in my bed with some hot chocolate in hand. I enjoy cleaning my room, I talk to my plants and discounts at grocery stores make me more excited than anything. I'm trying to get into the habit of cooking actual, whole meals and bringing packed lunch to uni so I can save some money and sit in the park opposite my faculty. I love keeping warm - though its still a little aesthetic>warmth for me, but my logic is I need to wear all my cute not-so-warm outfits asap cause its only going to get colder <i>#winteriscoming.</i></div>
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It's not all that bad, but it definitely is surprising to me. I was the girl in the Facebook group asking about freshers wristbands 3 weeks before enrolling, but it turns out that Mira is actually full on domestic house cat. Ayah would be super pleased to know that its bed over clubs any day for me LOL.</div>
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So the whole of last week I had induction, which was my first real encounter with being in university. I know, I know, inductions aren't usually reflective of what really goes down and tend to be boring and dragged out, but I was quite excited for it. It might have been the whole 'I travelled so far and worked so hard to be here' mindset, but yes, I was starry-eyed and snapping pictures to send to my loved ones. I think UCL is beautiful, and since I have to walk to get everywhere, I've been feeling rather touristy in my campus. But anyway, thats besides the point.</div>
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So I was excited; excited to see the faculty, excited to make new friends, excited to enter this whole new independent uber adult chapter in life. The least of my worries was making new friends because, hey, I'm friendly, I'm an extrovert, I make friends <b>all </b>the time. Easy peasy, piece of cake.</div>
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Being in a place where nobody knows anything about you, <b>at all</b>, makes you feel very small. Now that coupled with the fact that you are a foreigner, theres a crowd where everyone flocks with people who look like themselves and you don't really fit in into any place (#ethinicallyambigious) I was, perhaps for the first time in absolute years, really scared of making new friends.</div>
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I know it all sounds negative, but I'm not taking it has a total bad thing. Part of the reason why I wanted to come to a different country was to push my boundaries, get out of my comfort zone, and man its doing <i>just</i> that. In Malaysia, in almost every new place I'm at, theres bound to be someone who's heard of me somewhere; whether its from debate, or some super juicy gossip, or a friend of a friend, all this pre-knowing made it so easy for me to make friends. But now, when all that is gone, <b>now what do you do Mirr, NOW WHAT.</b></div>
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I've been fighting the urge to pick up my phone and text my significant other. Been making the initiative to start the convo first, and yes, it gets weird after 5 minutes of silence, you're sitting next to this girl and the both of you are just...sitting there.... and turning around and saying 'HI' now would be a little weird but hey, DO IT. Making conversation is as easy as asking basic questions like, 'Are you from London?' , 'Its cold isn't it?' , 'What did you do yesterday?'. And the worsttttt thing that could happen is the conversation goes a little flat, but the <b>best </b>thing that could happen, you find someone who teaches you a lot, who helps you develop and is all around a great person to know and be with.</div>
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So yeah, this post is just a little shoutout to everyone who's ever or is currently struggling with making new friends. <b>I know its not easy. </b> But I'm pretty sure everyone is feeling a little nervous too, so go ahead and say hi, compliment someone on something, complain about the weather to a stranger, do something. And on the worst of your days, remember that its completely normal, and even the most friendly/open/outgoing of people who share their lives on the internet (like me lol) gets a little nervous too.</div>
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I reallllly like London. I've only been here for 2 days, but I feel like I'll fall in love with it easily. The weather right now is perrrrfect, we still get a lot of sun and at most all you need is a light jacket. My naive little heart is praying it'll stay like this forever (because I really cannot tahan sejuk one) but alas, <i>winter is coming.... </i></div>
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One thing I'm quite surprised about is how I haven't bumped into <u>anybody at all.</u> You'd think with the number of people studying in London nowadays you'd just terserempak with people every 5 minutes, but no. It hasn't been the case at all. I guess you really could very easily isolate yourself from the world and really not meet anybody. Being in the city, with the added knowledge that I will be living here alone, makes me feel small though not exactly in a bad way. Honest to goodness, I feel like nobody here knows anything about me (which is actually true la hah...) and I get to introduce myself complete clean slate to everybody. Its both exciting and a little scary. I'd like to say I'm quiteeee the friendly type, so its new to me that I feel kind of nervous now. Got to push past it though, probably just a newcomer thing.</div>
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Settling in has been quite a breeze. Ibu came to help me settle down, and being the compulsive planner that she is, I memang did not have to worry about much lah! I've got all basic necessities and have even personalised my room a little bit. The only thing is my BRP hasn't arrived yet, so a lot of things have to be put on hold. A BRP is this permit that you need to do things like open a bank account, and enrol into uni, so its really quite important. Slightly frustrated that its not here yet, but then again, what to do kan. <i>C'est la vie life goes on. </i>Though my current predicament does come with its perks, I had more time to just walk around and on my first day here, I went to see my uni and guys...</div>
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I know it hasn't even started yet really, but its just really surreal to know that I actually already boarded that plane and am actually in this room that I applied for. I am both very happy/grateful, but leaving KL was really hard. I've never really been completely alone, always family an hour away, friends who I move in with or yknw, someone I'm dating nearby (lol, keep it real tho). The last week was a lot of tears and the airport was just, everyone was crying! Except maybe Ayden, Ayden was really scared because everyone was crying. Kesian the boy haha. I'm still really grateful that leaving was hard for me, cause man if it was easy then I must've lived a pretty miserable life.... Jokes aside, I'm going to make all this being away from the people I love worth it, and give this next few years a proper go.</div>
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I've come to a point in my life where spending hours on my phone just doesn't appeal to me anymore. I used to be on youtube, clickbait video after clickbait video, indulging in every single production buzzfeed puts out on the internet, willingly getting myself stuck in that whirlwind that seems almost inescapable. I don't mean to sound wiser than thou when I say this but honestly, I'm over it.</div>
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Other than my weekly dose of Jenna Marbles, what I really enjoy doing whilst I'm alone at home lounging in bed, car-less and fret free, is watch documentaries. I find them educational, eye-opening and nicely produced. I feel educated after watching documentaries (<i>cheh) </i>as stuck up as it sounds. I've decided to list down a few documentaries which I truly enjoyed, and hey, maybe the next time you are consciously 'wasting time' you can tune in on these too!</div>
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<b>1. <u>Maternity Leave and Why the United States is the Only Developed Nation Without it</u></b></div>
