Summer plans

Before I came back to Malaysia I'd thought about what I was gonna do during summer. I've got 3 months of holiday in my hands – no post-holiday exams (like we used to have in KY pfft) and no more assignments to worry about. My mind went on crazy overdrive. Imagine bringing a kid to a candy store and telling him that he can have anything that he wants. Obviously at first he doesn't know where to begin, and once he does, he can't stop grabbing the candies. That's how mini Fatin was like in my mind. Running around here and there, all kelam kabut because there's just SO much that I want to do. A hundred ideas attacked my thoughts at one time:

I can get a job.

I have to catch up with all of my friends.

I have to meet the people that I've only been in touch with through social media.

I can take my cousins on a roadtrip.

Go cuti with the family if my dad can get some days off (but unlikely).

I have to go to USS.

I have to eat all of the (cheap!!!) Malaysian food that I can't get in London.

Oh, and play sports.

I wanna start horse-riding!

Maybe take up Arabic classes (I have to be productive somehow, right).

And sewing classes! Think of all the skirts that I can make! (Don't even know when)

Eh and I think I might as well take a course on Microsoft Office (still a noob on the complex stuff).

Hmm should I also shop in KL or wait till I balik London.....

And the list went on and on. At one point I mentally grabbed mini-me in my mind and shook myself hard. STOP. There was no way that I'll be able to do everything. I have three months, not three years. So I started organising my to-do list, with the more important things being at the top. I say "organise" and not "revise" because I'm degil and in denial like that. Somehow, by the grace of God, I will find a way to do most of the things on my list (snorts).

So mula-mula I thought of doing an internship with FashionValet. I sent them my CV and everything, but the office is just too far for me to commute back & forth everyday, and I wouldn't have time to do much else anyway, so my parents said no. There's that. Then I'd met many of my friends before bulan puasa, and done some raya shopping with my mum (money go bye bye, I cry cry). Now that Ramadhan is here, everything has to be put on hold for the moment until after raya. It's a shame to waste away this month and its barakah, kan? Everything else can wait.

Sooo, since I can't do much masa puasa, I've been taking Arabic classes since Ramadhan started. Basically I was like "Okay! It's time to reconnect with my roots! It's time to learn the language of the Quran! I want to understand what I say in solat! I'm ready to be an Arab!!" I was on fire. I felt so ready to cakap Arab and everything. Padahal I had to start at Level 1.

This morning in class I was a bit clueless and kept on giving wrong answers and my teacher concluded, "Fatin is hungry today." There are 2 other girls in my class but they're both so quiet and baik, so I'm pretty much the only one who always gives out wrong answers confidently. Not so surprising... My grandpa would probably facepalm himself if he heard me speak Arabic. Disgraceful. Hahaha.