#O

iPod, iPad, iPhone... Obsession with these coolest gadgets will never come to an end. The latest gadget makes it debut at the top shelf, and the older version of it only gets the lower shelf. Assuming that the newest gadget is revamped with additional over-the-top features, everyone is rushing to go and get it and the previous model becomes obsolete. While everyone is eagerly waiting for the new iPad 3 to hit the stores, I am patiently waiting for the price of iPad 2 to drop, drastically, even if it is not possible. But, but here's the tricky part. What's the point of me having an iPad actually, or even an iPod touch? I love pretty things and iPad 2 can be easily categorized as one of those pretty things that I love but shouldn't I wait for iPad 4 to come out, so that the price of iPad 3 will drop? What is this stupid equation that I am making but you get the picture here right? These gadgets will always be improvised and the latest one will always come and how do I decide which one will be the best? 

The argument went on and on from a few weeks back and it still occurs, once in a while.. My answer is to just stick to my obsession with handbags and purses. Well, actually, not that I have that many but my first paycheck will find its way to the nearest Prada shop in exchange of a solid dusty pink purse HAHA Yes. It's a dream of mine. Somehow...when I see that particular purse, I can feel it calling my name... and all I can do is... just smile back and whisper to it.. "I'll be your saviour...soon" HAHAHAHAHA entah-entah first gaji nanti tak cukup nak bayar kereta pon! I will work hard.... I will... Hard enough to... *to be continued*

Oh, speaking about my obsession. I'd like to welcome Luca Cruz Comrie into the world ! You're only 8 days old but you're loved by millions other fans :)) There's no solid issue in this post actually but these past few days, I've been thinking about getting an Apple product but I can't find any concrete reason for having one other than, for entertainment purposes. The thing is, have I not been getting enough entertainment already? Shouldn't I be obsessed with books? I need to be obsessed with it. One day, perhaps. 

PS : After the letter M should be N, I know. I am skipping this letter, just because.. Just because..

#M

Miracles, commonly associated with something that happens attributed to the divine intervention. One does not simply encounter with miracles on a daily basis, or else it is not known as miracles. It might have been just a norm, a plan that was well-planned. A friend answered only 5 lines for his 40 marks question and ended his lines with " I am sorry, my mind went blank..." and he passed his paper when the other 60 course mates failed the same subject. I believe, that's a miracle, if you see it from his perspective. A mother lost her daughter in a shopping mall for hours, she went to perform her prayers and suddenly, her daughter was found. I believe, that's a miracle, if you see it from her perspective. Something that happens at the right time, at the right moment. Something that you wished would happen and with deep prayers and determination, it happens because God can read your mind and he knows what is in your heart, even if you don't say it out loud.

Personally, a miracle would be if I can get a job right now, be it a permanent job or a part time. Logically, I am starting to doubt my own decision of doing my ACCA as a full time student. 10 hours of classes per week, which means I have only one class per day and it ends at 2pm, the latest. Ample of time and by that, it means, ample of time being wasted. Its a bit funny now that I have my Degree and I am looking for a part time job at some fast food chain, instead of using my qualifications for a proper job and pursuing my ACCA only as a part time student. Seems like a messed up plan, yes, I think so too. Reason being, Mom doesn't want me to fail my papers. As lame as it might sound, I think I work better when I am under pressure. I am not saying there's no pressure now because now, the pressure is higher because everyone expects you to pass on your first sitting because you're doing it as a full time student. If I really did  pass on my first sitting, that's a miracle alright! 

I am just lost right now, but I read somewhere it is okay to be lost at times because by then, you'll have time to explore your options. Narrow down your choices. As for me now, all I can do is narrow down my invisible choices! Anyway, back to the topic of miracles, sure I've seen miracles but it is a lot more magical when a miracle happens when you're with your friends. Hahaha. It's a funny story but I shall just keep it to myself. Miracles make you think hard, about God.

#L

Few weeks back, I've written a mental post for the letter L but magically, it didn't appear on my blog. So, now I am finally in the mood to type out a proper one but I reckon it'll be different from the one I've mentally written a while ago. A while ago, I had a short holiday to visit Hannah and Aina in London. Initially, I wanted to just enjoy my last week of the holiday at the serenity of my own home but it has been decided that I got to pay them a visit. All I can say is, FINALLY because the last time I planned this, it was cancelled due to appendicitis. 

