Didn’t rain but I made it back!


​Hello Muffin Man! Oh how I’ve missed you.

This time round, I went back alone. No sister cousin shenanigans whatsoever. Just me, my empty stomach, my huge appetite and I.

When I arrived there, possibly 10 in the morning, it was pretty much full. Since I was alone, I was ushered to the table for 2 which coincidentally is the very. same. table. I. Sat. At. With. My. Cousin. *I miss her already.*

So I sat at the same seat pretending that my cousin is in front of me. Nothing some imagination can’t fix *blows nail* Ordered my same favourite sandwich and the same ol’ same ol’ scone set.



​The tea blooms in the pot guys. I be jakun like that.

As I sat calmly, enjoying the start of my day, a chinese lady walked in, alone. Sitting in front of my table, facing me.

After few bites of my sandwich, our eyes met and we smiled at each other.

Since I’ve warmed up my mouth with that mini chewing session, I figured that now’s the right time to make full use of this chatty lips.

So with a smile, when our eyes met, I said ‘Hi,’ followed by ‘Where are you from?’

Holy Moly… Turns out we’re from the same motherland.

This is a big news for me. Throughout my uni days, I’ve not met a single Singaporean. Forreal. Malaysian, Indonesian and Bruneians were so easily found that I started wondering where all my homies be at.

Anywho, as the cafe got a little more packed, I sat with her and we had  lovely conversations.

Shan’t dive more into it but we had conversations from travelling to drug store make up.


Food just bonds people, I swear. Nice meeting you Daphne!


Gotcha Back

Merry morning errone! Before anything else, allow me to wish Ramadhan Mubarak to all my fellow Muslim and Non-Muslim readers. From Facebook videos, I see so many Non-Muslims try fasting along with their Muslim friends. Seeing these videos just. warms. my. heart. Yall THORBEST!

Secondly, this post is about to get bimbotic. If you’re looking for a distressing material, then you’re in for a treat!

Last late summer, when I went back to Singapore, for good, I bought a return ticket, because it’s cheaper. #ilovediscounts. For the longest time ever, I thought of just burning the return ticket because, hmmm, most of my uni friends would’ve been back in their respective country, I’ve nothing to buy and of course, I’m just crazy!

Turns out Ashley extends her stay for Masters and working in a windowless office just made me cancel my crazy thought.

Y’know what? I’m getting on that plane!

Ramadhan or not. Summer or not. I’m gonna be back.

So. I’m back. And thisss…. Is another story of my journey back here.

When the receptionist said, ‘Dinner is ready,’ this girlfriend just whooshed all the way in to the buffet table. I was hungry and shivering by then actually, haha *drama but true*. All the Mee Soto energy used up and burned during terawih. *flips telekung*.

There really is no prize for guessing which dish was grabbed first.

All comfortable and ready for flight!

Of course, as always, tskk… hang on, let me calm myself *breathe in*breathe out*, whenever I take Gary along with me for flights, he gets allllllll the attention. Excuse me! The one that talks is here! *waives hand frantically*

You may get all the attention from the stewardess but you ain’t getting my food bruhh. 😈

Gotta be honest, I felt guilty afterwards. Before flying, all the way to landing, I was just, stuffing myself. Ramadhan ain’t about feasting deyyy!

Then, Dubai happened. The projected estimated time to get to my boarding gate or lounge was 30 minutes. *smirk* Pleasseeee, I’ll make it there in 15, thanks. So, I made my way to the next terminal, to the same lounge I’ve always gone through, which takes about 20 minutes from the aircraft, only to be told, they’ve shifted lounge.

The staff kindly showed me where the position of my gate is and where the nearest lounge for me is. With a little directional instruction, I thanked her and went down again.

*15 minutes later*

Arrived at the second lounge, only to be told that that lounge is far from my boarding gate’s lounge.

Again, they whipped out their pen and make little notes for me. We could totally save that ink and put me on a buggy maybe? But of course no.

Gotta go down again, and down again and walk straight ahead for another 10-20 minutes. (Really? At this rate, I might just end up at the Earth’s crust.)

*15 minutes later*

By the time I arrived at the third lounge, I was already a little grumpy and heaty. It does not help that the entrance of the lounge was quite dark. Can’t even see the receptionist properly. Tskk. I was about to go, ‘Pleaseee tell me that this is the right place,’ but the receptionist beat me to it, ‘You can use this lounge, just that it’s a little further to your gate and the lounge nearer to your gate is newer and nicer.’

Well, I did not arrive at THREE lounges to settle for something less 😂.

This girlfriend had to walk further fuurrthherrr fuuuuuuuurrtttthhhheerrr down and finally! AT THE FOURTH LOUNGE, I got the right place!

