This week is pretty hectic. I have three essays more to go due on 25 May, 4 June, and 8 June. Also, this is Ramadan month which I actually have some to do list as well such as read Quran one day one juz. I also genuinely want to write to you all of my very first experience fasting in Australia, but I merely have time about it.
Anyway, before I ‘talk’ about my fasting experience, I would like to talk about this blog. So, I actually have two blogs, this one and the other one that I deactivated. I set it as a private mode so no one can’t see it but me because I write some personal stories there. I don’t want to see it again, and I don’t want people to reread it, because what’s done is done. However, somehow, a few weeks ago I feel like my posts on my other blog is precious and it is what’s a waste if just dump it like that. So, I export it to this blog, and tadaaaa there are more than 400 posts from 2013 on this blog. But, now, I realise, why I do I even did it. Thank God that WordPress has an excellent system, and I can move those post into draft posts easily.
The reason I made a new blog, Not Average Girl, because I want this blog is much more professional and less private stuff of my daily life. Ideally, I want to run two blogs, this one is to share my scholarship and school stuff, while the other is where I can tell you my personal stories, my romance stories, in a frank way, and just be me. Meanwhile, I just can’t run two blogs. It is exhausted, and I don’t have much time. So, I exported all of my posts here without thinking about the consequences, and have moved it again into drafts post. I’m so-so-so silly.
I love writing on the blog, even telling my personal stories. Yet, recently, I feel like, people are judging me based on what I write here. I don’t know whether this is just my anxiety or what, but I have changed my mind, and I don’t want to write too personal stories. I used to write everything on my blog, and it is so much fun! And a lot of people leave comments on my blog, share their experience or leave a suggestion. I also used to write about my romance life. When I re-read it again, I feel like, “Omg, it is such a drama”, “Omg, why do I even like this bloke”, and whatsoever. And I still do remember about a guy who liked me, but he also liked another girl in the same time. It’s so funny. Now he is so chill to me, I don’t even know whether he remembers what he did in the past. He was like, “Hi Gadis, can you write some wishes to me on a piece of paper and capture it when you hang out somewhere in Australia”. I’ll be like, dude. Okay, I’ll leave it here.
Alrighty then, so here we go, my first Ramadan in Australia.