During this last trip of my last free ticket, I discovered new things and I visited new places. In those 8 short days, I managed to meet up with some old schoolmates and old coursemates during my Diploma. Thank you for dinner, Faqi. Thank you Oggy, Shahrir and Dyad for an unbelievable amount of raw salmon intake during dinner. Thank you for coffee, Ezzaty. Thank you for lunch and dessert, Shakirah. Thank you Hannah and Aina for being the most wonderful and welcoming hostess.. Hostess? I think that is the word. Haha. If I were to list down the things Hannah did for me while I was there, this post would be a a long post for you then. Haha I am more than thankful and if I can repeat it, again I shall do so but probably a little less trifle this time because everyone says I am fat now. Huh! Evil people! ..... but yes, I did gain weight. I thought with the amount of walking I did, the calories intake would have been set off, I was wrong.. So wrong..

To compensate the small white lie that I told my father about this trip.. I really did visit a lot of university. Truth is, I told him I'm going for a holiday only one week before and he goes... "What?" and I said "Oh, I am going to visit the university, checking out which university suits me best for my professional papers.." Firstly, only certain COLLEGES offer those accounting professional papers, not universities. Hahaha. I bet my dad knows her daughter too well already but yes, I did go around the university or more like I visited those impossible university I could ever enter. We went to Oxford Uni :O Impressive ! And then, we went to Cambridge :OO There was this cute Malay guy in one of those halal shops, the attractive meter went up to the boiling point! And we did get to see the University of Portsmouth's library and it reminded me of PTAR. No joke and lastly, I went to University College of London. Not bad, but the buildings were so scattered around the block, I need more than a month to catch up and locate the buildings. There, see. I did visit many universities and technically, I did not lie.

And all the pictures surfaced on Facebook did portray a fun learning experience that I had, because truthfully, I did had fun but somehow, my heart is not there, my heart is still in Malaysia when the topic about studying abroad comes up, every single time. Maybe, I love going out to see other people's country but I still love my own country more to stay here and study here. To be away from my family, is not a risk that I am willing to take now, especially after going through 5 funerals in the last 6 months. I suppose, there must be a reason why I didn't get to further my studies abroad and now that I can try to do so, at least by applying for scholarships and loans, I am not interested to do so. At all, weird indeed. 

Anyway, here are some of the pictures :) 

In front of one of the colleges in Oxford. Boy, was I excited or what.. During that time, the students were running on the track field. They looked like normal British students but when you're an Oxford student, suddenly...
Yeah, suddenly..

Ahhh, the picture uploader is not cooperating well right now.

This post ends here then.

#K

K for Kerek and Gonjeng boy. 

#J

Would it be too much if I write about myself since this post starts with the letter J? I would like to assume that its not. Hehe. Facts about me?

1. The name Jasmin was given by my father without the knowledge of my mother. At first, my name was supposed to be Aiman Anis but my father thought it sounded like a boy. So, he just went with Jasmin. Somehow or rather, I think that is the reason why I associate with a lot of Aiman in my life. Haha.

2. My favourite number are 4 and 2 because when I was in Standard One, I got number 4 for my first term and number 2 for the last term. That was actually my first and my last time of going up the stage to receive present during my school years. Pathetic. I know. 

3. Dusty pink is my favourite colour since I was small. Everything in my room was pink, from the blanket, to ribbon and posters on the wall. My mother wanted me to be dainty and sweet since I was small but turned out, I am... not.. Hahaha. I still have my baby blanket and my white shoes when I was 2 years old and I intend to give it to my future daughter, when the time comes insyaAllah. Anyway when I turned 13, I decided to change my favourite colour to blue. It was quite stupid because one day, I just went to my mom and said "Ma, I've decided that I want to paint my room, sea blue. I've changed my favourite colour" How naive I was at that time. You don't change your favourite colour. It is your favourite, sometimes for no reason. Well, the things that I go through for me to learn about myself :P But anyway, my mother did entertain me and I got bored with the colour blue in less than a year. Pink is my favourite colour and recently, its grey :) The colour in between!

4. When I am bored, unhappy, stressed out, happy, sad and nervous, I will bite my nails, intensely. When I can't think straight, I will start to clean something up. Usually, to resolve everything, I will just call my mother. I love my mother too much :')

5. Throughout my entire life, I have truly only liked three boys. I've never been in a serious relationship. I'm scared of it. I think I've only love(d)/love (still,will,always) one out of all the three. I've never cried for a boy. I did go crazy for one. Period. 

