Short Notice

It started with a ‘Hi’.

Which leads to late supper, followed by heart pouring session at a rooftop, then painting session which lasts till 5am. In between that, “Let’s watch movie later,” was brought up and with less than 6 hours of sleep, we braved through an emotionally challenging movie. Our first meal was almost at 6pm.

Famish really don’t look good on us.

We were monsters.

The ‘You’re on your own. Β My food is here. Bye’ face πŸ˜‚.

More food kept piling but of course.

They serve the slowest eater’s main dish laaast.

Chose the wrong main dish guys. I was soooooooooo hungry yet I had to peel off 8 prawns(!), head + tail, which means, 16 times in total and before I even got through a quarter of that dish, my arms started to sore.

What a workout. #cardioforthedaydone


The star dish in this place. Like eva. It tastes good with just rice. Crap. Now I feel like having more, bahahahaha.

So good that I don’t mind looking like this. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Of course not. Touched up guys, don’t worry. πŸ˜‚

After all that feasting, we left the restaurant happy and satisfied.

When I reached home, I parked myself at my brother’s room cause there were guests in mine.

Something about the satisfaction lulled me to nap. Next thing I know, when I woke up, Β it’s 10pm… And I slept with my make up on! 😱😱😱.

It’s okay I guess.

I mean, how often do you get to wake up looking like this…

Full eyebrows and lipstick all.

Crap. Looking through all the food picture is making me hungry.

Self control Aqilah! You ate at least 2/3 of everything!

I can give up Dim Sun’s now.

But right now, I’m craving for Kuih Tako.

Source: Google Image.

Wrapped in Pandan leaves and alllll… Mmmmmm. Oh God. Someone please stop me πŸ’†πŸ’†πŸ’†


It might sound like an excuse but…oh wells *shrugs*πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ

I actually drafted this post on the day of the event. But the owner of this fat fingers accidentally ‘select all’ > ‘delete’ this post *smacks head*. I was 95% done with the draft, so, can you imagine my disappointment?

If not, let me tell you, it took me three weeks later to re-type this. Bahahaha.

Three weekend ago, was a long Saturday for me, I started with sending Broski to the airport for his Hajj, followed by can’t remember going where, then played Badminton with Momski.

and this post…is the story of playing Badminton.

My dad’s an excellent Badminton player.

When I was a child, I remember going to the Town Council – where the Badminton court is – with my elder brother, cause there’s always something that my dad will forget to bring.

When he’s nice, he’ll let me seat at the back of the bicycle and cycle us there. Or, when he’s not feeling thaaaaat generous, he’ll cycle slowly while I walk… or skip. Hehe.

While the adults were in their own world at the court, my brother and I would take dad’s extra racquet and we’d play with each other for five minutes? Before my brother give up on me and chase me away for being untalented. Bahahaha. Clearly, patience runs in the family 😝.

We’d put our racquets away and he’ll either play hisΒ Chapteh or his soccer ball if he brought it along while his younger sister, me, would run around the backstage or just…dance on the stage. Bahahaha. *smacks head*Β πŸ’ƒ

I guess we started young.

In school, my brother played rugby, floorball and God knows whatever sports involving balls. For me, I was a dancer and cheerleader. Yup, wipe that tea that you just spit out of your mouth. HAHAHAHA. It’s true.

The very first time that I played Badminton with Momski, I started the game by serving the shuttlecock to her end, only to swing the air. That woman was so caught off guard that she fell to the floor while laughing.

How encouraging.Β She thought sportsmanship could be inherited genetically.πŸ˜’πŸ™„πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ

But, with time, my motor skills got better. *flips racquet* I still can’t serve the shuttlecock bottom up but, one day, I’ll get there yall. 🀘

The first session I had this year, was three weeks ago, with her colleagues, who were waaaay older than me.

I paired up with the ace of the court, Mr Lim… Cause that way, he’ll get proper workout (BAHAHAHAHA) and we’d win – thanks to him of course. Not gonna be shameless and take the credit here.

Sincere apologies to Mrs Lim for splitting the couple. You guy’s would be undefeatable and that’d be no fun now would it.

After few rounds, more players turned up and well, I got benched. So yeah, GO MR AND MRS LIM!!!Β πŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺ


One day, like what is said on the racquet, I’ll be a Champion.

Your hair might already turn grey when that day comes, but, it will come. Giving up is not in my blood. Bahahaha.

As we all know, after working out, we need the right food and rest for our body.


a Kaya + Peanut Butter waffles can’t fix πŸ€€πŸ˜‹.

Oh, and also

some Fruit Tart.. y’know, to balance the diet. πŸ˜ˆπŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ

When the day that your hair has turn grey, and I still suck, it’s okay. Sometimes some things are just not meant to be.

I’ll just put on some other shoe (literally) and be useful elsewhere.

Listen to me, GoΒ 

Two weeks ish ago, my colleague and I wanted to have Vietnamese food for lunch, so we decided to go ‘so pho so good,’…. (get the pun? Hehe)

Along the way, we saw a Dim Sum restaurant and I remembered Filzah telling me it’s halal and she’s eaten there before. The only halal dim sum I’ve had is at Tang Tea House and of course, new place means you gotta check it out.

No words needed guys.

I mean, Β I’m posting this on my office chair. Good news can’t wait till after office hour… Y’know what I’m saying 🀘🏻


Be careful of what you wish for

The studio that I’m placed at now, doesn’t have windows. Only few glass emergency exit doors.

Which means, only few chosen ones get to have that Vitamin D supply on a daily basis.

Of course, I’m not one of them. πŸ˜‚.

Yesterday however, due to some rush in a big project, some of us were pulled over to help.

This one, of course, yours truly got selected. πŸ’

It was at the newer studio with nice open concept, lots of natural sunlight, so of course, this opportunist was more than happy to drag her desktop from one end of the mall to the other end.

I chose the vacant seat riiiight at the back and riiiighhhhhtt at the end. #maximisingoportunity.

It’s really not helping to see the iconic durian building when you’re craving for durian. πŸ™ˆ But luckily, it was facing my back.

It was nice tho, to experience something new. I could get use to this…

But of course, it’ll be so much nicer if only I didn’t have to stay back till 3am…on a Friday.

Like I said… It was a new studio which I’m not familiar with… Cant even find my way out. Bahahahaha.

Another long day out with friends today. Let’s hope I can last till night!

Have a good weekend errbadeh 😘