That was close

Spent my morning ordering shoes for my brothers for me to bring back THIS MONDAY (last minute people, sheesh, now I know why we’re siblings, haha.), packing and slaving away in front of boxes and tapes, I’m officially done packing! Fine, only for freight shipments. Not done with my check-in luggages. But it was still work. *wipes sweat*

After shower and prayers, my bum and I had quality time with the next episode of drama that I’m currently watching.

The lead actress parents are fried chicken shop owner and they were so rude. My stomach I mean. All those fried chicken visuals. Oh. My. God. Thank God smell-a-vision is not on the market yet.

*puts on headscarf, long pants, grab keys, wallet and head to fried chicken shop*

I decided to take a different route back, cause you know, it’s sunnah. Fine, I needed croissants from Tesco, but it’s kinda the same thing.

Pressed the traffic light button and decided not to jaywalk – like a good citizen. Afterall, time is something that I have. Plus, I realised that it was peak hour. Safety on the three lane main road seemed like a good idea.

Soon after, the red light, along with the green man lit up, assuring me it’s safe to cross. So I crossed the road with busy thought like, “Is croissant all I need? Should I get prawns as well? Should I buy milk for pasta sauce too?” As I was passing the second lane, to the third, towards the other end of the road, a car just sped in front of me. Like literally flew in front of me. All I saw was a flash of ‘red thing’.

Had I been 3 to 4 steps ahead, I’d probably be making use of my insurance – lying on the hospital bed or even morgue (gosh, let’s not be too dramatic okay woman!) right now.

This is me typing about 7 hours after the almost accident incident.

Image source: Google

What really went through my mind as I got to the other side of the road safely was, “Alhamdulillah. Masih ada rezeki makan ayam goreng.” (Thank You God for protecting me and allowing me to eat this fried chicken once more.)

Like hello, Fried Chicken is BAE, OK!

But seriously, to all drivers, driving is not simply for you to get to your destination. YOU are responsible for other drivers and non-drivers on the road.

Since I got to Bismillah and Alhamdulillah on my fried chickens without any harm, I forgive you, you ‘red thing’.

Oh and, try not to click on the Google hyperlink. I’m not responsible for any temptation. Jangan cakap akak tak payung. (You’ve been warned.)

Also! Keluar rumah jangan lupa baca doa geng!


Diet starts tomorrow

My cousin’s place have some kind of special ‘spell‘ that every time I stay there, I get hungry easily. I always tell myself it’s okay because at least it’s home cooked food – all the more reason for me to just help myself to more serving.

After last weekend’s binge eating session, I made a vow to eat correctly when I get back home.

When I got back in town, through city centre, I head to Selfridge’s to get my brother’s hot sauce what not.

*Sauce and get out Aqilah. Sauce and out. Sauce. Out.*

Found the sauce section opposite the confectionery stall. Dang. That was soooo close.

Glance at all of the colourful pastries and (super) quickly turned my head away.

Few seconds later I ended up right in front of the counter with the serving staff looking right into my eyes saying, ‘Can I help you miss?

Mati-mati. Tentu mati. Die. Cannot run away already.


So I cleared my throat and softly went, ‘Can I have one each please?‘ as my heart threw virtual sparkly confetti in the air.


Sighhh… These little cookies sure can make me skip home like a little girl.

So I comfort my waistline by pepping it that we’ll be starting the week with healthy dose of almond (err…high in minerals?) and egg white (hello protein!).

BAHAHAHA. Lies I tell myself.


When your soul and fridge are in sync.

*bites one rainbow cookie*

Where there’s food. There’s me.

Now that fasting month is over, I can finally bring myself to upload a place that is dear to me.

During the last spring break, my cousin and I went to Amsterdam because, well, we needed a break and I wanted to soak myself in a place with colours – saving this post for later.

When I told my brother that I’ll be heading to Amsterdam, he immediately told me to visit Albert Cuyp Market. Ok, no. He insists on it. It’s as if if you don’t visit the market, you haven’t been to Amsterdam. Pfft.

I was about to go all ‘chill dude’ on the Albert Cuyp market hype when he brought out my favourite ‘F’ word – FOOD.

