Fashion Dad, Fashion

Earlier this week, as I stepped outside of my room, my nose caught a whiff of tobacco smell.

‘Ahhhhhhh….Pops is up.’ …and true enough my dad was at the hall, on his phone – parents these days… Tsk. No ‘good morning’ nothing. BAHAHA.

So I greeted him with a ‘morning yo!’ and his sweet reply was…

Dad: Where are you going?



Me: Office? Why? What made you ask me that?

Dad: You’re going office like thaat?

Me: *scans self up and down* At least I did not forget to put my pants on…. Like one (or few) times back *

Me: What’s wrong with my outfit?

Dad: Why are you wearing trackpants to work?

Me: * stops twirling * (Yes I twirl around. Even. In. The. Morning.) It’s not trackpants laaaaa. It’s just a pants.


Me: * Leaving the house *

Dad: *Dad glanced at me one more time* Eh, I think something is wrong with your top. One is longer than the other.



😳😳😳*Smacks Self*😳😳😳

It is meant to be like thaaaatt…..

Dad: Oh, I thought something went wrong with it. Kids these days… ‘crooked’ clothes also wear…



Errr… I think I look pretty decent, if not chic.


And then we have someone like my dad that diss Michael Jackson’s fashion and goes ‘… Trackpants…’

Clearly my dad is out of touch with fashion. Time for a little trip to Zara with him maybe!

Laksa or McSpicy?

Do you have those days where you want to eat that, thaaat, thaaat, and everything else that comes across your mind? But one thing for sho, you know your stomach can only handle one or at the most two of those 1001 choices.

And while deciding that 2 out of 1001 choices, you accidentally activated your thinking face and look real mean, and people think you’re angry when all you’re doing is thinking about what to eat, yes?

If yes, then, ME TOO! *hi5!*

If no, then, you must be a guy with no ‘period is coming’ hunger pangs, thus, please go away.

The face my face makes, when my narrowed down ‘2 out of 1001’ choices is going for the final elimination round.




Who do you think will win this round?




Laksa with prawn and a nice bowl of comforting soup? or…dscf2220

McSpicy meal with no mayo, extra lettuce, add cheese?


When your desires overwhelms you, and, to avoid unnecessary spending….






and the winner is…





Teehee. 🙈dscf2226

😇: ‘You sure the heartburn is worth it?’

😈: ‘Yaaas, go heads. Trust yourself. You’ve lived till this day even after more than what, 100 McSpicy patties right?’


😇: ‘🙊🙊🙊, you’re right!’

*sunnies on*


Let’s go…20161205_131415.jpg


Have a good meal guys!


📷: Nura Jay

The Lucky/Chosen One

Exactly last week, as we were having meeting at Filzah’s crib, we got in touch with Yafiq, another friend of ours and long story short, he said he could meet us that very evening, *runs home to get ready*.

As we were getting ready, this conversation happened.

*excerpt from Shafa’s blog*

*Getting ready*

I swear I didn’t expect Filzah to own awesome make-up products.

Like excuse me, she was once the girl who said, “I have no time for make-up”, but look at her now, Kat Von D, Urban Decay, a complete brush set, lipsticks ahhhh you just name it man!

Aqilah: which colour suits me?

Me: *picks a random colour* you should try this, you’re always with that pinkish tone

After she’ve applied it on…

Me: Woman, you look good! I wanna try them too.

After I’ve applied…

Me: Omg girls, I look fierce. So not me.

Aqilah & Filzah: Nah you look just fine, really.

I trust their taste. So yeah, I bravely went out with that colour.

Me: What’s the name of the lip colour?

Aqilah: Pillow talk

Me: Ohh, Maher Zain eh?

Aqilah & Filzah: Zayn Malik laaaa, buat dosa je!

Hahaha, well I swear that was very selenge of me. Sorry Maher Zain, I didn’t mean what I said.


So yeahhh, now I know why we’re friends. Selenge-ness (Bimbo-ness) runs in our blood.

How the meeting went you ask?


T’was amazing, fun, a little messy but whatevs.

I totally don’t blame Yafiq if he went back with a headache for entertaining our nonsense which was REALLY DRAMATIC btw. #terriblethrees


Out of the few drama takes, this was the most decent picture of us.

Which reminds me, waaaay back in Secondary School, some of my friends would bring up this petua (old sayings) that people should never walk in group of threes. Whoever is in the middle, will die first.

I’m pretty sure the logic was just, if you walk in threes, it’s a little crowded, that’s all. *shrugs*

One thing I can attest to that is… if for the longest time, you keep being in the middle, something is definitely bound to happen to you.

