First Transaction

If you’ve been following this blog, you’d know that some time back, while I was still in UK, my wallet got stolen along with my lovely cards.

Boy! That was a lot of trouble.

The good thing was that it was taken away from me after I’ve done my groceries. (Under any circumstance, food comes first 🙈😂). So, while waiting for my replacement cards, I didn’t  need to spend/borrow a lot of cash (from Ashley). Phew!

When my cards came, since I didn’t have things to buy, it rest in peace safely in my other wallet.

But of course, I got itchy and look around for some ‘thing’ to buy, y’know, just cause.

The very first thing that I bought, with the shiny credit card is…










*Drumroll pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee*











Tadaaa! These lovely notebooks!

I just lost my self-control in that dainty shop while having a look-see in Oxford.

It was quite pricey for an A5 notebook but the brightly lit shop, colourful arrangement of these quirky toys plus the calm and quiet shop just got me excited. I’d say this place enhanced my shopping experience. Bahahaha! I don’t thrive well in busy places guys. I suck at that department. 🙈😂

Here comes the best part.

Last month, I think, I was walking around in the mall and stumbled upon that exact green notebook. When I turned the book around, it was almost the same price!






But of course,


A good slice of cake fix every lingering regrets. Bahahahaha.


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 and 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 too 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.


The Lindy Bag.

(I need one in Rose Jaipur! 🙈🙈🙈)


Image source here

Ps: The colour of Lindy’s Lindy was beautiful btw. 🙈😂

Sigh, it’s so hard to be a girl.


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!

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.