Month: June 2018

Dear Lisya, I randomly thought about you the other day as I drove home. It has been years we haven't heard from each other. Over those time, I had to re-format my phone causing me to lose your address and I found out you aren't using your previous number anymore. Our friendship is really a… Continue reading To Elisya.

My going-out attitude goes like this: the later in the day the going-out is, the lazier I am to go. I like having things done in the morning. Which explains why we had always thought parking fee at KLCC is expensive until recently; because we had always went to KLCC before 12 and leave at… Continue reading Drooping Lids

I am officially restarting my #fariniminusten today. Oh come on, any person undergoing weight loss regime must have done the restarting thing at least one. It's not just me, admit it. This time, I even put a timeframe of two months. That was in the heat of trying to convince my sister in-laws that I… Continue reading [#fariniminusten] Restarting

"Maybe I should change the tea party theme to 'Batman'. You can come as Two-Faced." I watched the smile faded from Cheshire's face. The first time I must have seen him without that annoying smile. For a brief second, he looked like a normal, old cat. Not a floating, appearing-disappearing one. And then the smile… Continue reading [Alice] The Two-Faced

My dad passed away the night of 27th of Ramadhan. I had cried significantly less than I thought I would. It was a usual Monday. Bustling with people checking that all the drawings are up for the upcoming fix meeting. A fix meeting is a meeting where we get the management's approval to fix certain… Continue reading My Dad

On Wednesday, my husband and I had our second buffet ramadhan of our lifetime. I will blog much much more about that later, but for now, I want to talk about something else. We went to Hotel Bangi-Putrajaya for the buffet because it has serawa durian. No buffet with serawa durian can be wrong. But… Continue reading The Story of Kek Lapis

I had never believed there would come a day when I will *need* five different bags in my closet. I'm not a bag person. I know women are associated with bags and shoes all the time, that's how names like Birkin (ek ehem) came to live in this world. But I'm not one of those… Continue reading Of Bags and Shoes. Or Maybe Just Bags.