The one about RARA ZIKRY.

Salam and Good Afternoon lovelies,

I'd like to share this story & above all, the lesson I learned from it.

Zarith Nadhira or fondly known as Rara has made headlines all over Malaysia. I don't know Rara in person so my post is based on what I read and saw on the news. So feel free to correct me if I'm wrong okay? According to her mother, Rara went brisk walking with some friends last year and suddenly turned blue black and couldn't breathe. After that she fell into coma for 2 months. Alhamdulillah she woke up from the coma but now is unable to speak, her hands and legs are stiff which limits her movement and she has to be fed through a tube in her lower abdomen. 

Due to Rara's high medical expenses, her parents have posted an appeal on Facebook to help raise money. Honestly, that's all I need to know to help. She's sick, they need money, that's it. 

What upsets me is that some people are saying " Kenapa nak semangat sangat nak tolong Rara tu? She's a really social person" Other things like " Memang patut kena pun, ni balasan dia" Ok these people pissed me off. Memang I tak kenal Rara, and I don't need to know her to help. She might be very social, pakai sexy or whatever but I really don't care. So what, just because she has a social life, we can't help her? I'm really confused. Didn't know we need to do a background check on a person, THEN baru boleh tolong.

I'm sure there are thousands of cases similar to Rara's case kan. But why is SHE getting media coverage? I think it's cuz it's rare for us to see a beautiful girl like Rara  to be in this situation. That's actually why her case caught my eye. To show that no matter how pretty, rich, ugly, poor, famous whatever you are, God can take all that away in a snap. 

To conclude, I don't need to know who she was, all I know is that she's really sick and we want her to get better. Fullstop. 

Here's how you can help: You can make your donation at the account below:

Maybank Account Details

Account Number: 112183147486

Account Holder's Name: Zarina binti Amir

OR if you have no money to donate, DOA'S ARE FREE and can go a long way. We'll pray for you to get better soon Rara, InsyaAllah, Amin. :)

The one with MY HIJAB JOURNEY.

Warning: This is probably the most emotional, personal post I've shared so far so bare with me okay :')

I truly believe in the saying "Everything happens for a reason". So many things, events lead to my decision to wear a hijab that April morning. So I'd like to start with South Africa. 

1) South Africa 

For those of you who don't know, my father is a diplomat. What is a diplomat you might ask? Well, a diplomat is a person appointed by a state to conduct diplomacy with another state or international organization. ( Is that right Papa? I got it from Wiki. haha) So because of that, we travel a lot. ( Will share my travelling experience nanti nanti k?) Anyway, so one of the places we were posted to is South Africa. 

Since I was studying in Uitm Segamat at that time, I could only come and see my family once a year. (which explains why in my previous post, my Raya 2008, 2009 pictures had no family potrait) So I was really sad when we parted. I mean, who was gonna keep them company? Help my mother in the kitchen? Play with my sisters while my older sister and I were away? Then, came the boys. 

The boys studied at a Madrasah an hour from where we lived . So during the school break, some would come and stay with the Malaysian families. Since our house had plenty of room, many of the boys stayed at our house. I remember thinkin how awkward it was gonna be for my family when the boys stayed there. I mean, they were all pangkat Ustaz, Maulana and dressed in jubah, how would we ever connect? relate?  

My father in the middle, with some of the students who stayed with us. 

Looking at that picture, one would assume the things that I assumed before. All they probably do is just stay in the room and mengaji and all. Boy was I wrong! These boys were so full of life, so very NORMAL! 

U see, I bet you can't tell that these are the same boys in the 1st picture. 

So to cut the story short, I judged them based on their looks which was wrong. If some of you are reading this, I'm truly sorry. Thank you for taking care of my family all those years, my brothers :) I also thank these boys because they are also one of the reasons I wore my hijab. 

Because of you boys, you taught my parents so many things about Islam. You opened their hearts and then they opened up mine. <3

2) My older sister, Raihana Yazmin

Yazmin was the first to wear the hijab. My parents have asked us to wear over and over again and everytime we'd say " Nanti nanti, we're not ready yet" Years passed and nothing changed so it got up to the point where my parents were probably sick of waiting, so they started forcing. 

You know the feeling where you were about to do something then someone tells you to do it? I hate that feeling. For example, baru nak semangat kemas bilik, then Yazmin asks me to. It just annoys the crap out of me. I wanna do it because I wanna do it, not because you told me to. So yea, this applied for the tudung case as well. I fought my parents long and hard with tears rolling down my face screaming that I wasn't ready. While I was crying and fighting, Min stayed quiet the whole time. When my father finally asked her why, she said she was ready to wear. 

And so she did. I knew she wasn't ready at that time but she did it for my parents sake. But now I can see that it was probably the best thing that happened to her. To us as a family.Yazmin was always so stylo. I loved her fashion sense and she would just look nice in anything. Wearing the hijab was no exception, she looked more elegant and just effortlessly beautiful. 

