Because it’s raining and rain jussst reminds me of England and England means Tea and one of the best thing to have with tea is definitely warm scones with clotted cream and jam.
Yummmsssss…
Ahhh… Be still my heart.
Because it’s THE. BEST.SCONE. EVA…. I dedicate not one but two(!) pictures of it.
😩😫😭 As much as I hate the weather, I still love you Englanddddd.
Gotta go back for more soon, I guess.
*smothersselfoverscreen*
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Last Spring, amidst pre-final submission, while I was hating myself and the life choices I made – Architecture? What was I thinking!? (don’t worry, I’m cool with it now) – Irna came to town with her friends. We set a date for just the two of us and I thought Oxford sounds way better than London. Body surfing in central London doesn’t sound like a good idea to distress. So the countryside it is!
It was flippin cold but with a good company, I was cozy that day and boy we had funnnnn!
After Fish and Chips in a cafe in the market, we walked around and stumbled upon a dainty tea shop.
The inner English person in me (go ahead, I give you permission to roll your eyes) got very excited and bought few of the loose teas. My pantry at home never smelt so invigorating before. 😍😍😍
Then as usual, it started pouring, so we seek shelter through few shops and by the time when the sun was out, again, we were so exhausted walking around that we sat on the bench along the road.
For me, that day was one of those days where you get that day that you’ve always wanted.
A slow day just to appreciate and be aware of what’s around you, be relaxed and have no plans, no rush nada. To breakaway from my piles of work, enjoying the outdoor which was not too cold with just the right amount of sun was nice!
The fun part of all was we went punting! The last time that I went punting was with my cousin and her friend.
So, of course, I was excited to enjoy the water with my friend. Till the guy selling the ticket told us that we’d have to paddle it ourselves if we want a boat to ourselves.
I’m sold for some quiet time for two.
Afterwards we had a long walk to the mosque and a rushing taxi ride back to the train station to catch our respective trains. Only in the taxi ride back did we realise the long walk that we had for the day and omg, we were crazy!
But whatever it is, as usual, I had a good day with you, sore legs or not.
🙆🙆🙆
🌍: Oxford, UK
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!
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(Last walk to the train station. #emo)
I’ve practically been living in London this month and like everything else, all good things must come to an end.
Stay tune to this space. I’ll be yapping about this month’s adventure soon.
The very first clue that we got was the crowd at the train station.
Then the guys that were strutting their stuff (aside from the girls).
Right there and then, small regrets starts pouring in: Oh boy will we be having so much fun with the throng of crowd.
What just happened you wonder?
We just accidentally join the Brighton Pride Festival. A festival for the LGBTs. Not only that, the three of us gals, were in different shades of purple scarf, which is one of the LGBTs flag colour.
Ha! Talk about coincidence.
The crowd was notttt funny. Especially for me who over enjoy personal space.
We even arrived right on time for the float. ‘Lower your gaze‘ advice was perfect for this situation.
🙈🙈🙈 MY EYES GUYS 🙈🙈🙈
But thank God the crowd wasn’t headed for the beach, which was where we were heading towards. Summer pe, nak try jugak jemur-jemur ni. >.<
*Tenung apa kak?* Hehehehehe.
The last time I was here, was early Spring ’14 where it was waayyy cold.
But the beauty is, no one heads to the beach in Spring. Haha. Except my friends and I. #crazypeople.
But still, there were people crazy enough to ‘chill’ by the beach. Like us, hehe.
First trip here, I dressed too thinly. Second trip, we chose a wrong day.
Let’s not make a third shall we? Bahahahaha.
🌍: Brighton, UK
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