Lindy can’t sit with us

Gonna cut right to the chase here before my cool comes in.

I was in the bus on my way home and on one of the first few seats, there was this lady comfortably seated, legs crossed, playing with her phone while less than two steps away, there was another pregnant lady standing and holding on whatever was around to keep herself balance.

I’m gonna call the seated lady Lindy, because she was carrying the Lindy bag.

Lindy sat with her back facing the rest of the passenger.

When those standing passenger lightly.and.accidentally pressed themselves or their bag on Lindy, she’d glare at them, go ‘tsk’ and continue playing the game on her phone. She lost one round btw. Made me happy, haha. #petty

I mean it’s not like those around her purposely push themselves on her. It was the movement of the bus and they can’t help it.

When she reached her stop, because there was quite a number of people from the front moving to the back, her movement got delayed as she wanted to alight from the front. By the time she got to the front door, it was already shut. Instead of pressing the bell or saying nicely to the bus driver ‘excuse me,’ she frowned and said ‘sorry (open the door)’.

I don’t enjoy judging people but observing 1) discriminating people who don’t carry designer bag just because we can afford it is just plain rude. Hello, God can take that rizq away from you anytime. He can make it rain cats dogs alligators the moment you step out of the bus till your Lindy can’t be saved anymore. 2) Having a designer bag doesn’t entitle a person to ignore those in need more. The seat was a yellow coloured seat. Yellow coloured seat are for children, elderly andΒ pregnant women.

(Omg, the rage I’m feeling right now… and she only stays one stop away from me. How insulting! Hahaha *drama* but true.)

My point is, (today’s not my good writing day guys, sorry!), since when does carrying a designer bag allows you to treat people who does not carry a designer bag any differently. Just because someone’s nylon bag got pressed against your leather bag doesn’t give you the right to frown and go ‘tsk’ at them.

If carrying designer bag makes you feel that others are such a muggle and lower than you then please, isolate yourself. Get your limo driver to send you home since you can afford an Hermes. Bus, train and taxi must be crampin’ your style.

I don’t care if you carry a crocodile Birkin or an ostrich Birkin. If you don’t have manners, maybe you should sell that bag away and enroll yourself in a class which teaches manners.

Hopefully, she can afford to buy a bus of her own soon. Lindy can’t sit with us. Because Lindy is tooΒ atas.

On a sidenote, gonna be honest, eversince I laid my eyes on the Lindy bag few years ago, I fell in love with it. The fold and structure is just *gaaaaasp* 😍😍😍😍😍 but of course, it’ll take time before I can afford it comfortably. You know, I’m sure there’ll come a day where I wake up going, ‘Hmmmm… I have $12k extra money lying on the floor to throw around. What should I do with it? Oh yes, let’s get another bag’. And when that day come, if you ever see me be all snooty about it, please buy an ice cream and smother it all over my Lindy and show me this post k! I promise to not charge you for a new piece or the cleaning fee (if it can be saved). Bahahaha.

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The Lindy Bag.

(I need one in Rose Jaipur!Β πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ)

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Ps: The colour of Lindy’s Lindy was beautiful btw.Β πŸ™ˆπŸ˜‚

Sigh, it’s so hard to be a girl.

 

Oxford Daytrippin’

Last Spring, amidst pre-final submission, while I was hating myself and the life choices I made – Architecture? What was I thinking!? (don’t worry, I’m cool with it now) – Irna came to town with her friends. We set a date for just the two of us and I thought Oxford sounds way better than London. Body surfing in central London doesn’t sound like a good idea to distress. So the countryside it is!

It was flippin cold but with a good company, I was cozy that day and boy we had funnnnn!

After Fish and Chips in a cafe in the market, we walked around and stumbled upon a dainty tea shop.

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The inner English person in me (go ahead, I give you permission to roll your eyes) got very excited and bought few of the loose teas. My pantry at home never smelt so invigorating before. 😍😍😍

Then as usual, it started pouring, so we seek shelter through few shops and by the time when the sun was out, again, we were so exhausted walking around that we sat on the bench along the road.

For me, that day was one of those days where you get that day that you’ve always wanted.

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AΒ slow day just to appreciate and be aware of what’s around you, be relaxed and have no plans, no rush nada. To breakaway from my piles of work, enjoying the outdoor which was not too cold with just the right amount of sun was nice!

The fun part of all was we went punting! The last time that I went punting was with my cousin and her friend.

So, of course, I was excited to enjoy the water with my friend. Till the guy selling the ticket told us that we’d have to paddle it ourselves if we want a boat to ourselves.

I’m sold for some quiet time for two.

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Afterwards we had a long walk to the mosque and a rushing taxi ride back to the train station to catch our respective trains. Only in the taxi ride back did we realise the long walk that we had for the day and omg, we were crazy!

But whatever it is, as usual, I had a good day with you, sore legs or not.

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🌍: Oxford, UK

Living Dangerously

I’ve had a looong day today, running around, researching for some stuff, applying emergency leave and leaving the office pretty late.

On top of that, I was rushing to get to my train station asap to buy desserts for a short trip (will blog more about this later, promise) and the train driver was just not helping.

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Identity protected for safety purposes. a.k.a we’re not crayzayΒ πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ

When I reached the first mall, their selections were meh and I had to rush through lots of people who had all the time in the world. Seriously guys, care to move it, Β move it? What does a girl got to do to reach the next bakery chop chop?

I digress. Anyway, as I reached the bakery, the aunty refused to make me waffles because they were closing and they’ve cleaned their machines (I put my hands above the machine and it was still hot guys. Could make a crepe there). *cries inside*.

Not only that, they didn’t have the desserts that I like so I had no choice but to buy the ones that are on my ‘well I guess you’ll do’ virtual dessert shelves.

After all these series of heartbreak and rejection, *drama*, I came home to no cooked dinner.

WHAAAT? HOOWW? OK LET’S KEEP CALM.

So I took deep breaths, organised my thoughts and decided, “Okay! I’ve been diligent and good this week so lets not wait for Friday to start the weekend!”

“Tonight, it’s all about YOLO. I’m gonna live tonight dangerously. This is how we gonna rock the night away and bring the house down!”

*open*close*lights fire*open*close*

Grab a packet of awesomeness something and few other awesome stuff and voila!

Instant noodles with egg, frozen Mexican chicken and Coffee and Peanut cake roll.

So yeahhhh..Tonight, this is as dangerous as it gets. Living with MSGs is the the way to go!

What’sΒ hypertension, clotted arteries, diabetes and other whatnots right?

The best part of this dangerous food biznez? I don’t digest noodles well. BAHAHAHA. JOKES ON ME!

So here I am, 2am, on the bed, snuggling under my comforting duvet with thick socks on (even my grandmother doesn’t sleep with socks *hides face*) having upset stomach.

But it’s okay. The heart got what it wanted (aside from clotted arteries haha) so now the stomach got what it deserves – heartburn baby!

But for you, food, I’ll go through this a million times. #glutton

Not crazy

Found this few weeks back and made it as one of my few wallpaper playlist. This morning, it’s the first picture that popped out of my desktop reminding that I’m (somewhat) normal (cause a lil’ crazy is good actually, at least in my book, hahaha).

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Credit: Google Image(s)

Have a good Friday err-badeh!