Never without a plan

Amidst readjusting to the jetlag, few weeks back, this happened.


Basically, she was bored and tried to wake me up plus make the rest of my day miserable. BAHAHAHA.

Luckily I couldn’t hear the phone ringing nor the vibration from the texts. That extra few hours of sleep was GOLD.

I was already groggy when I replied her but what made me off to a grumpy start to my day was that all she wanted to know from me is… If I was going anywhere.


👊👊👊 SHAFAAAA!!! 😱😱😱

Waking people up without a plan is as good as being a bully. #Shafaisabully

But of course, *cracks knuckles*, I forgive her cause she totally “redeemed” herself by meeting us out … before making me wait for, what, an hour? because she was boiling noodles AND HAD DINNER BEFORE MEETING ME FOR DINNER.




I have such good friends right!!!??? #worldsbestfriend

The best part???… was this.


💔💔🍩🍮🍦🍨🍧🎂 My poor dessert(s). Whoever had ours on our behalf better had savoured the moment. 🍰🍪🍫🍬🍭💔💔

Another one

T’was a Friday, we were in good mood, the ladies was decent, we OOTD-ed.


F: ‘Aqilah! The lighting is strange! …’


Me: What do you want me to do?? Bend like this?? Is this going to help? 😂😂😂

F: …Never mind, I’m just gonna snap’


If you’ve met Shafa (from this blog or personally), then you should know Filzah.

We go wayyyyyyyy back to before either of us reached adolescence. There’s just one too many stories of us – the things we’ve done together – to be shared.

It’s probably easier for us to re-enact everything in a 5 (or more!) season drama than for me to blog any of it. But because we’re still an ongoing drama, haha!, that first five season is not happening anytime soon.

I would love to share at least one or two of our funnier stories that’s in our imaginary ‘History & Mischief Book of Filzah x Aqilah’ but I don’t think I can get through typing it without laughing so hard.

This girl taught me so too much that most of the things I do are because of her influence.

From the way I organise my music file(s) in the computer or iTunes all the way to how now I can speak, read and write in Hangul (korean alphabets). Not as good as a native, but good enough to get me out of jail if I ever get caught doing something stupid whilst holiday-ing there, soon enough, I hope. Korea, of course. Not jail.

She even knows my colour. Y’know how people have a colour (aura) of their own. I’m very colourful *flips hair* but my main colour is yellow.

The only reason that I can think of as to why I’ve never mentioned her here before is that I started blogging before or during our cold war (haha, oh the drama!), which was during our Poly days and when we roughly reconciled, both of us left Singapore for uni. She, in New Zealand and me, England.

I guess, every time we’re together, we just go back in time to our six years old selves and you know kids, after 5 minutes fight, they forget all about it and start playing together again like nothing happened.

Now that we’re both back for good and have many planned and unplanned mischief, our folks eyes are on both of us.

Oh! I can share this. It’s not thaaaat funny, but if it really happened, it definitely goes into our already bursting imaginary book of mischief.

*Last Friday, 11.30pm ish~*



F: Aqilah! QUICK! QUICK! QUICK! If we miss the last train because of this horse, I’m not gonna let this slide! We are sooo capable of making such things happen!

Me: Ok! Ok! I’m not it!

Don’t worry, we totes manage to catch the last train and last bus, hehehe. 😂✌️

✈️ To Singapore

Warning: This is a long post. Proceed with care and patience.

Part one here.

Because our flight were delayed for quite a bit, when we landed, there were couple of ground staff to assist transit passengers whose next leg of flight is about to depart soon, quickly to their respective boarding gates.

Since I’ve got about an hour, I wasn’t considered late. Pfft. Rushed to and through the long security line to get my carry-onssssss re-x-rayed and when I’ve finally cleared, I only had 40 minutes left. At that point, I still didn’t know which gate and which building I’ll be boarding at and, most importantly, I’ve yet to do my prayers. *panic*panic*panic*

After few elevators and train to my get to my gate (oh the hassle), I finally reach the lounge.

For the past few trips, my gate seems to be riiiiiight at the end of the world wing. So if this time I’m boarding from the same gate, they either need to put me on a buggy or put me on the next flight.

This time, I was really, really, lucky. Like seriously. It was the first gate, to the right of the receptionists and to their left was the prayer room.

My heart literally went, ‘Alhamdulillah, Thank you Godddd’ as my leg whooshed to the ladies prayer room.

I literally chopped chopped did my ablution, peacefully did my prayers, played with a little boy accompanying his mother to prayers, chopped chopped put on my skincare again (aircraft’s air is seriously dry. Gave me nosebleed and flaky skin all) and ran past the cafe area, bidding adieu to the pastries that were shouting for me (cried a little inside guys) and ran behind the receptionist area to my gate.

As mentioned above, my gate is right at the front, first on the right. After running past the receptionists, I decided to brisk walk, cause entering the aircraft sweating is just. not. cool.