6. I love to cook and bake but I'm not good at it. 

7. Kot, is my favourite word because I am always in between. Fickle minded perhaps? I don't think I am but I see the world as full of uncertainty. I learned my lesson the hard way and therefore, I hate planning. For example, esok pegi London tak? Pegi.. kot.. See. 

8. Adventurous is not my middle name. 

9. I used to be someone who is easily affected by the past. For example, anything anyone said to me in the past, anything that I have done in the past, places that I have been in the past but then I learned that just because things happened in the past, it doesn't mean that it will be there again in the future. People make promises in the past, they might break their promises in the future. When I was younger, I used to sit and reminisce about the past so much, that even going to the places that I have been could hurt me, easily but now that I am much older, I could put a stop to it. I can just say, "Hey so what if that has happened, it is in the past and nothing that you do now will change the past. Treasure what you've had, correct the mistakes and just live with it" 

10. I believe in signs. I don't know why. Sometimes, I think that it is syirik but somehow, these signs help you to make better decision. I've seen so many signs in my life, I think I should not interpret it anymore. It is scary now. 

11. My favourite thing to do is just drive around in the car with someone, and talk. Oh, sometimes I talk to myself while driving and I make it look like as if I am singing, but actually I am just clearing out my thought :) 

12. I think this is boring but I am a boring person. I can be serious and I can be loud at times but many says I am playful. Have you ever heard that you should not take life too seriously? 

13. I experienced too many acid-reflux lately that I think there is something wrong with my esophagus.

14. I love going to pretty looking malls with many bright lights. I love going to the Curve at night. 

15. Probably it runs in the blood, probably its not but I have got killer instincts. When I say killer, it means it is drop dead scary. Some of my friends have experienced it. Hehe. If I have the courage to tell my mother about something that has not happened yet, it means that I think it will come true. So far, one did come true and one has yet to come true. I am scared just thinking about it, but let's just see if it happens. If it did, I will definitely update it here.

#I

Let's make things a bit formal by discussing about investment for the letter I. Let's pretend that I am 23 years old already. Let's play grown up. Everyone can roughly explain what is investment but to sum it up in a few words can be quite tough, so I asked our good friend, Mr Google. Apparently, the word investment can be viewed from two different perspectives which are from the finance view, or the economic view. 

"Finance investment is putting money into something with the expectation of gain, that upon thorough analysis, has a high degree of security for the principal amount, as well as security of return, within an expected period of time"

" In economic theory, investment is the amount purchased per unit time of goods which are not consumed but are to be used for future production"                

                                                                                                                 (Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)

Bottom line, investment is something that will bring benefit to us in the future. Heck, I have no idea where I am going with this but it seems like everything we do in life should be beneficial for us, hence, anything that we do should be an investment but that doesn't mean that when we offer to do nice things to other people, in return we would want people to do the same for us. That is related to sincerity and that is another different topic. 

Being an accounting student/ accounting graduate ( YAHOOOOOO!), I see the word investment practically everywhere. One would only invest when there is a guaranteed return at the end of the tunnel. The higher the risk, the higher the return. It's a favourite phrase for all the finance lecturer but it seems impossible for one to calculate the risk. For me, risk is something that is very vague. You can try to count them but are they accurate? 

Everything seems so uncertain right now and I do not know what will be the best investment for my future. It would be nice if everything is laid out in front of me and all that I have to do is just venture into it with an open heart. A friend said that I should follow my heart. Frankly, my heart says find a job. Weird. I know. Another part of my heart says, go travel and explore the world. Oh, ignore that part of my heart. As much as I am worried, somehow I know that God will work things out for me. All I want is some stability in every part of my life. 

Sit right smack in front of your lecturer, this is a very good  investment. 

A few reliable multi coloured pens and a good pencil are worth the investment.
Actually, I didn't pay for the red and green pen.
Thanks .... firm ? Haha

No caption needed? 

Above everything else, education is the best investment that you could invest in. I used to be one lazy kid and I still am but when you're older, you can differentiate what is important and what is not. Being 23 years old sucks if I am going to be this boring. Let's go out lah!