For me, I got lucky.

Nope, didn’t strike the lottery or something.

I got a present from a birdie’s bottom, (Read: A bird 💩💩 on me!) while the three of us were walking towards Uniqlo.

Really birdie!? There were other TWO, if not THREE of us, and YOU CHOSE ME!?


Luckily, I was surrounded with lovely friends who the first thing they did, was, well, laugh before going ‘EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!’ #ifoundmyfriendsbytheroadside

Filzah was laughing heartily (she was literally out of breath, that woman) while snapchatting the BS situation away. Shafa saves my day by helping me get rid of the little poo poo with whatever tissue we manage to get hold off from our handbags.

 Thanks bae. What are friends for right? 😉



 *too much drama in one day*

Moral of the story…


 From now on, we’re taking group pictures like this. I refuse to be the middle person, anytime, anywhere.


good again

Uni is finally open after the long Easter weekend!

I can’t believe I’m actually saying this but, from Friday till yesterday (Monday), I was moping at home and can’t wait to be in uni.

So that’s what I did today, go to school to get some work done.

Instead of working at the workshop area, I decided to go to our (architecture student’s) floor aka the highest floor aka what I call the ‘Penthouse Level’.

The open studio was empty. Assa! Unpack, settled on a playlist and started cracking.

As I was video hopping, I stumbled upon Backstreet Boys album.

C’mon 90s baby. No matter how crappy you’re feeling, if any BSB song pops up, it’ll definitely momentarily throw you in the memory lane of good ol’ meaningful songs.

You pheel me!?

I was lightly singing along as I was doing my work when a tutor came over and went, “YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC SUCKS!”

Ok, fine. That’s what I heard.

He said, ‘I disapprove your choice of music, I was holding it in till you started singing. Do you have an earpiece please? I really need to finish my marking.”

Wah seh. First my choice in music. Then my voice. What next!? The length of my toes?

No one. I REPEAT, NO ONE has any right to diss another person’s choice in music. More so BSB! Even my aunt knows BSB!

I assumed there was no generation gap issue here. Boy was I wrong.

What a killjoy.

After a while, I packed my bag and left to do some damage control.

(and we all know what that means. mmmmhhmmmmm)

I’ve been wanting to try the desserts at Marks & Spencer. Went there. Looked at all the dessert selection and NOPE.

No dilation in the pupil.

No flutter in the heart.

No excitement.

We all know how I live my life around dessert.

That desire left. Nowhere to be found. Poof. Vanish.

I didn’t know what else to do. I don’t want to go home with this feeling.

Then I remembered that I haven’t buy something which my tutor recommended and quickly made my way to the particular store.

The moment I stepped in. Literally at the entrance, my shoulders had more strength, my pupils dilated, my heart flutters and my blood started flowing again (ok, that was exaggerated, but you feel me yeah).


Oh how I’ve missed you…..



The balm for any woes.

Sigh. I’m such a changed person no? Hehehehehehehe.


Look! Even got me-self a colouring book to colour the stress away.



Life’s good again guys.

short circuit

There’s just something about being on period.

I’m not referring about the cramps, backaches and hunger pangs.

Maybe it’s just me, y’know, 6000 words essay induces great amount of stress on my brain neurons, if there’s any at all left.


But I’m pretty sure some girls out there get this – the brain just cuckoos a little.

Had a date (meeting) with my tutor today and prior, I head to city centre to get my essentials.

–In Uni–


Tutor: How you?

Me: *with watery eyes* Smiles* Nods*

Tutor: That time huh?

*in head* JYEAHHH… That time. That that, that that time. THAT THAT THAT THAT TIME YO*

Me: Yup. The essay nerve’s crawling in.

During that meeting, there were two conversations going on simultaneously – for me.

I was talking with my tutor and having personal conversation with my self at the same time.

My head just went, ‘Noob! You didn’t buy your flippin pad!’

Immediately my body swayed towards my bag, ready to leave for the store, while we were having last few words.

I didn’t mean to be rude but the inner voice has spoken and taken control. Bahahaha.

Tutor: Any last few words? Anything you wanna bring up?

Me: *taken aback tryna find any fault, but there was none.* Err, nope. Sorry.

Tutor: Sokayy… Doesn’t have to have anything.

My face probably went into panicked mode when he asked that question. *smacks head*

After my date, I dashed back to the departmental store with heightened sense of focus.

Period brain is when your brain goes into short circuit mode and doesn’t function properly.

For example, you buy this when you were supposed to get pads.


Tsk. Tsk.

But whatevs, I’m in a happy place.

*tears Kinder Bueno packet*