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Broadly makes some amazing documentaries, I'll suggest more than one from their channel in this post, but this documentary is hands down one of the most insightful ones I've had the pleasure of watching. I was so shocked to find out that America does not in fact have mandatory maternity leave (did you guys know this), but this documentary offers more than that. It looks into 3 main countries as case studies, USA with no mandatory policies on maternity leave, Papua New Guinea which is the only other nation with no mandatory maternity leave policies, and Sweden with one of if not the best family leave policies in the world. This documentary also offers insights on American policy makers who believe that family/maternity leave bring harm to both social justice and the economy, and opened up my eyes to the idea of paternity leave. A must watch, if you have an hour to spare. Just click <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umiljrgv66w" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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I first came across the idea of matriarchal villages whilst scrolling through tumblr, and was happy to find a documentary on it. This was my first Broadly documentary, and I loved how the presenter presented this documentary. Matriarchal villages in a deeply patriarchal nation is something that is both amazing and tugs at my curiosity. This one is more light-hearted but just as insightful, click <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrnmBLB-UX4" target="_blank">here</a> to watch.</div>
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I think books and documentaries about cults are intriguing, like whoa, these people exist and are real. This documentary explores a cult which seem to live a very peaceful, idyllic life, worshipping a leader who claims to be Jesus Christ. In general, Vice makes lots of documentaries which are equal parts educational and shady. Click <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2Cv5hZfOmk" target="_blank">here</a> to watch this documentary, and check out Vice as well if you have the time!</div>
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I always knew that being intersex was possible, but was never aware of the issue of children being forced to undergo surgeries which quite frankly, weren't truly necessary. For those of you who don't know, being intersex means being born with both characteristic male and female genitals, the malay term for it is kunsa. This video is short (less than 4 minutes) but is documentary like, and opened my eyes up to the whole intersex issue. If you want to learn more, pleaseeeee take some time to watch it <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAUDKEI4QKI" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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I'm big on social justice and fighting discrimination, and I feel like being informed is the first step to achieving just that. Documentaries are great cause they're fun to watch and they are informative, so I really hope you people watch some of these videos here. I enjoyed all of them and I really hope you do too! Comment below if you have any documentary suggestions, I'd really appreciate it. </div>
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It sure has been a while, huh. I've missed this space, honest to goodness. But I'm back now and with a whole lot of updates. I'm also at a very rambly talk-a-lot-of-crap mood of my pms cycle, so I'll do this post with numbers okay, else I'll be going on foreverrrr</div>
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My results came out 3 weeks ago, and Alhamdullilah, I'll be going to UCL to pursue Pharmacy. I'm so excited to start uni life, I've heard its going to be a whole new experience and I'm going to learn and mature and all that, like <i>cooool, I can get even more mature?!?!?! </i>Inevitably though, that means...</div>
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I'll be in London InsyaAllah for the next few years. If you've read my blog you would know that I've been in boarding school almost my whole life, but I must admit that relocating to another country is a whole new level of board. I am extremely manja, and my family is very close. It will be pretty hard to not have my weekly Saturday and Sunday dinner with my extended family. I have some very small cousins whom I am obsessed with, and I'm so scared they forget my face :( I also will be leaving behind some of the closest people to me. I know its not like I'm going off to war and all that, but really, I have built relationships with some people that are so so so precious to me. Seriously, their making this so hard for me. But anyway, moving to London is something I am very excited to do. I'm expecting to be super in total control of my everything, and that appeals to me a whole lot. I also got my hands on a very nice accommodation, and I even got my own bathroom. I am super thrilled!!! Mixed feelings about this though because</div>
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I loveeeee this country. Its such a santai place, its just so damn lepak. I've honestly been really busy, but other than settling my visa/accommodation/allthatjazz , I've been busy lepaking. Planning to set a world record of how much cili padi and teh tarik I can consume. I have just gotten into the habit of eating cili paid with everything, and I hateeeeee myself for it. Where am I going to get cili paid in London? Do any of you know? Where can I get kicap and condensed milk? Seriously, if anybody knows please comment below. I have about 20 more days in this country, I'm not going to deny myself a single craving. Please comment also if you know a truly Malaysian place to eat or see. </div>
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I have a lot to share about my experience on studying and getting into uni, but I don't want to be writing post that won't benefit anybody and be all syok sendiri. Are any of you interested in hearing about uni applications or studying or visa? Let me know, I'm happy to share. My close friend Fie just started a blog, and theres a very good post with guest writers about how everyone got into their universities. Check it out if you need inspiration, I'll link it <a href="http://www.fiefirds.com/2016/08/25/how-i-got-into/" target="_blank">here</a>. I will be writing on a schedule once I get settled in London. Posts will still be pretty sparse up till then, and I hope you people understand. Just really making the most of my time with people and not being on the internet.</div>
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I'm still a little confused as to how I want this space to be. Sometimes my posts are super informal and I'm just talking about me (like this one), sometimes I write really thought out pieces about well, my opinion. I noticed most people do only one of the other. I don't want to decide, I'm a gemini, I'm both! And I really do get to make new friends through this space (thank you to anyone who has reached out and emailed me!), so I like to keep it personal. I wish there was a way to make like a forum here, so fun! Maybe I'll buy my own domain soon, once I'll settled and have more than just lepak tales to offer. Please do let me know if theres anything you want to read, I do a bit of beauty, i do bit of life and opinion, I do a lot of nonsense. Can I not pick a singular direction? I never pick one direction with my friends anyway.</div>
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Really, I can't. During the day everyone is out working/studying, and I am alone. I have gotten over being on youtube for hours on end, and sometimes I get super frustrated that I am not out. I'm becoming a irritable extrovert! Normally I have Saida to go get coffee with, or I'll drive to see my lover wherever he is, but I also don't have access to a car now so I don't always have that option (My sister Dina drives Johan to college). This is weird for me, I used to be able to laze around at home all the time, even crave it. Now, I just want to fill up my schedule. I think its the impending doom of not being able to do certain things and see certain people for a long long time in less than a month (cause I'm flying off right) so I feel like why am I alone at home when I will be alone in London. Why am I not out ?!?!?! </div>
