First Impression: It’s Okay, That’s Love

It’s Okay, That’s Love (2014) tells the story of Ji Hae-Soo (played by Gong Hyo Jin), a sassy psychiatrist, and Jang Jae-Yeol (played by Zo In Sung), a naughty mystery writer and radio DJ. Read more about the synopsis and cast here.

It's Okay, That's LoveI was initially disappointed by its plagiarized teasers, but I’m happy to report that, minus the night club / bikini club scenes, the show is a pleasant mix of psychological and rom-com. I love that it is quirky, feel-good, witty and original. Consistency in the rom-com genre is a rare find but I sure hope the drama stays this way. Be sure to check this kdrama out. It promises to provide you with insights on mental illness! And love~!


Yesterday was Eid day and I, for one, had a bad day.

I could not begin my day blessed with Eid Namaz – slumber had overtaken me.
I could not paint my hands with henna – I had none at home.
I could not feel the same excitement as everyone else – instead, I agonized over not having a new dress.
I could not have a single meal together with my family – I was too busy sulking.

Late at night, as I watched news about Gaza’s only powerplant being bombed (by Israel) and Gaza consequently being shrouded in darkness, I wondered about how insignificant my issues were compared to theirs. SubhanAllah! Just think about their Eid. (Read about their Eid here)

I marvel at their strength, hope and courage to fight on, to live on, amidst the ceaseless oppression and slaughter of their brothers and sisters, not to mention virtually zero support from world powers. All they have is people power… and Allah.

#SupportGaza #FreePalestine

May Allah give respite to the Palestinian people and free them from their aggressor. Ameen ya Rabb!

On Babysitting & Laziness…

I happen to be a babysitter… but I know that I’m not cut out to be one.

Babysitting can be frustrating sometimes, especially for someone to whom fondness of babies doesn’t come naturally. Truth be told: being in the baby’s constant company has resulted in me developing warm, fuzzy feelings for him. Thank God he’s my own nephew, or else I would have torn my hair apart long ago!

If I had things my way, I’d be living totally detached from society. Caring for another human being is a new experience for me. But I’m grateful for this experience. Not only can I brag about it on my college application but it is also preparing me for caring for my babies in future in sha Allah.

Moreover, life seems less hectic when I keep myself busy. I think I’ve begun to understand a little about the evils of the idle mind. No wonder all those young people do whatever they can get their hands on. I can’t believe I’m saying this but yeah, laziness sucks big time.

Here are three wise sayings of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) regarding laziness:

  1. Narrated Abu Huraira, Allah’s Apostle said, “Satan puts three knots at the back of the head of any of you if he is asleep. On every knot he reads and exhales the following words, ‘The night is long, so stay asleep.’ When one wakes up and remembers Allah, one knot is undone; and when one performs ablution, the second knot is undone, and when one prays the third knot is undone and one gets up energetic with a good heart in the morning; otherwise one gets up lazy and with a mischievous heart.” (Bukhari, Book #21, Hadith #243)
  2. Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) used to seek refuge in Allah from laziness by mentioning this du’a (supplication) daily: O Allah, I take refuge in You from anxiety and sorrow, weakness and laziness, miserliness and cowardice, the burden of debts and from being over powered by men.’
  3. Everyone of you is a guardian and is responsible for his charges. The ruler who has authority over people, is a guardian and is responsible for them, a man is a guardian of his family and is responsible for them; a woman is a guardian of her husband’s house and children and is responsible for them; a slave (‘Abu) is a guardian of his master’s property and is responsible for it; so all of you are guardians and are responsible for your charges.(Bukhari, Book #46, Hadith #730)

(Hadith quoted from The Different Masks of Laziness (Part 1) – Productive Muslim)

First Impression: Dae Jang Geum

Dae Jang Geum posterWatching sub-par (but ratings-wise, popular nonetheless) so-called sageuks such as Jang Ok Jung, Living In Love (2013) and Empress Ki (2013) made me lose what little hope I had in finally discovering a brilliant (or likable!) sageuk … that is, until I came across Dae Jang Geum (2003).

I have been putting off watching it ever since I came across a snippet of it on BTV – perhaps in early 2013? Somehow I found the drama visibly set-like, tedious and generally off-putting. I could not be more wrong; reminds me of the time I was terribly mistaken about my Drama Love: First Love.