Lawa kan? Plus she looks so much younger pakai tudung. *jealous* 

So yes, looking at Min and seeing how confident she got after she wore, it just really opened my heart. I saw the change in her and I knew it was the right thing to do. 

So on that April day, we were all getting ready to go to lunch at Saba Restaurant in Cyberjaya. Everyone was waiting in the car for me. I walked out the door wearing the hijab and didnt look back since. 

Yes, I know agak buruk sikit la I pakai ni. haha. Whatever. Hello, newbie! 

So now that I finally started wearing the hijab (Alhamdulillah) It was time to figure out my style. *ayat poyo* 

So will be posting up pictures from that moment til now :)

I know, I know. Tudung tak betul. -__- (With bestie, Lina) 

Haaa, okay sikit kan? lol. 

Lina and I. Check out Lina's style! She also helped me while I was struggling nak pakai tudung. Thanx bish! *hugs*

From left: Yazmin, Mother ( Yes, thats my mother, not sister. ceh ceh) and Me.

Err Min? The camera is here. 

 Handsome and I.

Ria and I

 Bayi Yaya and I :)

 At Changi Airport enjoying my frozen yogurt.

 Off to Vivo City.

Orchard Road. 

And the latest picture I have of myself is with Handsome..

So there you go. Ada banyak lagi tapi I'm sure this is more than enough. Haha. 

Will conclude this super duper long post soon! I promise! Sikit je lagi. I just wanna share that this is probably the biggest and and best change that has ever happened to me. Being as great as it is now, it was honestly really scary in the beginning. I was so scared people couldn't accept the "new" me. So afraid people would suddenly treat me differently. Including Handsome. 

I remember thinking that if he couldn't accept me the way I am now, then I had to let him go. Cause I knew that what I was doing is right and no one could tell me otherwise. Alhamdulillah he liked my new look and supported me. Now dia yang semangat, giving me pics of new hijab styles, pictures of Hana Tajima. (haha adorable gila kan?) 

So, my advice to my sisters out there that are still not ready, I understand. I really do. If your not ready to wear, then take your time but mind you, time waits for no one. When I told my mother I wasn't ready to wear the hijab dulu, she asked me " What if you never get the chance to? What if Allah takes your life before your ready?" but Alhamdulillah, I got that chance and I pray that all my sisters all over the world get that chance as well. 

In conclusion, (Finally!) Thank you Allah for giving me this chance to share my experience. I'd like to thank my family who helped me grow to become the woman I am now, so thank you Papa, Mama, Yazmin, Iris and Ria. I love you all so much. *teary* 

Now I'm a butterfly. 

The one with RAYA 2011.

Salam.

Hello lovelies! Can you believe it? It's almost Raya! *chicken dance* It feels like just yesterday we started fasting.                              

                       (Okay, tipu.-_-) 

Point is, Raya is coming and I just cant wait. I'm sure you guys cant wait as well. D'urh! New clothes, we get to go back to our hometowns, and the best part? New vain pictures to upload on facebook! (Jyeah! finally get to change my profile pic) Lame? I'm aware. 

But apart from all that, the real reason why I'm so excited about THIS Raya?..is cause it's my first Raya wearing the hijab :) For those of you who don't know, I just started wearing the hijab April this year.

                     *selit cerita pasal Hijab* 

It was a big change. (ok, understatement) It was a HUGE change, but it just felt right. I was thinking about wearing the hijab for so long so what else was I waiting for? Next thing I know, I just walked out the door wearing it and am still wearing now. Alhamdulillah :) Will tell you all in detail about my Hijab journey (lol) next post okay! Promise! Excited nak share Raya pics ni! hehe. 

Back to Raya, I'm just really excited to see our family portrait this year. Will definitely post it nanti! But before that, I'd like to share some pictures from our past Raya's. Btw, I look different every year. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Heh. -__-

 First Raya with the whole family in 3 years (2010) 

My mother's side of the family :) 

 Raya (2009) 

           Check out my hair! Dyed it red the night before! lol.

Raya (2008) Crying cause we can't celebrate with Papa, Mama, Iris and Ria

I skipped a couple of years. Haha. This was WAY back when we were living in New York. 

So that's it for now! Wait for my Raya 2011 picture! hehe. Salam and Goodnight :) 

The one with the FAILED MISSION.

Hello everyone :)

Sorry for the silence y'all! I would say I was so incredibly busy that I had no time to blog, but that would be a lie.                    
                              -__-

About the post that I said I was gonna post about in my previous post but never did post up until now? *one breath* Yea that mission FAILED miserably. Haha. Kononnya nak buat schedule (as if I'll ever stick to it) and jog around the neighborhood and all that? Yea. Urm. Yea.

BUT I have changed my eating habits. More water, vegetables, and am trying to cut down on the sugar :)

Till next time!

The one with the FAT TRUTH.

Salam,

It is I, Dewi Dahlia, reporting for duty.