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Anyway, you will hear from me more often soon. I really don't have much to blog about, but once I'm in London, I'm sure I will. Thank you so much for still checking this space. It might just be one person constantly refreshing, but I really do regard people who visit this as friends. Hope to hear from you soon and often.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01730931242543527456noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296701293744245281.post-44576926065104015142016-07-23T12:39:00.001+01:002016-07-23T12:40:58.060+01:0023.07.16<div style="text-align: center;">
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I feel like I haven't updated this space about me in ages. My post nowadays centre around my opinions or beauty reviews, and I miss just plain ol blogging. </div>
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I've been spending my time being a stay-at-home mom pretty much. Run errands for the family, drive around whoever needs to be driven, meet up with friends for brunch, set some time aside to exercise (yes, I do that now) and organise activities/small trips/adventures with loved ones. I feel like a late 20's social butterfly mom and <i style="font-weight: bold;">i love it! </i>This is the lifeeeee. Some of my friends who are in the same situation as me (i.e. waiting to enrol into uni) have taken on jobs or are interning, but not me, I just want to rest my bones. I figured, I'll be spending the next 4 years of my life (<i>insyaAllah) </i>interning my time away I should just take it easy before it all gets crazy and I have no choice but to hustle. </div>
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Its just a wig! But I'm wearing it out and rocking it like my real hair. I've alwayyyys wanted to dye my hair blue/green, but my parents won't let me, so I found a way around the system. And to be honest, I really like wearing wigs now. It looks like real hair, a lottttt of people totally fell for it, and its not hot or uncomfortable. I think you shall see me in crazy colours a lot now. I'm having fun, being the pixie I always felt I was meant to be.</div>
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I'm laughing a whole lot nowadays. A-levels results are out 11th August, and I am sooooo nervous (pray for me please, if ikhlas, if you wanna), but I can't help but think that I could be leaving this country and all my loved ones pretty soon. I want to spend all the time I have here choosing happiness, and my days have just been great. Making the choice to be present and positive is a smart and rewarding choice! Its funny, the closer I get to the prospective leave date, the more I fall in love with this country and all the people in my life. <i>Alhamdullilah, </i>I'm so lucky to have things that'll make saying goodbye hard (if I have to, if I get the results i need to get, if things go as planned a big INSYAALLAH)</div>
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So, I know I promised to post twice a week, but I have missed posts two or three times already. The thing is, as much as I do love my blog- it is a space which I feel I can truly express myself, me and all my contradictory facets- I feel like a scheduled post time makes me post just because. I have content, but its not content I would post if I didn't have to. So I think I'll be reverting to just posting when I want to, instead of a promised time and date. Hopefully, that'll mean no more sub-par posts. I'm so sorry if this upsets any of you, but you can put your email in to get notified whenever I do post in the sidebar of the right, or follow me on twitter, I update overtime I post something new here. Occasionally, if I feel really strongly, I'll update my instagram about new posts, so you could follow me there too (shameless promo huhu). Maybe I won't post so often while I'm still in Malaysia, but I'm hoping to document a lot of my UK (insyaAllah, if I make it) experience on this blog!</div>
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One of my closest acquaintances recently told me that the first thought he had while reading through my blog was : </div>
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I remember in school a lot of my teachers and peers encouraged me to start a blog, write on a public space, share my thoughts, and all because I was good in english and grammar. At that point I was just like, yeah okay, I can write so I should write, but upon growing up, I've received soooooo many comments/messages from people who say they want to start a blog or they want to share their thoughts but they can't because their grammar isn't 'good enough'.</div>
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Okay so I get why grammar is important. I understand why language has to be standardised, that its important for a system to be in place so we can all understand what everyone is trying to get at, okay, point taken. But a lot of the time, these people who come up to me expressing their want to write but feel like they can't, have an understandable, communicable level of language proficiency anyway. The only thing is (and I realise that I am assuming a lot of this because I've never actually been in their position) that there embarrassed that someone will point out their grammar mistakes, and the point he/she has tried to convey becomes less important than the fact that they aren't as good at a language. </div>
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I can't help but wonder how many people we shut down as less opinionated or less bright, simply because they have not mastered a language to its fullest. And mastering a language is more than just being smart; its a lot to do with societal background, opportunities to get education, family upbringing. Some people just don't have the chance to receive good formal education when it comes to the english language, and don't speak it at home either. Just because someone isn't fluent in english, by no means should it reflect their intellectual capability. In Mira's idealistic (and some may argue unattainable) world, everyone's opinions would be weighed equally, regardless of what language or level of proficiency the opinion has been conveyed in. And I don't know about you but idealistic just means its something I want to work for, not dismiss as impossible.</div>
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So I leave my typos/grammar mistakes in to sort of let y'all know that hey, you don't to have good english to share your opinions. Share in whatever way is comfortable to you. I like to keep my blog space kind of sempoi anyway, yknw, keep it real homies. If your command of the english language has been the factor that stops you from expression, then this post is for you; <i style="font-weight: bold;">just write. </i>I got your back, me and all my imperfect typos.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01730931242543527456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296701293744245281.post-64624428371904928442016-07-13T14:30:00.000+01:002016-07-13T14:35:50.065+01:00On opportunities<div style="text-align: center;">
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One of my maids is only a year older than me. For those of you who may not be aware, having live-in maids is common practise in Malaysia, so no, I am not some rich princess that has maids to tend to her every wish and desire. Any who, she's born in the same time period as me, understands trends, uses instagram, you get the drift. Lets just call her 'Kakak'</div>
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So Kakak is a bright girl, went through high school, did well even. She's innovative, talkative, eager to learn. She's picking up English just by listening to us communicate at home, and we knew from day one that she really is a smart girl. But the thing is, she came from a poor family who could not afford to send her to university, so it was either get married or get a job. I understand why she was narrowed down to these two choices, marrying her off would mean less burden for the family and if that wasn't going to happen than it was vital she brought money to the table. The unfortunate truth is that putting food on the table always comes before education, and in most parts of the world tertiary education is still a very expensive luxury. She chose to leave home the moment she could to work (read : very young, but still legal guys no worries!). She told us that working in Malaysia is good and easy money. Retail jobs back home were hard to secure without networks and the other option would be to work in the fields. So she made that sacrifice.</div>