I wasn’t aware that sageuks could be so heartwarming, entertaining and historically accurate at the same time. One episode was enough to hook me. It gave me First-Love-ish feels with its fast-paced, engaging and endearing storytelling. While acting can make a world of a difference to a drama’s execution, tight writing and adept directing can raise a drama to “masterpiece” status. In this drama’s case, I believe writing, acting and directing are all spot-on.

I love how satisfying (but addictive!) Dae Jang Geum is. I’ve only watched 3 episodes so far (back-to-back) and it’s still too early to predict how it’s going to turn out. However I’ve only heard (ahem, read) praise about the drama and can only hope that this drama will (in sha Allah) be the first sageuk to steal my heart. Ameen! ^^

This is how dark I am

*robeobi heaves a deep sigh*

Today was a particularly rough day. Well, to depressed patients like yours truly, every other day seems like the worst day ever. Not that you should take depression lightly. I can’t help it. It’s like I’m engulfed in perpetual darkness – utterly unable to escape it. OK, there are times when I feel happy AND content – but then again, it’s only transient. I’m a bad Muslim, aren’t I? I reckon that I can count the number of times I’ve sincerely said “Alhamdulillah!” on one hand. You don’t want to view the world through my eyes. Everything is black and white. But mostly black.

At times like this, I wish I had a shoulder to cry on. One (best) friend in this whole, wide, ugly world would suffice. Or so I like to think. How can I not have ONE friend, you ask? A (not-really-close) friend of mine once told me that I emit an unfriendly aura – that could not be more true. I am deliberately yet unwittingly antisocial – I mean, sociophobic. I either hate or fear people. (And in rare cases, love-hate them. But I’ve never lurrrved anyone.) And once I hold a grudge against someone, I find it utterly difficult to look at him in good light.  That’s how dark I am.

Gimme a break, Studies!

“OK, I’ve had enough of coaching and exams. Give me a break, would you?”

The irony of Fate is that things rarely ever turn out the way you expected. Take our pre-university-coaching-fever, for example – or in my case, prep for the SAT and college application. I’ve always thought that people become fiercely determined to study hard and give it their all when it comes to university entrance exams. That may be true for a select few people but apparently most people, like me, turn around 180 degrees and throw in the towel at this point.

Being Sloth and an ever-procrastinator, I still haven’t started my studies for the SAT – even though the subject tests are right around the corner. There, I confessed it.

Every other night, I go to bed thinking, “this is it, I’ll begin studying like a hopeless nerd from tomorrow onwards.” Ah, tomorrow… the day that never seems to arrive. I blame depression more than own self. I don’t see the point of studying any more although I know that I should. I am not a (plastic) pretty doll who can land a rich hubby and ensure myself an easy, convenient life. I’m not from a financially solvent family – I must become a self-made woman. I have no brother who can fend for my parents in their old age – it’s up to my sister and me to take care of them (in sha Allah).

Thankfully, I still have time to brush up on my SAT prep. I just hope, hope, hope that I will be undepressed enough to keep focused on my IOU and SAT studies, and leave the rest to Allah. Aja aja fighting!

Aigoo! I’m not so pitiful after all

My parents have been telling me off for being vain & haughty for some time now – ever since I quit the self-sacrificial act and transformed into a selfish, rebellious teen instead – five years to be exact. I’ve dismissed their scolding as nonsense every time, and instead became defensive & mellow, spiting them for failing to understand the pitiful me.

Today is one of those rare occasions when I realize that their claims are not totally unfounded. I’d like to label myself as a good Muslim – a humble one, at that. But truth be told, money can buy me happiness. At least, gadgets can. I was all high & mighty when I swore that I’d never accept a gift on credit. And that I despise Apple products to death. Turns out, I fell in love with “my” iPad mini 2 at first sight. And I’m someone who does not even believe in love at first sight.

I guess it’s about time that I accepted that I’m all too comfortable in being a brazen-faced free-loader. Nine years should have been long enough to teach me that fact. Or so I had hoped.

 Being the naive day-dreamer that I am, I have all sorts of fantasies about marriage. (I blame Disney & kdramas for spoiling me.) And in many ways, the hope that true love will grant me respite from this tiring life is what keeps me going. (Pardon the cheesiness.) Much to my dismay, however, marriage is nowhere as rosy as I like to imagine. To me, Mr & Mrs Paprisshi seems like the happiest couple in the world when they’re in high spirits but that same OTP had a huge fight today. The very thought breaks my heart, yet I must remember that there are two sides to every coin. And hellooo, marriages takes work. A whole lot.

Another day went by and I hardly studied for IOU or the SAT. Better take more advantage of my less-depressed days next time, in sha Allah!