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A very random sharing but here are my two favourites, short and simple, du’as. One in English and one in Malay with translation.

”I am in need of whatever you bestowed upon me, Ya Allah.”

”Cukupkan aku untuk orang yang aku sayang dan cukupkan mereka untuk aku, Ya Allah.” (Translation: Make me enough for the people that I love and make them enough for me, Ya Allah).

Do share yours on the comment section. Thank you and fare there well.

12.26 AM Thought

One thing I hate about myself the most- I am gullible. Easily trusting everyone. I foolishly believed that everyone was nice and meant no harm. Inexperienced.

At least once a week, another man was exposed for being a predator, rapist or an abuser on Twitter such as Q*yyum EnglishJ*r, H*ikal C*assic and F*tih Sefera*ic cases to name a few.

It really opens my eyes.

People take advantages of other people. They use their popularity/wealth/trust/power/position/familiarity to abuse/manipulate others.

It really opens my eyes.

p.s. ”One thing I love about myself.” Let’s write about that on my next post. In shaa Allah.

Flight and Fight

I remembered retweeting a post about Skechers x Sailor Moon when they first came out. The collection came out early this year if I am not mistaken and was so pretty but I knew it would cost an arm and leg.

Fast forward five months later, I finally got mine! Obviously, we bought it during the mid-year sale. A tweet went viral on Twitter two days ago about the sale at all Skechers stores (2nd pair @ RM1). Thank god, I am obsessed with Twitter. I immediately told my mom and showed her the collections. Surprisingly, she loved the shoes which were very rare because she usually hates my taste lol. We went to the store the next day and tadaaaa…

Chunky and classic!

The queue was really long. We had to take a number and they would call us when it was out time to get in. We were told to wait probably around an hour. After waiting for almost an hour, they still haven’t called us. We were afraid that the collection would be sold out before we were ever gotten the chance to enter the store so we went back and asked the promoter near the entrance if our sizes (5 and 6) were still available.

The promoter said there were only one size 6 left but already reserved for another customer. However, she didn’t pay for it yet so he could give it to me if I want and of course, I want it! We told the promoter to grab Sailor Mercury and Sailor Venus for us and mom immediately paid for them (thank you mom!). Mind you, we didn’t have to get in the store. We were just standing near the entrance, the promoter was very helpful, brought the shoes to us to try and yes, we basically cut the queue. Guilty as charged.

I didn’t really care which color I wanted to buy because all of them were equally pretty to me. People wrote that the design for Skechers shoes were mostly ugly for their expensive price, couldn’t deny but I personally adore the Sailor Moon collection. However, the brand is still famous because they are very comfortable to wear and I second that.

The price for one was RM 469. The total was RM 938 but because of the discount we only had to pay RM 470. Basically, RM 235 for one pair of shoes. Expensive, yes but normal (I guess?) because of the collaboration with Sailor Moon. It was also cheaper compared to my Converse Chuck 70 Hi Sunflower.

I love shoes. I really do. I don’t really care about handbags, the brand of hijabs I’m wearing but shoes, they are different. You know what they say, good shoes take you good places. One tip when buying shoes;- make sure they look good and suitable for flight and fight!

Some background stories about the shoes. Glad I bought Sailor Mercury, the most relatable character.

More on Skechers x Sailor Moon:

Cutting Ties and Burning Bridges

Ask yourself these questions;-

  • Does the happiness they made you felt or contributed to your life outweigh the sadness and suffering that they caused?
  • Do you prefer your life better without them?

In the short term, you might feel sad because you lose a friend/partner but in the long run, you will appreciate and happy with your decision for not letting that person taking such a big space in your life.

You will find someone better and you deserve better.

p.s. This post was supposed to be written together with the previous post but I just don’t know how to combine them smoothly lol zero post on 2019 then suddenly in 2020, published two posts in one day. What is this behavior, Syerr?

A Proud Ravenclaw

I rarely gave a pat on my own back but this entry I would like do JUST THAT. Hopefully, none of my readers (if any) thought that I am being conceited or complacent.

I graduated with Master degree on September ‘19 (loooong overdue, I know). Hence, the title, to show that I am worthy and qualified to be sorted in the House. Heh. So, there, you go. That’s the little achievement. I did not think it was a big of a deal but that was just me being too hard on myself and forgotten how blessed, privileged and lucky I am.

We, human, sometimes forgot to be grateful for all the littles thing and there is someone out there longing for the stuffs that we take for granted; a phone with fast wi-fi, a car, understanding parents (do share with me your little blessing on the comment section below). So say it with me, together, loud and clear, Alhamdulillah. Good. Moving on.

I am blessed to have parents that fully believe that education is important- that it is not a waste of money nor time to gain knowledge (Trust me, not everyone think that). I am privileged to have family that would and able to fully support me financially to further my study. I am also lucky to be able to surround myself with people that think alike (In early 2020, I learnt the importance of *kufu’).