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I feel like Kakak is happy working here, at least she tells me she much prefers this than being married off to a man she barely knew. But I can never shake this disturbing feeling that she's just one year older than me and has been almost forced into this decision. We're so similar in age, it sends me shivers down my spine thinking that I could have easily been born into her life, we could have been switched. But instead, the lottery of birth placed me into this life, where tertiary education is almost a done deal, and I really have very little to worry about in the grand scale of things. I don't have to provide, I don't have to worry about being married off, I don't even have to worry about food because I will get fed one way or the other. And living in my house, so similar in age to me, is a girl who's had to worry about all those things.</div>
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My life comes with its own set of challenges; Kakak will never feel the pressure of picking an education thats worth a heck lot of money. Neither will she almost be forced to a 9-5 lifestyle, or be expected to perform a certain academic standard, but still, put my worries against hers on a scale and we don't even have to wonder who will win. It all comes down to opportunities. Both Kakak and I have had very different opportunities in life. We all get them, some may seem more appealing than others but everyone is destined to their own unique set of opportunities which is mostly determined by what life you were born into. Its kind of sad, but <b>its sadder to know that there are so many people who get good opportunities and just don't take them</b>. People who would pick 'chilling' forever over the prospect of self growth and improvement just because they want to. Don't get me wrong, I <i>love </i>to lepak, but everything in moderation guys. Don't let your lepak game ruin your opportunities.</div>
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As someone who loves going out but hates malls, I find it really sad that its hard for me to find things to do in my chill time, other than 'get coffee'. I feel like Malaysia and KL has so much to offer culturally and historically, but its quite sad that our museums, memorials and parks aren't really given much attention. I understand, KL is hot, who wants to sit in a park all day. But for the select few who are like me and don't mind a day in the sun, or walking around an empty museum, I'm starting this small section on my blog called Explore KL, where I'll write about the other things you can do, other than going to a mall and watching a movie.</div>
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Like most parks it has a lot of greenery, and these huge pot things that scream " TAKE A PICTURE FOR THE GRAM" Definitely a good instagram spot, if you're the type. I normally go in the morning and its pretty cooling, no scorching heat and you don't have to worry too much about sweating buckets. Like I mentioned before, they have a bunch of little areas with different types of plants, so you can learn a lot about nature just by walking through the park. </div>
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Theres a hugeeee playground and a few little ponds, and I forgot to take a picture but theres also this huge bamboo treehouse complex which is a fun place to just sit around. Near the carpark, theres a small shop selling nasi lemak, nasi dagang and the likes. I've only been here in the morning so I'm not too sure about operating hours, but its a nice place to eat after a morning jog. Also, my favourite, theres a few stalls selling orchids for really cheap here!</div>
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This is my go to place for potted orchids because they last me very long and can be as low as RM 8! Or course, some would be more expensive but I normally spend less than RM 20 on my trips and I get something to cheer up my room for 3 months.</div>
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So there you have it, do pay Lake gardens a visit if you want to hang out somewhere a little out of the ordinary. Its a huge park, and the skate area and bamboo house is not near the main parking area, so take your time to walk around and explore. Its open from 7am to 8pm daily, and sometimes they have flower and art exhibits, so it really is a nice space. Also, let me know in the comments if there are any cool places I could go to in KL. I'm hoping to post at least once every two weeks about the not so popular gems of my city, and hopefully, if people start becoming more interested, the government and private companies will take initiative to maintain these places better. There's so much our city has to offer, we just gotta look around a little more.</div>
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Selamat Hari Raya guys!</div>
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Hows Aidilfitri for you guys? Are you celebrating, did you load in on the food and duit raya? I hope you did!</div>
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Aidilfitri is a festivity that my mom tries to welcome with a lot of gusto. We don't have the traditional kampung to go back to (I go back to my Wans in Ampang, and thats very city) but my mom being the superwoman she is keeps up with all the tradition you would find in the kampung. We cook and clean like crazy! </div>
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Growing up, I would help out but always with a <i>slight</i> grunt and reluctance. I'd just rather be asleep or something ya feel? And I don't really like to do something if someone tells me to do it you know right, you feel me right.... But this year, my parents told me I can do whatever I want (including buying whatever I want) to make the house look nice. I don't know if my parents read a parenting hack or just felt like it was time to give me some responsibility, but it worked man (probably was the prospect of being able to go shopping no questions asked <i>hehe</i>). I rearranged the whole living room voluntarily, and was pretty much headed the cleaning side of raya prep, just doing more than any of them asked for initially. So top tip, if you want somebody get something just tell them they have free will to of anything they want with it because their in charge, or yknw, give them some money and let them spend it however they want.</div>
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Whilst cleaning I realised, <b>I feel more at home than I've ever been. </b>Being in boarding school all my life has sort of made me feel confused at what the term home really is, I always feel like a nomad. But I think I've figured it out guys, <i style="font-weight: bold;">home is wherever and whatever you put your heart into. </i>It doesn't have to be an actual place, if you invest your time and care into something, it starts to become home. </div>
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Anyways, this raya season has been super busy for me. Apologies for missing my Saturday post last week, I just did not have a time! And this post is a little cincai because I gotta get back to the dishes soon, but I'll be adding some raya pictures below. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01730931242543527456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296701293744245281.post-8902079468888220782016-06-29T13:29:00.000+01:002016-06-29T13:29:38.765+01:00Religious offence<div style="text-align: center;">
There is a lot of discussion about whether or not eating in public in the month of Ramadan is appropriate. There are polls, there are angry conservative and liberal people, the works. This heated of an argument over matters like this could only occur in Malaysia lah. My opinion on this is the same as my opinion on anything when it comes to religion and belief ; to each its own.</div>