#H

How do you know that you have had enough of something?
How do you tell that someone is angry at you?
How do you measure effort?
How do you go about your day carrying guilt?
How do you fix a broken heart?
How do you sleep at night knowing that your results are coming out soon?
How do you make a perfect creme brulee?
How do you tie your shoelace?
How do you apply for a job?
How do you know that you should pursue your ACCA full time or just do it on a part time basis?
How do you face your days when you just lost a parent?
How do you know that someone is right for you?
How do you wake up in the morning when you know your day will suck?
How do you sustain happiness?
How do you pretend to smile when there is a lump in your throat?
How do you go back to Shah Alam, knowing that your Mom wants you to stay in Kedah?
How do you conceal your feelings?
How do you even know that ACCA is the best professional qualification for you?
How do you get tickets to go see Adele live in London?
How do you remain calm when everyone around you is getting married?!
How do you cook crab the way that Fatty Crab cooks it?
How do you feel when God gives you signs regarding that one thing that you've tried to avoid?
How do you say sorry?
How do you stay focus when you're hungry?
How do you do it? Handling so many girls around you, efficiently?
How do drive a manual car?
How do you know which political party you should vote for?
How do you stay calm when you can't watch your favourite tv show?
How do you watch a stupid Malay horror movie in the cinema for 2 hours?
How do you manage your life?

#G

Perhaps, words cannot describe the night perfectly but maybe pictures will ? 

:)

The green midget that I like to talk about, Lyzer!
Happy birthday midget!

Keep calm and remain in Class B :)

He claims that he is my favourite senior, Megat and I think he is :)
Girls, he is single !

And there's Epul, in the middle of the girls !

My pretty long lost cousin, Dayah <3

Nice pose, Pah! 

With the first one among us to be called a mother, soon <3

The best performance of the night, as least the big crowd thought so.  Haha
Two days of practice for the rest of them but I had only 7 hours of practice
but it was so much fun especially when I forgot the dance steps.
Clearly, I wasn't born to dance but all the sweats and calories burned were worth it.
Hehe

The awesome photobooth but some were missing :( 

The Twitter-holics!

After the evening rehearsal before everyone gets dressed up,  beautifully :)

Hey, the girl on the left is responsible for our awesome Graduation dinner, Najwa
and I had my last presentation for my Degree with her, Syu and Aloyah!

:L

With Megat, the first favourite senior and my second favourite senior (Seriously) Syafiq and Sharifah.
Did I say thank you for laughing while I missed my steps during JaiHo?
Haha :PP

Class A and Class B

Cibi and I, with Mr KTM !

Guys, remember we had that awesome picture with all four of us during
Futsal Night?

Miss-responsible-for-perfectly-scheduling-our-timetable-for-the-last-eight-semesters and Aloyah, the best classmate ever
:')

Oh, ayu pulak semua orang :D

While watching the saddest montage ever :'(

After the rehearsal, getting all hyper before we get ready!

Spot the guy in the middle?
That's our favourite Head Programme in UiTM.
We all go... Auwwwww, Mr Ezrien everytime he passes by..
Yes, every single time, even if we happen to pass by him twice a day :)

Anis, Farah and Nur..

The day after..
One rushed back to make a pit stop at the Cameron Highland signboard,
One went to work early in the morning
and left us, having breakfast in Paris!

All glamed up and ready to make the grand entrance :DD

With Yana, the food globbler. Hehe.

Pardon ourselves, our VC came to our graduation dinner.
Yes, we were honoured :)

:)

My dramatic housemates!

And my dramatic classmates :DD

Credits to all the owners of the picture ; Qaila, Cibi, and more




And oh, 
this is my favourite picture of the night :)

This night proved that I made the right decision to pick accountancy over journalism. 
A decision I made in one night, that made my Mom raised her eyebrows,
but I followed my instinct and it led me to you guys.
Bimbos with brains. 
Hehe.
Love, love and love always.

Dusty space.

Its getting a bit dusty here. Clearly, I am in no mood for any kind of writing. Reason being, I am mentally exhausted. As of last week, I have been to five funerals for the last six months. I am not complaining but lately, I have been doing nothing, literally nothing but thinking. Initially, I had planned to write about Graduation Dinner for the letter #G but I can't seem to find the perfect word to describe the night. Two or three words were typed, but there's no ending to those words. Five funerals, can act as an eye opener. I take it, as the universe is trying to convey a message. Lord knows what is the reason behind it, I don't. 

Al-fatihah to those who had just lost their loved ones.. Our prayers will always be with them, InsyaAllah..