By then, the flight status was already ‘gate closing’ and the staff at the counter shouted to me from afar, going, ‘SINGAPORE!?’ and gave me hand signal to walk faster.

I was instastory-ing that moment (masih, eh aqilah. sempat sangat. #priorities) and with 4 carry-ons and a phone, and looking for my passport all. at. the. same. time, I couldn’t even raise my hand to signal her a ‘yes’.

So with all that I had, I gave her a soft ‘yes‘ and whatever pace I was walking was the best that I can give her. Hahaha. My carry-ons were really slowing me down. >.<

Since most people have already boarded (nothing new), I had to go down myself and luckily, a staff by the lift kindly helped me call for it (the lift), seeing that my hands were full. Bless that woman.

When I FINALLY stepped in the aircraft, a stewardess helped me with 2 of my carry-ons and despite all that help, my paper bag still banged on other passengers (yes, plural. *hides face*) .

OH.MY.GOD. Such ruckus in the morning.

I really Thank God no passenger made a complaint against me or kick me out of the plane.

Met an old couple on board and one of them gave me a smile and chuckled when he saw me unpacking LeeRoid.

I gave him a ‘You got your wife. I got my LeeRoid,’ smile. Bahahaha.

So yeah. That was probably the busiest transit I’ve ever had in my life. *dramaaa*

The first thing that I did after fastening my seatbelt was switch on the massage chair. GAWD. I SO. NEEDED IT.

Packing. Lack of sleep. Running here and there really took a toll on me.

Was looking for it in the previous aircraft. I guess that aircraft is a newer A380 but one feature that was not available was that. So, I’m just so grateful to be in this older new aircraft.

Ya feel me!?



Never switching this off for the next 7 hours. Bahahahaha.

*7 hours later…


…. and a moment of can you please let me be and allow me to control my TV at my comfort, 😂😂😂 #rebel #controlfreak #controlissues*


I touched down safely.


Poor LeeRoid has had a long day. *criesss*

Shafa once asked me, prior to flying back home, if there’s anyone fetching me.


Then I went on to tell her that when you disappear quite frequently, there’ll come a point in time where no one sends and pick you up anymore. The person who sends and pick you up is the taxi uncle or aunty.

So this happened.












They’re sooo sweet and I’m getting diabetes (choy ah!).

They were off to watch movie after fetching me, without me, worrying that I’d be jetlag and shagged whatnots. Puhlease, me? Jetlag? Jetlag can’t touch me. I’m invincible to jetlag and before they could even whip their ez-link card out or join the taxi queue, I packed both of them in the car that was sending me home.

Three of us finally meeting and ditching me for a movie was part of their plan? Na-ah. Ain’t letting that happen.

So when I finally reached home, salaam and kiss my nenek, meet the new helper all, I went to my room to look for my parcels of clothes which I have been buying for the past one year. Only found 2 boxes of scarves. No clothes. Hmmmm, I’m gonna be doomed but I’m also gonna be okay.

*calms down* open suitcases* panic again*



Luckily these two quickly turned their stylist mode on and helped me put together a decent outfit.


As you can see, I only have shawls and my furry friends with me.

The best part?

My clothes are only coming to me in 3 months time cause I chose freight by sea. #goodluckaqilah

(This post is being published three weeks after. So another two and a half months of goodluck to me.)

After few rounds of ‘yes this is not bad’ and ‘no, I won’t walk beside you if you wear that’, we finally set our foot out of my house with me looking pretty decent.


As you can see, I’m wearing nothing fancy. Haha. All those trouble.

But seriously, without these two, I’d probably end up going out in a long gown and Tat Seng slippers rationalising formal clothes meets super casual footwear, don’t judge me, you ain’t no Tyra Banks, *flipsshawl* and all that shenanigans cause we all know how I’m sooo more than capable of doing stupid things like that, hahaha.

With that, my day ends through 3 cities, with an eighteeeeeen hour flight, a short ‘Hello home, I’ll see you tonight,’ a partially empty train ride (miss this! Say goodbye to London tube.), a trip to the movie theatre and a simple dinner before heading back home to retire for the looooooooong day.


Two of my few other rocks.

I heart you gals many many.


Oh, and, I take back about being invincible to jetlag. 15 hours of uninterrupted deep deep sleep for the next few days proves otherwise. Haha. Oh wells. *shrugs*

Share with me your most longest or most dramatic flight! I’d love to know!

The flatlay fun: Victoria Beckham X Estée Lauder

The ringing phone woke me with a jolt. The second I grabbed my phone, the ringing stopped, making all that fumbling effort moot.

One miss call from Lily.

Ok, ok, in a bit. All this waking up with a jolt business gave me headache and heart palpitation. Hahaha. #NOTOLD

Before returning the call, I checked my message inbox and turns out she sent me a sweet message to start my day.




Then, as I was stoning and zoning out to calm myself back to sleep, my dad waltz in and gave me a parcel.

First a birthday wish. Now a birthday present!? What next? A dessert buffet set up in my room?

*throws virtual confetti*

But no.