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So the whole fiasco started in relation to women on their periods and whether they should be allowed to eat in public. Islam very clearly forbids women on their periods to fast during Ramadan, so to me, why is it such a big deal if someone who already can't fast chooses to eat in public? Some people will question, why do you want to show off your period? '<i>Period tu aib, kena senyap senyap.' </i>I don't think Islam ever said that menstruation was something to be ashamed of, something we should hide and keep quiet to ourselves. All the shame around menstruation stems from cultural belief, not religious ones, and Ramadan is first and foremost a religious experience (or at least it should be...) To be honest, eating in public sometimes is just a matter of convenience, its not that we want to show off that we're on our periods. Where would you expect women to eat anyway? In their cramped hot cars? In public toilet stalls? Make the commute home, even if we're on strict lunch break hours? Or is it because our society still places a heavy expectation on women to cook, so we should be able to cook our own food and not have to go out to buy it. Would this same stereotype be put on men if they had their religiously condoned off days too? The other thing is we have to try and understand why women can't fast on their periods anyway. I read once that it so because Allah understands what women go through whilst on their periods, and so we get breaks. Menstruation isn't fun, you are literally bleeding non-stop, you get cramps and aches, you smell funny, your hormones are at an all time high, you lose a lot of water because you're bleeding, the list doesn't stop. I mean, Allah gave us a break, why can't society? </div>
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Then the bigger question came about, should anyone born a Muslim eat in public during Ramadan? I feel its important to stress the born a Muslim part, because some people born into Islam don't believe in Islam to begin with, and its sad that Malaysia doesn't recognise that. For these people, Ramadan becomes a meaningless forced upon hunger. I know that in this country my opinion is unpopular, but shouldn't your beliefs and religious pursuits be personal. If for whatever reason people do not decide to fast, then its on them. Personally I am a practising Muslim, but I don't understand why I have to expect everyone else to be, especially since there is no compulsion in religion. If you are a fellow believer then don't you believe that the only judgement that does matter is Allah's? This logic is tantamount to saying, its okay if you don't believe, just pretend to believe in front of me so I can assume that I have done my role as a khalifah. Some people get offended because I guess to them its tempting to see another human being eat, but to me that goes back to you actively making the choice to observe the fast. You cannot expect the world to make the choice for you. Islam teaches patience and sincerity, and if you are going to be mad at someone for eating when you can't you are neither patient nor sincere. </div>
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The one argument I find makes sense is that you are not respecting the holy month. It is after all a compulsory fast, choosing not to fast is sort of like saying 'fuck the police'. But even then, I don't know why we have to police matters of the heart. What you choose to respect is up to you, we do not need laws to police adab. If it is such a problem then we, as Muslims, have to find out why people aren't willingly fasting to begin with. Is there something we can do to educate them? Is our syllabus on religion that is taught in schools flawed? Is Ramadan turning into a cultural festivity, are we watering down the meaning of it and what can we do to combat that? How far one immerses themselves into religion, any religion, is personal. Sure, as Muslims we should do our best to be guides, but being publicly angry and loud would only steer people away from Islam. We are representatives of our religion, if we are seen to be narrow-minded, harsh and intolerant, then that is what our religion is viewed as too. As Khalifahs, your duty is to do your best at educating and making people understand, not to force people to comply. Even the prophets couldn't force people.</div>
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The over arching thought that I cannot ignore is that offence in this country has a narrow, racist definition. It is a sentiment only Malay Muslims can express, and only if our cultures/festivities are not respected is it ever a problem. Other cultures, other religions, other races, they don't have the space to even be offended, because they are less significant in the eyes of the typical malay muslim. We eat beef in front of Hindus, we make fun of the angry ghost festival and chap goh meh, but their offence is not registered as being significant. The other day, One Dance by Drake came out on the radio, and they censored the word Hennessy, which is a brand that sells alcohol, and legit the ONLY demographic that could be offended are Muslims. And even then, why is it offensive? Will hearing the brand name make you murtad, why is your iman so fragile? I am forever baffled at why we demand respect in the way that we do. We shouldn't, no other demographic demands respect. We should not assume ourselves as more than, just because we were born into the lives that we were born into. The truth is, respect that is demanded will never be true respect. Respect is organic, and that is something Malays need to learn.</div>
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I apologise if this post ruffles a few feathers. If you have opposing thoughts, or want to discuss anything, feel free to email/text or even comment below. I welcome discourse of all sorts, and I understand there is bound to be people who disagree. But I do hope you give the idea of tolerance a thought. Have we achieved it? Shouldn't we try? </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01730931242543527456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296701293744245281.post-44934632547847844482016-06-25T14:58:00.000+01:002016-06-25T14:58:06.727+01:00The old vote<div style="text-align: center;">
Yesterday, the UK voted to exit the European Union with a 52% majority win. A few friends and I we're keeping tabs on the whole situation, since we're all either headed or already studying in the UK. After being broken down, the demographics showed a few things, one of which was that most of the people who voted leave were from the older generation, and the younger generation voted mostly to stay. </div>
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This fact riled up a few people, and all around social media, people were stating that the old should not vote simply because they have less time to deal with the outcomes. I mean, okay, this makes sense, on average an older person will die sooner so why should they be allowed to vote and make a big impact on something they might not even be alive to witness <i>duhh</i>. But on this opinion, I'd have to disagree. The old should be allowed to vote, and their votes should hold as equal a weightage as anyone else.</div>
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Democracy at its core is what it is due to one thing, the opportunity for every person to have a say. It is the one system that truly gives minority groups a chance at equal significance by means of an equal vote. The moment people choose to disregard a section of society as 'less equal' or 'less deserving of a say', democracy starts to crumble. If we allow a louder group of society to shun another then ultimately, that just leads to an unequal community on the slippery slopes of becoming an aristocratic society. But more than that, the older generation need to be able to vote because even if the duration may be less, the consequence of a vote will ultimately affect them, and at a time in life when they have little ability to do much about it. Think about it, political change will directly affect pension plans, healthcare benefits, accessibility to public facilities, empathy to those who are weak, the list goes on. The argument that the young have to deal with it longer can easily be refuted with the fact that at least you can do something about it, while the old have little energy, ability and avenue to do anything much less lead a reformation. </div>
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We also cannot assume that our grievances matter more than anybody else's. People vote primarily for a change that would help them, and we cannot discount issues that arise from people of a separate ideology from us as less. The old vote voted in the way that they did due to legitimate concerns, job prospects, uncontrolled immigration, etc. Personally, I don't know if exiting the EU is the best answer to such problems, but hey, if they saw it as a problem, we cannot dismiss it as being nothing. Emotionally too, we cannot assume that old people feel less about changes than the youth will. These people are after all citizens who have spent longer contributing to the nation. Just because they don't have twitter to voice it out on, it does not mean they feel any less angry/sad/dissapointed when things don't go their way.</div>