It has come to my attention that *long pause* I'm getting fatter. *sob sob* One would think, being that it's the FASTING month, you end up LOSING weight..but sadly, it's the opposite for me. *sob sob*

It all started last night after buka..

                     *lakonan semula*

So here I am, slouched down to my chair while one hand is placed on my tummy. *menunjukkan betapa kenyangnya saya*  Not realizing there was another party observing closely..Then out of the blue, Papa says " I think you should start doing sit ups la Ya ( what my family calls me. Short for Dahlia) I looked at my balloon-like tummy and just stared into space.

I thought about Papa's comment all night. Yes it kinda hurt..but I mean I just had dinner kan? So obviously my tummy buncit right? I'm only human. Not like Kate Moss. So I slept it off.

Continuation..

Today, again after buka while I was getting ready to go upstairs, Mummy dropped a comment. I forgot her exact words but what she said is that my lemak dah besar. No wait, ha! the word was "dah terkeluar" Also known as blubber, muffin top, tayar, love handles. Call it whatever you want, in the end, it's fat.

Soooooo, this has happened once before, AND because I didn't listen to my parent's advise, I ended up looking like....


                         *brace yourselves*

                                THIS.

Yes, it's real. Yes, I look like a Philipino maid. Yes, I realize I'm jeopardizing my future by uploading this picture. -__-

In conclusion, I do not wanna end up looking like that hippo wearing the dress up there, so this time around, I'm gonna take my parents advise, and start exercising/eating right. (You see Papa, I do listen to you) :)

Moral of the story: For all of you out there, sometimes criticisms can hurt. Alot. Especially if it's about sensitive issues like weight. But although it hurts, keep in mind that those people have your best interests at heart. :)

That's the end of the fat segment, look out for my next post! My challenge to kuruskan badan before Raya. I shall be my own guinea pig. Erk. If it works, maybe you guys can try it too. Heee. *spread the love*

Goodnight lovelies!

The one with ENGLISH VS. BAHASA MELAYU.

I see so many Malaysian bloggers that are being criticized for writing in English. (I'm still clueless as to why) So let me start by telling YOU why I'm writing in English, or this can also be rephrased as Why I'm NOT writing in Bahasa Melayu. *hint of sarcasm* Anyway, although I find it absurd to have to explain why I write in whatever language I write in (because it's MY BLOG and MY LIFE) but I'll just do it so we're all on the same page AND so I can avoid posting this in the future.

So yes, I AM Malay and my mother tongue IS Bahasa Melayu but being mostly brought up abroad, my Malay really.. just... SUCK. There you go, as simple as that. Proof? For SPM I got 3B for BM. More proof? Bahasa Melayu saya tidak bagus. -__-

                          

                          End of story.

So believe me, if my Malay was superb, I would definitely blog in BM. But don't get me wrong, I'm not saying my English is superb nor am I saying that I can't speak Malay at all, I'm just more better in english. But Malay words or slangs will be tossed around here and there. Don't worry laaaaa, I'm a Malay at heart. Tanah tumpahnya darahku *patriotik* 

So if after reading this, you STILL wanna kutuk me for writing in English? I just have one thing to say.. THANK YOU for the free pahala. Hik. Peace out! :) 

The one with a certain HANDSOME BOY.

Fadzmel is his name, and bebelling is his game. Ha ha ha. ( Failed attempt at rhyming) -__-
                           Ok ok. *serious mode*

Apart from him being my one and only, he's the one who encouraged me to blog. He even created my Google account! So adorable. Hik. Anyway, apparently he thinks my thoughts and opinions are beneficial and should be shared with the world? OR maybe...he's tired of hearing me talk so much, hence encouraging me to write it all here so he wont have to hear me bebel anymore? Aha! Also possible... but, being a positive thinker, I'll go with the first reason. Hik =)

Handsome. Yes, that's my nickname for him. Is he REALLY handsome? See for yourself at the end of this post as I will be posting his picture! *browsing through Handsome's fb* Hehe.

BUT before you call me a gold digger..or in this case a looks digger? (word does not exist) or a physical appearance digger ( also does not exist) because of addressing him as Handsome, hear me out. Yes, he obviously has so many other attributes like being intelligent, funny, friendly. But I mean, sangat tak comel ok if I were to nickname him Intelligent. For example, "Today Intelligent bought me flowers"..*ZzzzZZz* Doesn't, " Today Handsome bought me flowers" sound so much better? You see what I'm saying? Heeee.

Oh no, before I start gushing about him, I shall start to conclude this post.

Conclusion:
I used to think we wouldn't make it this far by being total opposites in terms of life and personality, but now.. I know it's okay if Handsome and I are so different. Because our differences complete US. He is my sunshine. Nuff said. Thank you for loving me and supporting me throughout everything. And thank you also for encouraging me to blog. Your right, its fun :) I love you Handsome boy <3

                            Tadaaaa! Handsome :)