It was something that I bought online last Friday so, no excitement there. You might even put a Birkin fresh cream vanilla cake with fresh fruit right in front of my fayce and without batting an eyelid I’ll just turn to the other side and lull myself to sleep. That’s just how mehh I was feeling.

After another 2 hour nap, I happily picked the parcel and unbox it.

Wanna see? Wanna see?? Wanna see?!?!

Well, I’ve given it away from the title, but still, WANNA SEE!?

*clasp hands in excitement*



An excerpt from her website for this collaboration.

I remembered some interview of hers on Youtube some time back that make-up(s) and fashion should be something fun and not a chore.

So that’s what this fun did. Have some fun.

Flatlay before breakfast surely doesn’t hurt. If anything, it might improve my digestive system instead, hehe.


This purchase was definitely nothing short of drama (well, at least for me).

First, this lightbox.


The price tag didn’t surprise me one bit. What surprised me was that it was already sold out.


But nah, no hard feelings cause secondly, there’s not much that I can use due to the colour palette of the collection and also the condition of my skin. So I opt for the eye liner, only, at first.

Upon second thought, I felt bad for the staff who’ll pack this purchase and also the courier guy. Just one pencil for all this trouble?

*Adds lip liner to cart*

As I checked out, only the eye liner was reflected.

Excuse me Victoria, the lip liner too please? What’s up with your website?

Then it clicked to me that someone else might have snagged that last lip liner while I was contemplating. Hehe, sorry Victoria! #wereonfirstnamebasisnow #besties

The price for contemplating = NO LIP LINER FOR YOU, YOU FUSSY GIRL.

But for some reason, when the email confirmation came in, both items were listed.


So yeah. That was the mini episode of heart dropping and heart on cloud nine business.

For now please excuse me while I…











enjoy my new toys.

(Sighh, please excuse the image quality. Time to change phone 😵)

Shall I share another bimbo moment?

The minute uncapped the lip liner, it fell off my hand and landed straight to the carpet chipping part of the tip.


Oh and I’ll save you the trouble of going to her official website and clicking the collaboration page all.

Here’s where you can shop the Victoria Beckham X Estée Lauder line.

P.s, the light box is back in stock. So if you have spare change of £850 or ($1680), treat yourself and don’t forget about me okay!

Have fun, and you’re very welcome!

Sweet Lazy

‘Lazy days’ for me is when I wake up, ‘like‘ one, two, or a few pictures on Instagram and/or Facebook, and that’s it, khalas, pull up the blanket cause I’m done for the day.

I mean, c’mon, I couldn’t get any lazier than this can I? It’s a day where probably no calories are burned at all. (Except for that one time where I dropped a raw egg and refuse to clean it for a few days and reasoned it out as an experiment. You can try searching ‘humpty dumpty‘ on the search bar. I’m sure you’ll find some stupid things that I’ve done, haha).

But after today, I realise that that ‘Lazy Day’ was actually my ‘Lazier Day’.

Lazy day has totally been redefined to a day where I actually move, or have a simple task to achieve, despite feeling passive.

Like this: Wake up, bathe, have a chat with your aunts who came over, actually get out of the house, hop on the bus, grab a box of cupcakes, chill at your cousins place while having cupcakes, discuss about dramas and handbags and a-yo! we’re done for the day.







Task Mission accomplished when I left Mba Nana’s house with a box of cupcakes, hehe.







9pm at my cousin’s.

With dim lighting whatnot, she’s set the perfect ambiance for my our date with my cousin our cupcakes.

Being possessive with my food (as usual), that Dettol spray is not leaving my sight. Ain’t letting no pests ruin my cupcakes day.

The only regret I have till today for this cupcake order is that I ordered only half a dozen.


It’s the first time I’m having it after what, 2 years? and I only ordered 6!?

After sharing and our little catch up, I brought back two home, one for each brother. #bestsisteroftheyear

At 2am, as regrets poured in, I opened the fridge and took a little (I swear it’s a little) bite and shut the fridge’s door like nothing happened.

At 4am, my dad asked me if he could have one.

Good stuff is meant to be shared so of course I said, ‘go ahead’.

By afternoon, while one brother is at work and the other is at school, I kept pacing and lingering around the fridge.

How can I ask two boys to share one cupcake. Wait, no, it’s not even one anymore thanks to your bite. See! You should’ve held it in.

That poor imperfect cupcake must be sooo cold and lonely.

So I did what any superhero would do, I saved that last cupcake. Put it out of it’s misery of being cold and lonely in the fridge by putting it in my mouth, teehee. #whatbrothers?

I’d like to end this post with a ps to myself.

P.s: Dear Aqilah.

It was a noble act to order less and savour the cupcake like it’s a limited edition dish on the menu. But try to just be a liiittle realistic. Also, stop looking at that picture and just.stop.salivating!

If there’s any ‘life lesson’ that I can impart to you at this juncture in my life, my dear readers, it’d be never buy less cupcakes. Just go for it. Don’t make the same mistake as I did.

*wipes tears and drools*