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!

[Prequel] 2017: My handbook

Warning: Heavy image post ahead.

2016 has been another blessed year. So much good in goodness and blessings in trying times.


Started new year’s trip with Prague.


Welcomed 2016 in Vienna with -13°C.

When we thought it couldn’t get any colder, we were slapped with non other than



Went back to uni to continue my final project.


(This picture is uh, y’know, in case people think all I do is travel and not do any work.)

Then comes Spring, a very much needed break,


Met up with Irna in Oxford before heading to

13Amsterdam, our choice of destination. No regrets.


Back in uni, finished our final project, dissertation and graduation show. Graduated.


Went back to Brighton.

Got travel scholarship to Munich – my first personal holiday destination since I got here. Felt good to be back.


Went to few other places before imag4711.jpg





Vietnam and few other places.

So many blessings… my heart is full.

Will continue in a bit, my McSpicy is here.

As always, with me…

Food > errthang else.

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*

profile picture

Sometime back, I blogged about my dad adding me on Instagram.

I also mentioned that when I get back home last summer break, the first thing that I’d do is take a nice picture of him to replace his then and now (Oh god) profile picture that he use evvvveeerryyyywwwwhhhheeerrrreeeee.

Whatsapp, Instagram, Facebook, you name it.

I lost.

No pictures were taken. Nada. Zilch.

In my dad’s defence, he said that “unlike you kids, my profile picture is for business purposes. If people want to look for me on Whatsapp or any other social media, they won’t take long to find me.”

Thing is… his profile picture is straight up a passport picture.

Sure, everytime I want to Whatsapp him, it doesn’t take me more than two breathe to look for our conversation.

But what is also true, is that, every.single.time that I have to open our chat, I get all queasy inside.







Tell me







Won’t you hold your breathe having a conversation with this kinda facial expression person













Imagine this profile picture wishing you “Happy Birthday” or saying “Thank You”.


I always die a little inside when I receive message from my dad even before opening the message.


Because there is a chance it might be a ‘scolding message’ cause *ehemmm*, I’m pretty much the trouble-two-child. Hehe. When all he is asking is ‘When are you coming back?”

I die a little MORE inside when I want something from him or telling him something that I already bought (along with the justification which usually goes along the line ‘There’s VAT refund. It’s like on sale!) 😁✌️.

The reason for this post is also due to the fact that I want to buy something which I must ask before purchasing 😂😂😂 and I have to judge from that very facial expression if my dad is in a good mood or not. Not only that, I have to gauge the timing as well.



(Both image credits to Google)


Well, wish me luck for the thing that I want.


even better


“It’s Coach but, there’s no Coach bag or purse innit okay?” said my uncle as we met earlier today.

Gah! My eyes just went from 😶 to 😍 when I caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette – my uncle and aunt.

The warm fuzzy feeling on an extra cold day. ☺️☺️☺️

Seriously! Who do I complaint to about the weather!

We got autumn warmth in mid winter and sharp crisp coldness in spring. Apakahh???

*I digress*

Anywho, who needs handbags when I can have these?








Ok, but no, really, the dudes in the house better not giveaway my arm candies (handbags & clutches) while I’m here.








MY MAGGI & CAKE BARS! These are waaaaaaay better than Coach bags. Might change my mind if they’re other brands though. Hehe

What a good start to the weekend.

ehemmm…*clears throat*

What a good start to (one month) Easter Break!