#F

So, I've waited patiently for this little naughty letter, where I can say, F stands for FUCK YOU! Hahaha okay, kidding :P Tonight, the letter F stands for fear, for a lot of things we fear of, for a lot of things we fear to face and for a lot of the unknown things we might encounter along the way. *Warning : It's a long post*

My biggest fear is of course, Allah SWT and if there's any Muslim out there who says he or she is not scared of Allah, is lying because after all, you should turn back to your Creator because one day, we will eventually go back to Him, the one and Only. Sometimes, I know that my actions and the way I carry myself doesn't show or reflect what I am saying but I am only human and I am truly scared of Him. I am trying to change myself and it needs more than just the physical change. I know I need to cover my head, I know but I am still looking for that courage to do so. There was this one event where it hit me and it hit me hard. I went for days, thinking about what happened and I am somehow, humiliated by myself. It happened when I was on my way back from Korea and at that time, I was alone. Before the gate closed, I boarded the plane and placed myself comfortably in the designated seat. Little did I know, I was seating to a Sri Lankan man. After a few hours in the flight, he initiated some small talk and because I was bored, we talked a bit. A few questions into the conversation, he told me is a Muslim and he asked what religion am I? At that point, I was stunned. By the look of what I was wearing that day, I surely did not present myself like a Muslim. I told him I was a Muslim and he said, where is my Hijab? He struggled to say the word hijab but I managed to understand because of the hand gestures that he did. I told him, my country was liberal enough to accept Muslims that don't cover their head but in my mind, I was puzzled. My country is liberal enough but my religion? If I had covered my head and presented myself like a true Muslim, I wouldn't be that ashamed and at that point, felt like I was just been hit by a brick. Even until today, I kept questioning myself why am I still not covering my head? I pray 5 times a day (I try) and I recite the Quran sometimes but why is it so hard for me to do that one compulsory thing? If you guys notice, I hardly wear shorts these days? Haha. There you go, baby steps. No point of me bragging about this because at the end of the day, it's between me and God but I've been carrying this thing for quite sometime and I hope when the right time comes, I will change :)

And of course, to elaborate on the fear of losing our parents would be unbearable. Let's not talk about things we can never alter. Thus, my second fear will be regarding my future and to be more specific, about marriage. Not wedding, but marriage because I can pretend to have a wedding but I can't pretend a marriage can I? I fear that I might not get married to the one that I truly love and of course, I am terrified thinking about the possibility of me not getting married at all. To be apart of the peer pressure thingy is one thing, but to be alone for the rest of your life can be the scariest thing. When there's no one for you to go back to.. Ah, just the thought of it, scares me. When I tell my friends this, they will say just have faith and continue praying. I am putting all my faith in God but it's only normal for you to have this curiosity about your future partner. Who is he? Do you know him now? If not, when will I meet him? How did I meet him? I am sooo curious about this and if only I have little sneak peeks of these questions, then maybe my curiosity will tone down a bit and my faith will always be restored and increased. I mean, have faith in Him, always. I pray to God hard everyday that I don't end up alone in this world, because being a lone ranger sucks if everyone else is already married.  After all, it is normal for human being to want to be loved and to love back. As for now, I am quite having fun :) 

I also fear that I might not be able to have my own  kids. Is this too much information already? I love cute little kids and to not be able to have them on my own someday will kill me on the inside. I am not scared of not having enough money in the world because no amount will ever be enough anyway. I am not scared of not getting the best position in the world because those are only material stuff and we can always work hard to achieve those material matter. One more thing, I fear that I might not be able to get over you. What if I don't get over you and we do not end up with each other? I don't think we'd end up with each other, by looking at the current situation now. Haha, I fear that one day I might confess to you, again and again and I might lose you for good. I'm scared to even tell you what I am feeling because at certain points, even I am not sure of what I am feeling. I fear that I might cross the invisible friendship line again because it is too fine that sometimes, the line seems blurry. I fear of talking to you in public because then people might be able to see how I really feel for you. I fear that you might not know that you have actually crossed the line and I am just too plain dumb to confront you and I can only wonder why without having the courage to do so. I fear that I can only ask myself what I mean to you because I know you will never ever tell me. I fear for a lot of things when it comes to you. I fear that you will read this. Haha. Ah, just when I am typing, you appeared. Scary shit.

Fearless is something that we aim to be but if we are always fearless, then perhaps we will not be humbled and we may be arrogant in many ways. I prefer to be fearful of something and be humbled along the way.