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The fairness in democracy means that things may not always go as expected or as wanted, but it is the responsibility of every person to make the best out of every decision. For those who are planning on going to the UK to study, or are already there, <a href="http://www.mesh-ed.com/what-brexit-means-for-international-students/" target="_blank"> click here</a> to read an article that sums up nicely what Brexit means to you. From the view of someone who had hoped the UK would stay, I think it doesn't sound too bad, maybe just less trips around Europe. </div>
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What we can learn from the Brexit issue is that your right and power in a democracy is your vote, and if you do not use it, you will have to bear the weight of knowing that you may have just let the nation take the course you did not want it to. In an extremely small split decision (52% leave, 48% stay), the voter turnout was 72%, with reportedly only 40% of youths aged 18-24 who actually voted. So no matter how many tweets you tweet, make sure you get yourself to the ballot box, cause thats where it all matters. Use your vote guys, it will matter!</div>
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Hope you readers don't mind a rather serious post today. And for my readers from the UK, I hope you find a way to come to terms with the referendum. </div>
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Happy Saturday to all.</div>
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<i>Love,</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01730931242543527456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296701293744245281.post-52907861717795582582016-06-22T14:43:00.001+01:002016-06-22T14:50:36.166+01:00Skin talk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ever since I could remember, I've had problems with my skin. Its not a feature I'm particularly proud of, but as of late, I've found that my skin has gotten a lot better. Not being ashamed of my skin is something I've <b>never</b> experienced, so excuse me as I indulge myself in a few barefaced close-up shots. I'm not <i>#flawless </i>and to be quite honest, I don't think absolute flaw free skin is something that realistically obtainable or normal (if only 14 year old Mira was mature enough to realise this). I'll go through the specific problems I had in regards to skincare, and what I've found works well for me.</div>
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<b><i><u>1. Oily skin</u></i></b></div>
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I grew up with visibly oily skin, and believed that my T-zone would never see a day without oil. I think having oily skin is a common problem in this climate, and one that leads to a plethora of other things (clogged up pores, acne, more prone to breakouts, etc). It turns out that, for me at least, the answer to this problem was simple and basic : <b>moisturise! </b>It seems a bit counter intuitive, <i>'My skin is already oily so why do I have to moisturise and put more oil on it?!?!' </i>so I stayed clear of moisturising for a good part of my teen years and instead looked to more astringent products to help dry up my oil, or something like that. Right after high school, I gave moisturising a go, and I'm happy to say that excess oil is just not a problem for me anymore! Of course it didn't happen instantaneously, I've found that you need to <b>find a moisturising routine that suits you. </b>For morning use, you want to find a moisturiser that quickly absorbs into your skin, doesn't make your face look oily after a while, doesn't clog your pores and leaves your face feeling supple right after application. At night, I like to use oils. I was super reluctant at first, even after I started moisturising during the day due to my oily skin problem, but its made such a huge difference! A lot of my friends also notice a similar positive result after incorporating oils into their skin care routine, so I'd definitely recommend you to find a oil thats good for you if you haven't already. </div>
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My best and current moisturising combo is Olay's Regenerist moisturiser with SPF in the morning, and Body Shops beautifying olive oil at night. My family has been using Olay for years, and when I gave the brand a go it worked wonders for me as well, so my tip is, maybe ask your mom what works for her. I'm guessing that somewhere in the science, you inherit positive predisposition to certain beauty products (?) and the regenerist line is the best line they have, in my opinion.</div>
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Acne for me always came in the form of small bumps. I've never had huge zits, but I've always had small little, sometimes red, bumps on my face. Currently, I have close to none of these little bumps. I feel like problems with acne and breakouts always go back to your cleansing and a good cleansing routine starts with a good facial cleanser. As a teen, I elevated to brands like Oxy, Nuteen and tea tree containing products. It took me ages to realise that those sort of products just don't work for me, and left my skin even more irritated, and hence, more breakouts. I feel like young girls do tend to go for those sort of products immediately after they break out, and I don't know why we do it, maybe its the marketing. So note that if something doesn't work for you, no matter how good your friends claim it is, or how good the ads look, stop it! You probably just need something different. I didnt stop it and spent years believing that my skin is just bad and always will be. No hate though on products of this type, it works extremely well for my sister, so I'm not claiming that its bad for everybody. Just be sure that its not bad for you. I've also tried cleansing brushes, the Clarisonic Mia 2 to be exact, and though cleansing tools seem to be good on a lot of people, it didn't really do anything much for me. Just be sure to wash your hands before you wash your face! So again, just get a good cleanser, everything else is just a plus point. </div>
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THE BEST cleanser <strike>in the history of the world</strike> in my opinion is Herbalism from Lush. It is a green doughy textured face cleanser which does the trick for me, and more! Every time I start using it again, I'll get compliments on my complexion. I'm not too sure what the active ingredient is, but its all natural (even has an expiry date!) and seems to draw out my impurities. Even my nose is kind of black head free. If your looking for something good, try this. </div>
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Scarring is a problem that I'd say takes the longest time to solve. It stays around even when everything else clears up! I still have some acne scarring but for the most part, its all gone and people who have seen my acne scars know that there is suchhhhh a big improvement. I've found that getting rid of scars needs a combination of things, but basically, you need to exfoliate and use oils to help with the scarring.</div>
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When it comes to exfoliating, you want to think gentle. If you are using a cleansing brush, don't use anything that has a rough texture with it, it'll be too harsh and you'll break your skin. Find an effective, gentle exfoliant and exfoliate twice a week. Also, you don't want to rub your skin too hard when exfoliating, just soft gentle circular motions, and the rougher the texture of your exfoliant the gentler you want to be in your rubbing. Herbalism is not a liquid, its more of a dough that you have to work into a paste, and even then it has a slightly bumpy texture. Since I use Herbalism twice a day, I find that it suffices as an exfoliant for me, so if your cleanser has microbeads or a rough-ish texture, pay attention to whether your scars are clearing up. If it does, maybe you don't need a separate exfoliant. A good exfoliant that I use whenever Im not on Herbalism is Simple's Spotless Skin Triple Action Face Wash with Zinc and Chamomile. </div>