😶 ➡️ 😍

Did someone say FOOD!?

Not only that, he added a bonus on top of the word ‘Food’. It was SEAFOOD.

This sister is sold.

We even looked through Google Maps to find the shop. Our coordination was definitely not in sync. But that’s not the point.

The rain that followed us from England made the market close earlier and not willing to stay in the cold any longer, we left with snacks and no seafood.

But, where there’s food, there’s determination people!

We went back on our last day and while still searching for the seafood shop (what’s up with it being all secluded man!) in the cold, we stopped here and there for some street food like this handmade bread


I was sold at handmade. It was delicious beyond word.

We had fried chicken and what not too along the way but that’s not the point right now.

We almost gave up and as we were walking back towards the tram station, I found the flippin seafood shop!

My gawwwddd…. This was so difficult to find!


Hallo seafood! *waves frantically*fgha

We ended buying quite a lot for two. Hey, with all the effort that we went through, in the rain, cold and whatnot, we totes deserve it.

I totally recommend this place to all seafood lover like me. We bought quite a lot and it was still cheaper than buying two kebab meals. Kebabs here are soooo expensive compared to London. *mengapakah?*strokes imaginary beard*.


D’you know what’s the next best part to having seafood dinner in our warm and cozy room?

This shop is not the place where my brother had his seafood gastronomy activity.


Just where in the world did my brother eat?


🌍: Albert Cuyp Market, Amsterdam, Netherlands/Holland

matchy matchy

Every afternoon morning, I get up and tell myself, ‘One blogpost today.’

5 episodes of a TV drama + 3 episodes of Variety show + cooking for iftar and sahur + eating + terawih = I’ll blog tomorrow.

It’s like saying diet starts tomorrow, everyday.

But since I’ve finished my 50 episode historical drama, this blog deserves my attention.

Y’know…before it collects dust *cough* and fossilise like Shafa’s blog *cough*. Excuse me. I’m allergic to dust.


Went groceries shopping the other day for some me time (as if staying alone is.not.alone.enough) and stumbled upon these babies.



Look at em flavours! Makes me miss Chef Tony’s popcorn back at home. The walnut (i think) white chocolate is absolutely omnomnomable.

But Chef Tony ain’t got time to be here.

Before, I’ve tried Peppermint Dream, Toffee Nut Latte and Mango & Chilli and all of em’ were super sweet (like me, bahahaha *smacks head*). Too sweet for my liking.

So, this round, I opt for the most pancreas friendly flavour – Strawberry & Dark Chocolate.


Lookie look! It matches my keyboard.

me time, dumpling time

Finally! The first day where I don’t have to go to uni during the fasting month has come!


Back at home, during the fasting month, my nanny would make a big batch of my favourite snack – epok-epok kentang – and I would help her. Read: create mess.

We’d sit cross-legged in the kitchen, with newspapers as base for big bowl of filling and dough. She’d roll the dough while I’ll put the fillings. She’d give me 10 pieces (or more) for me to crimp the sides. Whatever I crimp, is mine. She’d NEVER let what I crimp be served to guests, or even other family members. Why? Because I’m helplessly untalented with crimping (if such word exist, haha).


That’s my nanny’s fine handwork of crimping. Don’t bother asking what mine looks like. I remember it looking very retarded and distorted. >.<

But it still tastes delicious though. *flips spatula* Because it isn’t me who made the filling.

But that was few years ago.

I was watching some cooking channel on Youtube when I stumbled upon prawn dumpling recipe. *clicks save*

Went to the Asian grocery store to buy the dumpling skin and voila!


My little Ramadhan home activity reenacted with only me, myself and I.

The thought of crimping the dumplings made me a little nauseous but I man up and gave it a go!

















It ended up looking like











(Prawn tofu dumpling)

I guess over the years, my motor skill have refined, bahaha.

Not too bad eh.

Pan fried the flat one for iftar. Kept the pursed shape frozen for they shall be steamed when my bamboo steamer arrives!


The fact that they taste good when I made this whilst fasting… *ehem*pats back*.