Any more further I might just end up right back in Singapore. 😬

With a light heart, I asked the receptionist my standard question, ‘Which way to the prayer room?’

She smiled and said, ‘We don’t have one here….’










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Source: Google Images


‘…. but we can provide a space for you.’


Forget about the long walk that I had, this new lounge, which serves everything halal on board and ground and has prayer rooms in every other lounges, even in Singapore(!) does not have it here in their LOCAL. NEW. LOUNGE.

Excuse, errr… wha-a-whats going on here?

But, okay, fine, I’ve got time and no reason to be upset.

So, I went to the ladies, which was alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the way at the other end, another very much morning walk session, only to find that they only have one shower cubicle which I lost to another lady for doing my business first. Even Singapore has two, ✌️, shower cubicles.

Who is the architect, interior designer and person in charge who approves of this arrangement!?

They could build Burj Khalifa in this country but not extra shower facilities and a prayer room. I wouldn’t be complaining if this is a Non-Muslim majority country.

Sigh, I rest my case.

-end of rant-

So here I am, all comfy with my laptop, blogging about this, being grateful about life again. Truly, God tests the ones He love. He loves me sooo much that He uses this airline to keep my health in check for all the nonsense that I’ve stuffed myself with.

BAHAHAHAHA. I really hope you’ve not wasted your time reading this.


[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.

Keukenhof Garden

Warning: Post is image heavy.

Introduction here.

The main highlight of the trip was definitely the Tulip garden which only opens for like, what, 3 months, a year?

We wanted to go towards the end of the opening period but was worried that the Tulips might have withered at that point in time.

We wanted to go when it juuuuuust opened, but was worried that they’ve yet to bloom.

So, somewhere right in the middle looks good, yes? We imagined the Tulip field full of bloomed coloured Tulips with many colourful baby buds.


Breathtaking isn’t is?

Just like what we’re expecting…



Where’s the yellow, pink, purple, white and other coloured flowers!?!?!?

Turns out, it was still too cold that most of the flowers have not bloomed.

What went through my mind when I saw what I was not expecting, was, ‘Dayuummm, should have come later. 😭😭😭’

Attention: To fully enjoy the remaining of this post, please take a moment to make yourself extra comfortable, grab some fruits or, popcorn and nice cuppa tea cause it’s about to get sweeet!


Luckily, the indoor garden compensated the bald outdoor field.

Got your tea ready?

I’ll let the pictures do the talking. 😉








Who knew Google has flowers? Teehee.






Don’t know bout you but they looked like fresh cabbage to me. Makes me wanna eat em right on the spot! *sluuurrppp*











First time seeing such silky purple lilies look-a-likes and they take my breath away. *deep breath*










My favourite of allll would be the Tulipa ‘Fly Away’, not for its colour but it just looks like Hotwheels! That little toy car that we used to play with when we were kids.




(I hope I don’t sound screaming when you’re reading this 😂)

Anyone planning to head here next Spring, I wish you all the best in seeing fully bloomed flower on the outdoor field. Don’t roll your eyes, take the good luck wish. You’ll need it. Haha.

So much memories, this trip! Hope you found a favourite flower in this post! 😘

🌎: Keukenhof Garden, Lisse.


Feel better yall!

Last week was spent in Vietnam (crazy time!) and when we came back – on a Wednesday, we had shoot next morning (or noon), which we couldn’t finish in time. Luckily Friday and Saturday was a rest day.

As usual, my body decided to have a party on it’s own and invited all the sore throat and fatigue bacteria/germs or whatever that you wanna call them and had a blast without my permission! Tskkk.

Couldn’t even sing a song on Saturday. 😪😓😂😂 #priorities

Having nothing to do and feeling extra down that I’d no longer hold the title of ‘unemployed bum’ in the house, on top of feeling unwell, I poke around my travelling folders and found these pictures during my short spring trip in Amsterdam.

I’ve blogged some bits, months ago, and figured ini cerita dah basi (this is no new information) but all these pretty pictures which cheered me up while I was down, mannnn, they’ve got to be shared!

We decided to go Amsterdam because I was working on colours for my final project then, and I wanted needed to visit a place which could and would inspire me.


Doesn’t this place just scream ‘SPPPRIIINNNGGGGG!!!???’

Not the point but, I love my jacket! >.<




The ‘actually I’m not here to see you but since you are here, no probs, I’ll enjoy you too 😝’ look.


If you’re feeling down, hope this made your day a liilllllll better.



Don’t mean to burst your bubble but, I gotta stop here for today.

This post is meant to be a heavy image post but due to technical issues, I gotta break it down into few parts.

Also, I’ll be moving to cause I’ve run out of space for my media! 😱😱😱

I’ll see you on the other side.

*wipes dramatic non-existent tears*

🌎: Keukenhof Garden, Lisse.