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As for oils, if you moisturise with oils at night, it should help with the scars. I sing praises for Bio-oil. Like everything, effective skincare comes down to consistently doing something so if you don't see improvement after a night of bio-oiling, just keep at it. Unless you break out or show signs or irritation, you probably just need to give it time to work its magic, and bio-oil basically is magic.</div>
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These two problems normally come hand in hand, and for me, all you need is to drink enough water and get good sleep. My skin tends to look duller when I have less than 4 hours of sleep in a day, so I feel like your skin really does bear the burdens of your all-nighters ! I've also noticed that when I eat omega-3 rich foods like chia seeds, my skin looks less dull. I don't dare say its <i>because </i>of the chia seeds because correlation does not equal causation, but chia seeds can't be bad for you. Exfoliating also helps a lot with combatting dull skin!</div>
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I have such a bad habit of picking at my imperfections, and it causes me to have more breakouts and scars. If you're having the same problem, I know its tempting but good skin is worth just being a litttttle bit more disciplined with yourself. Some tips I have for all skin pickers out there is to avoid the mirror when you feel an urge to pick, or feel particularly sad. Find something else do to with your fingers, like drawing on your skin. Also, admit to people that you pick at your skin. Admitting it out loud to people made me really want to get rid of my habit, and it sort of worked. This is an ongoing struggle though, but one that is not impossible. Leave comments below if you have any other tips!</div>
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So there you have it. If you combat excess oil, break outs and scarring, most things just fall into place after that. But one <b>huge </b>thing that a lot of people undermine is <b style="font-style: italic;">your attitude to caring for you skin plays a big role in how good your skin becomes. </b>Its important not to take the stance of hating your skin whilst improving it, and also to be patient when waiting for progress. Don't hurt you skin for fast results guys! Media has made us believe that flawless blemish-less problem free skin is the norm and made us hate ourselves for the littlest imperfections. Truth is, that isn't the norm, and we can't bring ourselves down for not being unable to reach a unrealistic standard of beauty. Skin wasn't made to be marble or porcelain or glass, its made with glands that secrete sweat and hair follicles and pores because its meant to first and foremost protect your insides. So its okay if your skin isn't clear like water, its not meant to be water! </div>
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My little sister is home for the weekend. She was telling us about her classes over our pre-dawn Ramadan meal, one of which was critical thinking class. Since we were on the topic, my parents thought it would be fun to have us all play some critical thinking games.</div>
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Anyway, I play along. After a few rounds, in which all of us fail, Ayah and Ibu keep telling us that this is a highly sophisticated theory on thinking. That we just need to be a little more '<i>critical'. </i>Now maybe I'm just bitter for not getting the right answers, but I can't help but just laugh at this whole exercise. I mean, its literally one person thinking about a scenario in their head, picking out 1 or 2 facts about the scenario, and making everyone guess what happens, or how the scenario has come into place. But theres a catch, theres <b>only one right answer. </b>So even if you reason out an answer, a <b>good </b>answer, if its not the specific one the person is thinking about, its wrong, you aren't thinking critically enough, you have not succeeded in this exercise.</div>
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I mean, it sounds like I'm just expected to guess the answer someone has chosen to be the 'right' one in their heads, right? Like I'm expected to be psychic....</div>
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1. Romeo and Juliet died in the room. There is a pool of water in the room. What happened?</div>
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Okay, now you guys think. But let me give you some answers that I feel are possible and logic.</div>
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1. The ceiling was leaking, someone didn't mop the floor correctly, the water was poison like idk in the actual story?!?! They slipped or they drank the poison.</div>
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1. Romeo and Juliet are fish, the tank they were in dropped. (Um, ok)</div>
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Don't get me wrong, I <i>lovvvveeeee</i> riddles, I love playing teka teki, and I know sometimes it just is like that, one answer, too bad. But imagine if it was a compulsory class that you had to attend. A teacher was reading out all these vague scenarios, and you had to guess what her version of what happened is. And if you don't guess it, your <b>teacher </b>tells you that you got it wrong. Think harder. Think more critically. The whole gravity of getting the answer wrong changes when you are in a classroom. It would be way different if it was just for fun.</div>
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Although maybe I'm just bitter, or not being open to new suggestions of what should be taught in a classroom. I understand its good to make people think out of the box, and not take anything as an assumption is a culture we should try to instill. I know that there are a lot of benefits to doing mental exercises like this. But I'm not too sure how I feel about a teacher evaluating a student on well, guessing. All the same, in a non-competitive environment, I truly enjoy guessing games (or 'critical thinking' games). Let me know what your opinion on critical thinking being evaluated in the classroom is! Maybe I just need some insight.</div>
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Graduations and goodbyes are usually filled with bittersweet sentiments, and today was no exception. I think today was the one and only day that I did not rush to get out of college and go home, because as Batu had aptly put it 'Those doors are the end of all this, and we're looking straight at it"</div>
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A lot of people graduate KY claiming that the best years of their lives had been spent in that remote campus. I feel that way too. KYUEM was a place that made me feel like I could belong, and I think everyone goes about life looking for a place like that. Upon entering KY, I was a girl who had gone through very different experiences. I went to a fairly liberal and westernised primary school, a very conservative traditional high school, and have been in situations of both extremes. As a result, I always felt like my experiences were always so in conflict with each other. I was always either too conservative or too liberal and hardly anywhere in between, and every time one world crossed with the other, people got shocked and confused. But in KY, theres a place for everybody, all types and concoctions. And if you're in between, no-one will leave you out or not welcome you for it. Sure there are cliques, but my time in KY has made me experience one thing I never had before; no huge obvious divide. You could go to the dining hall alone and know that you would be welcome at any table, and I feel like if we needed an example of a diverse community peacefully coexisting, you just need to come and see our campus. We have comparative religion talks, and religious groups often welcome people of other faith to join in their activities (MUSCOM has surau open days for everybody and welcomes even non-muslims to join their feast, and the christians offered to make prayers for anybody when it came to exam season). We celebrate all holidays with the same amount of gusto, we smile to each other at the walkway (seriously, everyone is so nice to each other, sometimes I get tired from smiling). When I decided to take off my hijab, nobody treated me any differently. The people in the surau welcomed me just the same, people who were curious openly asked me and respected my decision. I didn't feel any hate. Its seen me heart broken, I met a group of girl friends who literally gave me a home when I was at my absolute weakest. And even then, when I ran for president, everyone gave me an equal chance and didn't use my personal battles against me. I've met friends who have welcomed me in, even though I hardly talked to them. You know, everyone gives you chances there. Its great</div>
