Where there’s a will, there’s a way

I’ll start this post with a prequel.


Posted this snippet on my instastory few days/weeks(?) ago… And this is what the person that I was having conversation with asked…

Helloooooo…. I have a life y’know. HAHAHAHAHAHA. #kidding #oknodontleaveme

So, since the one time that I posted a snippet about us was being questioned, I figured, I might as well upload a lengthy post. Makes the next answering the ‘why’ episode more worth it. Hahaha.

Yesterday this happened:

Few minutes later…

*pops confetti*


Then, of course, nothing will always go your way. So this happened,

My heart dropped a little, but, nothing a phone call couldn’t fix.

So now, let me tell you what happened.

*clears throat*

After deciding what we wanted, I stood in front of the cashier, ready to pay.

Naturally I dig my trash bag for my wallet/card and lo and behold…





Ok no. Emojis can’t really express it.

This is more like it.

(image credit:Β my best friend)

I pleaded the woman if I could Paylah her cause ultimately, the bakery gets their money and I get my babies!

But noooooooooooooo……. She wouldn’t accept my request. 😒

Dig my bag and found some $15 cash.

Okay Aqilah, calm down. Whatchu gonna do now?

With $15 … I can only get 1 flavour each of the Semla Bun. While I don’t mind getting only 1, Filzah wanted 1 flavour each and forget about food! This is dessert!

One does not simply disappoint a person when it comes to dessert.

I tried pleading again, but her answer is still no. #whyyyyyyy

With a heavy heart, 1 ordered each and as I was taking out the $15, thinking how to break this sad news AND how to split the flavours – maybe we can cut them into 2 and exchange so that she gets one each – my hand touched this what seems like a ray of sunlight on winter solstice.


The week before christmas, my team and I had team lunch and we exchanged gifts for our secret santa mission.

My wishlist is a book and because it’s cheaper in UK (missing England now *sobs*) I gave the link to where my secret santa can get the book at a good deal.

Because our lunch was wayy before christmas and the book couldn’t reach in time, he gave me cash in ang pao instead.

That ang pao has been in my bag since then. Every time I want to cave in and buy something else, I remind myself what that money is for.

But, sorry Lloyd! (my secret santa) I was at a crossroad of something that looks like a life and death situation, I had to use that money.

My face lit brighter than the christmas tree and the cashier lady laughed when I hugged the red packet.

Β #noshamethere

So yahhhhhh! That, ladies and gents, is how I got home with a light heart and 2 Semla Bun’s, one flavour each for Filzah and I.


The minute I told her, ‘I didn’t bring my wallet,’ she too, went


Lesson learn, bring your wallet and more shops need to start accepting Paylah.

You beautiful you.


A line needs to be drawn.Β 

It rained today.

Which made me feel like having nice warm Vietnamese noodle with their spring roll.


Be we detoured.

Ended up right back at Dim Sum Place.

Seriously Aqilah. It’s either you start buying shares in this company or get them to move to somewhere North, South or West of this country. Somewhere you’ll never go.


Making me broke but VERY HAPPY EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. 😍

Ok no…. Don’t go.

Like Whitney Houston, I will always love you πŸ˜‹πŸ˜πŸ˜˜πŸ˜»πŸ˜»πŸ˜»πŸ˜»πŸ˜»

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’†

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 🀘🏻