I am filled with gratitude to the people that help me along the journey. It was not an easy one, of course. Kita buat benda betul/baik memanglah susah (Dr. Wan, 2019).

I lost 3kgs of my weight. It was the lightest I have ever been in my life. I didn’t take care of myself. All I wanted was to quickly finished my lab works so that I could focused on my thesis writing (my favourite part. It was therapeutic for me). Usually, I ate once a day, in the afternoon even though most of the food were almost finished by that time. That was my lunch and dinner. I ate just to survive.

Sat there alone and cried while eating because I was stressing with my lab work. Crying in public is my forte. I do not remember how many times I cried in public but it just never bothers me and strangers, too, did not bother me. There was also one time when I felt hungry at night at the lab but cafes were no longer open so I ate candy… for my dinner.

I had difficulties in sleeping. I would usually end my lab work around 11.30PM, went back to my hostel, showered, get ready for bed, brain won’t shut, kept on thinking about my research, even let my log book open on the table in case I suddenly came up with new ideas or to-do-lists and then went back to the lab again around 12AM because I just couldn’t wait till 8AM the next morning to do just ONE thing. Everyone, meet my anxiety. It creeped most of my night. No one knows, of course.

I even gotten sick. I injured my right eye. I was so hurting, mind you, never in my 4 years in USM, I went to the hospital. Finally, in my fifth year there, I lost the battle.

I went to the hospital alone (sedih) to get my eye treated, I didn’t know where the department was so I asked around and when I finally found it, the nurse there said I had to register first so with my half-closed inflamed eye, I went for another quest, searching for the place she told me. Found it and I guessed the person in charge with the registration took pity of my condition and beckoned me to the counter before my number was called.

Long story short, the doctor said it was conjunctivitis. I reckon it was not. Conjunctivitis usually took at least one week to recover but it only took me 3-4 days (it did not stop me from going to the lab at night since only the daylight hurts my eye) and it was not itchy nor I had excessive eye boogers. Besides, a few days after that the feeling of my right eye being punctured plus excessive tears came back. Always every morning (the pain always woke me up) and last for about 2 to 3 hours and I would lay motionless on my bed unable to open my eyes and then my eye was okay again.

I ignored it until I finished my postgraduate study and even months after that (another evidence of my lack of self-care) when I finally asked my mom to bring me to the optometrist. The optometrist said I have dry eye and (battle) scar on my right eye. The pain was on and off till this day (it has been a year). Some day I would woke up shocked with pain in my eye in the middle of the night and some other day.. just normal.

Imagine like thousands of needles punctured your eyes. It even made me scared to fell asleep but I’m used to it now. It still hurts, though. I have been using at least 5 different eye medicines because some of them gave me allergies reaction. All of the sufferings were due to too much exposure to blue light; phone and laptop. I am addicted to my phone, mom said but I would like to believe that I studied hard reading all the journals and writing on hundreds of thesis pages 😉

Friends. Where are they? Who are they? I am not even going to start about my “friends” but I read somewhere, apa pun yang menyakitimu, ikhlaskan. Easier said than done, of course.

Fare thee well, everyone. I am going to end this entry with a picture of my parents and I.

*kufu’ – compatibility status (usually for marriage) between a woman and man. In this entry, I am not talking in religion nor money/work-wise aspects of kufu’ between couple but in the way our brain works/think/process/understand stuff between friends. I believe it depends on the tolerance between both party but if we do not have the same view in life, especially in something that we feel strongly about, well, that’s just going to be one hard ride. To put it simply, just plain frustrating.


A nice person found out that I own this blog. I almost forgot about it. I haven’t updated this blog since 2016 due to busy life, laziness and writer’s block. Besides, speech is never my thing. The last time I tried writing on this blog was on Dec 31, 2016 6:41PM but didn’t publish any (see figures).



There were so many events, lessons, shits, experiences and incidents that had happened to me since.

If God wills, maybe someday, I sit down in front of my laptop and pour out everything that was long overdue.

Till then, fare thee well.



terima kasih Pada mereka yang buat aku rasa banyak walau cuma Sementara tidak Selama kerana banyak itu aku ingat sampai lama tipu jika aku kata tidak punya rasa Cinta pada Mereka semua

tanya aku, aku jawab priority kita berbeda.


Because to feel tired is not an option

But what should I do if that is the only thing that I feel right now?

I’m physically, mentally and emotionally tired.

Tired of feeling sad.

Tired of trying so hard.

Tired of juggling everything into one.

Tired of making everyone happy while I’m not.

Tired of simply being tired..

I can be the weakest or strongest person you will ever meet,

The happiest or the saddest person you will ever encounter and there is no in between.