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<i>The Yayasan Khazanah family, the whole reason I'm here to begin with. Thank you YK!</i></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01730931242543527456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296701293744245281.post-71581554416017893682016-06-11T14:29:00.000+01:002016-06-22T14:16:12.684+01:00DIDA for women velvet matte lip creme<div style="text-align: center;">
I love trying local beauty products, so when my best friend Saida introduced me to DIDA for women, I was hooked. DIDA is not only a Malaysian based company, its products are also cruelty free! As of now, they've released one product which is their velvet matte lip creme, and I'm please to report that its amazing! </div>
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The lip creme comes in this cute packaging, and theres <b>a lot </b>of product (the box says 0.25 oz). The shade Saida got for me is called Tango, and it translates to a bright orangy coraly color which dries matte. Orange is not a color I usually use, but I'm glad I have this color in my makeup kit now because I think it compliments my skin tone quite well.</div>
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This is how the products looks within 15 minutes of application. Like I've mentioned, it dries matte like most trendy lip cremes, but it didn't sink into the little cracks in my lips or dried my lips out or anything like that. I also didn't have to apply lip balm or scrub my lips first, though it might be useful to know that my lips are pretty, well, huge, and they aren't dry to begin with. Saida has slightly dry lips and she mentioned she'd use lip balm first just in case, but still, its better than most local matte lip products that just dry you out (or so I've heard). While it dries it does feel a little like its going to be really dry, but after it sets, its fineeee. I daresay 10/10 for not drying out ness whilst remaining totally matte.</div>
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The other thing to note is that this lip cremes staying power is beyond amazing, seriously guys, staying power better than any boy I've met! We swatched a few different shades in the store and after washing our hands, <i style="font-weight: bold;">it didn't budge!!! </i>So I decided to do a little experiment and see how long it would last. Note that although it was Ramadan, I was on my period so I had lunch as usual and ran some errands with Saida. After lunch and about 4 hours, this is what it looked like:</div>
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Now I've tried colourpop's matte lip cremes, but in comparison, I think think Dida takes the cake in terms of staying power. I proceeded to go to the bazaar, have dinner and went out for coffee, and 11 hours after application, I came home with my lipstick still in place. No budges! I was documenting my lipstick progress the whole day on snapchat, but I forgot to save it, but I assure you, it looked the same after hours and hours and hours and I didn't reapply in the slightest. Upon coming home, I got ready for bed and washed my face and all that, and only then did my lipstick flake off a little. Even then, most of it was still pretty intact, which kind of scared me... but its all good, cause all I needed was a little oil based makeup remover (or just oil, like the one in your kitchen) and it came right off.</div>
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So staying power is crazy good, but that also means you have to be really careful in application. And you have to be sureeee that you want to use that colour because, honey there is no turning back. If you were in a rush, or applying your makeup in the car, um, I'd wish you the best of luck but I wouldn't dare if it was me. Still, I'm super duper impressed. </div>
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If any of you are interested, you can check our their instagram ( @didaforwomen ) or their website : <a href="https://www.didaforwomen.com/" target="_blank">https://www.didaforwomen.com</a> Its priced at RM 45, which for the size and the quality is great value for money. You can order on their website or check out their showroom at Publika ( <span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: , "helvetica neue light" , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px;">B2-3A-2 Block B2) </span></div>
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'If everything I do is a personal attack to you, then its gonna be tough'</div>
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I love hard. Friends, boyfriends, if I love you I'm pretty all in about it. And sometimes, I get really sad about the smallest of things. Like, why didn't friend A not ask me out for lunch when they were free, or why are all my friends so happy without me in this picture? The irrational part of me is thinking, omg, they're doing this on purpose, they've left me out, I'm left behind! They're being happy just to make me sad. I'm guessing to a certain degree everyone experiences this; feeling left out or unimportant, as if someone didn't want to include you in their happiness. I'm a litttttttle bit more extreme. Sometimes even when people are completely out of my life do something huge, a small part of me can't help but feel like, oh, their doing this to make me sad.</div>
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You really really cannot expect anybody to always stop and consider what their choices would do to you and your happiness, because most of the time, if its between fighting for their own happiness or ensuring yours, their going to pick their own. And this isn't because they are spiteful or mean or inconsiderate, its because <i style="font-weight: bold;">the onus of happiness is on you and you alone! </i>So if friends decide to plan a trip without you, an ex got a new partner, people are down your road and having a meet up, its probably because, their thinking about their own happiness. And you cannot force anyone to make your happiness a priority, not family, not your spouse, not your children, not anybody. </div>
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You can start focusing on making yourself happy, and not regard plans that don't have you in them as a personal attack. It doesn't mean you're left behind, insignificant or unimportant, its just, we all have our own destinies to fulfil, and <i>sugar, you're not going to be the main character in everyones story. </i>Or in anyones story, save your own. So why bother how many times you get cast in somebody else's movie, direct your own, make it yours.</div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I'm currently in a car ride that feels like its taking forever (seriously, it felt so much shorter getting to Kedah, I don't even have the energy to snapsing anymore!) My cousin just got married, and her husbands family is in Kedah. My dad taught it would be fun to take a road-trip and drive to attend the wedding. I guess it was a not horrible idea, I've been pretty down and sad this whole week so a trip would've forced me to stop sulking in bed. Plus I taught, I could blog about Kedah and the things I saw, the stuff I ate.</span></div>
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Except the moment we got to the hotel, I went to the toilet and I swear to god, someone pulled the flush in my body. It was like WOAH, surprise mira, this is all the contents of your stomach. And it didn't stop, I had to shit (pardon my french) every half an hour! It was my worst case of food poisoning yet (which idk how I even got poisoned, I hadn't been eating anything weird or much at all the past week). Hence, all I have to say about my trip is, diarrhea.</div>
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My roadtrip was pretty much me alone in the room, taking no trip at all save ones to the bathroom. I broke the toilet ok cause I flushed so much. The wedding was nice but I couldn't eat much because my stomach was really upset and everything that went in wanted to come out five minutes later. And thats suchhhhh a pity because the food was apparently really good.</div>
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