Banting

You.

You are mine!

Yeah!

Thank you!

Yasmin.

Mom?

Yasmin.

I thought I told you!

No more wrestling!

No!

Slam.

Yas, wake up!

There’s still time.

What do you mean that there's still time?

Hurry! Wake up.

Now!

So, this is me.

Yasmin Muhammad.

If you guys haven’t managed to guess:

I’m a wrestling fan.

Masks.

Figurines.

DVDs.

Posters.

T-shirts.

I have them all.

I’m late. I’m late!

I live with my mom and grandpa.

My mom is a religious teacher in our neighbourhood.

She’s the reason why I’ve managed to...

...memorise the Quran before I was seven.

So now, whenever I’m free

she'd ask me to help her teach the kids.

They absolutely love it!

You’re so much nicer than your mom.

I know, right.

In my house, my mom’s rules are pretty extreme.

Seriously.

No rock music.

No kissing.

No figurines.

No.

No.

Definitely no.

But all these couldn’t compare to when

she found my sister’s cigarette stash.

All hell broke loose.

Is it that nice? Hmm?

Let me try!

Nice?

Is it really THAT nice, Nissa! Huh?!

I’m late! I’m late!

If I’m living with just my mom...

...chances are we’d kill each other.

Luckily, there's my grandpa.

One thing that is good about my grandpa...

...is that he keeps up with the times.

Recently, he’s been into...

Facebook.

Twitter.

Even Instagram!

Bye, Grandpa.

Bye, I'll go first.

Who’s buying the cake?

Sis is. Bye!

Hey! Hey!

What do you want?

I’m late. I need a lift, please.

Forget it. Go take a taxi.

Zaidy Salihin!

Zaidy was my first and last boyfriend.

I still remember the day

he asked me to be his "steady".

Do you want to be my girlfriend?

Okay.

Can I get a kiss? - Ewwww!

Ewww yourself! This is so over!

So our relationship only lasted five seconds.

So what?

Good evening everyone. Please settle down.

Hi I'm Edmund, the owner of the club.

Are you okay?

Okay.

Guys, let's put our hands together for...TAZZ!

Alright, let's go guys.

Say something nice to me now.

You're going to be awesome.

As usual.

Zaidy has ambitions to be the next John Mayer.

But his father has other plans for him.

So when he told his father that

he wanted to be a musician...

...his father said:

Music?!

Are you crazy?

Yup. His exact words.

So now, Zaidy has to sneak out

of his house to go for gigs.

As not to disappoint his fans...

Go TAZZ!

Thank you to the lovely lady over there!

Thank you.

I love you TAZZ!

The next song that we will be singing is "Break Free".

And this is how it goes...

Okay fine. Maybe I'm their only fan for now...

...but I know things are about to change.

Okay, thank you.

Wish me luck!

Bye!

Okay.

But for now, I need to just

submit my scholarship forms.

I hope I'm not late!

You are late!

We’ve sent all the submissions to our head office.

We take the submission deadline really...

...really, really seriously.

I really have to submit these documents.

Please...it’s not that I am a day late.

Just ten minutes.

Bro...

To get this scholarship...

...you have to submit a University Academic Essay

of no less than 10,000 words.

And if your essay is good enough,

you'll be shortlisted for the scholarship.

The award ceremony will take place

at the end of June.

Questions?

Okay, at the end of June...

So when is the deadline again...?

I'll just check the website.

Okay...

Ass Manager.

It's Assistant Manager.

Look, there's a dot here.

Assistant!

Which means I’m higher ranked than all of you.

So go and empty the trash.

You know what?

I prefer you before you became an Ass. Manager.

If you're jealous just say so.

She's just jealous.

Jealous?

Of course I am!

Who wouldn't want to be an Ass. Manager?

Zaidy. Yasmin.

Who locked the cafe last night?

I did. Is there a problem?

No, no problem.

It's just that the back door wasn't locked.

It's okay. It's not an issue.

Really?

It's okay.

I only found out because...

...I came back yesterday night...

...and I found the back door unlocked.

So I just walked in.

But it's okay.

Everything is fine.

Nothing was broken or stolen.

I understand...

Actually, I was the one who locked up yesterday.

Yasmin locked up the day before.

The days are moving so fast

sometimes I tend to forget. I'm so sorry.

No problem. I was a mistake, right?

We all make mistakes.

One day, you are going to get yourself in trouble

and he won't be here to save you.

And you...

...you are going to get yourself fired

for trying to save her.

Understood?

So you need to write an essay?

So what are you going to write about?

I’ve no idea.

All I know is, I have to write something

I feel passionate about.

You?

And passion in one sentence?

That hurts!

Have you read this?

That's rubbish.

Why is it rubbish?

Of course it is!

Just because they wear the hijab

doesn't mean they are not good.

Hey, hijab girls can play soccer too!

What if they get a heat stroke?

It's true.

Let’s admit it.

Girls in hijab can’t do everything

that other normal girls can.

Don't utter nonsense!

Look.

Society can’t dictate what a person

can or cannot do based on

what he or she wears. Okay?