But I’m currently in my lowest point.


I have enough of everything.

I’m beat up. I’m exausted. I’m almost at the end of my tether.

“Semua orang penat.”

I know and I’m sorry.
I’m just tired. That’s all.

21 March 2016.

Take only memories, leave only footprints

Peace be upon you.

It has been a long time since I updated my blog. I was busy. I wanted to say “busy doing unproductive thing” like I used to but no. There were so many things happened to me, crossed so many things on my bucket list, traveled to so many places and I met new people along the way and it is not even the end of the year yet. Alhamdu’lillah.

I feel so blessed. This semester, I went so many new places, cities and get to meet new people compared to the past 2 semesters. Can you believe that?

I made some new friends from University Malaysia Kelatan and they are awesome. Furthermore, in just 3 months I had the opportunity to go to Terengganu, Pahang, Kuala Lumpur and Selangor! I still haven’t go to Kedah and Penang but let’s save the best for last. (Mau beli baju kurung Kedah dulu pastu selfie selfie tengah sawah padi.) However, the bad news is 2 days and sometimes 3 is never enough for each states. I want more time so I can go sightseeing and it would be wonderful if I went there for the sake of traveling and not for a test or anything. But oh well, wherever you go, go with all your heart and of course, there’s a good news. The good news is I have another 9 more states and 1 federal territory to go before I can cross my bucket list No. 27. Hewhew.

And then, Baamm! Bucket list NO. 28 – Be a member of Silat Cekak with a certificate (I don’t know what is Ahli Tamat in English. LOL)


Front row: Saiful, Kak Syafiqah, Kak Qilah, Kak Simah, Kak Mida. 2nd row from left: Harith, Bidi, Shah, Abu, Yaya, Me, Kak Aisha, Azreena, Fiina, Kak Lin.

Not yet but almost.

19 November 2015, Night (or is it early morning)

I was thrilled, excited, fired up, tense, anxious, worried, restless and all of them at once. I said I was okay and I’m feeling fine when people asked if I was nervous for the Silat Cekak test. I lied. Well, technically, I was not nervous. Maybe I was high but I can guarantee you that I was not okay. I was not fine at all.

I was crying. For god sake, I’m such a cry baby. Please, someone help slap the hell out of me when I start to cry again. I was crying in the bus, it was dark and I was sitting alone and everyone was fast asleep so maybe that’s why I was feeling a little bit emotional. Damn it, Syerroro, you are such a drama queen.

I cried because I just couldn’t believe that I did it. It was hard. It was so hard and challenging for me. I thought of giving up so many times but I still continued. I didn’t give up when the rest left. I was so proud of myself. 

I’m 86 lbs and 5’1 and I suck but why not? I mean, WHY THE FUCKING NOT?

See, I’m getting emotional again. It was not something to be proud of but to me this is huge. I’m not this kind of girl who punches and kicks people and get slap, punches, pushes, reverse kick, all type of kicks without any reasons. I’m weak. Physically and emotionally. 

The training before the big test was harsh. 4 days straight every week. Bruises, blood, black and blue mark here and there but all is good. All is well. I survive and if I could do it all over again, I would. (Yekee ni?) Okay, maybe not but I miss training with just the 15 of us. It would be never be the same again and it’s true that you never miss what you had, ’till it’s gone and sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

Thank you. Thank you for the tears, laughs and smiles.

20 November 2015, around 10:20 PM

If you suck at it, you might just as well enjoy it.

Before the test;

I was jumpy. I just couldn’t wait for them to call my name. “Let’s just get over it fast!” I want all of it to end quickly. My heart beat went dupdapdupdap like seriously dupdapdupdap. My heart was thumping fast. I was eager and impatient because all of this stress I had for almost 1 month of training was going to be over soon.


“Syerr, do it faster.” “Syerr, punch harder.” “Syerr, you can do it but do it faster.” “Syerr, faster. Faster.” And that was the only thing I could remember and I showed him my “Tolonglah terima saya seadanya/Please accept me the way I am” kind of look. The head judge kept calling my name over and over again and I never despise my name but I felt like changing my name after the test.


Hell, I was happy and shaking. I walk quickly to find my other teammates and I was so glad when I saw their faces, the faces that know. I called their name with my high pitched voice, smile from ear to ear like I just saw them for the first time after a very long separation. Again, drama queen. But that’s just how glad I am. I felt lost and so relieved when I heard people calling my name and then I saw them sitting together waiting the rest of us to finish. They are just.. love. Thank you.

I tried, I did my best and sometimes, that is enough but it’s still not over. I still have my theory test this 2nd of December at 9PM. LOL.


Ahli Silat Cekak Cawangan Kelantan at Persatuan Seni Silat Cekak Malaysia, Kelas Latihan Shah Alam


Wish me luck and fare thee well.