Diet starts tomorrow

My cousin’s place have some kind of special ‘spell‘ that every time I stay there, I get hungry easily. I always tell myself it’s okay because at least it’s home cooked food – all the more reason for me to just help myself to more serving.

After last weekend’s binge eating session, I made a vow to eat correctly when I get back home.

When I got back in town, through city centre, I head to Selfridge’s to get my brother’s hot sauce what not.

*Sauce and get out Aqilah. Sauce and out. Sauce. Out.*

Found the sauce section opposite the confectionery stall. Dang. That was soooo close.

Glance at all of the colourful pastries and (super) quickly turned my head away.

Few seconds later I ended up right in front of the counter with the serving staff looking right into my eyes saying, ‘Can I help you miss?

Mati-mati. Tentu mati. Die. Cannot run away already.

But of course deep down inside I went ‘YEAH SURE PLEEEAAASSSSEEEEE HELP MEEEE. I WANT THAT.THAT.THAT.THAT.THAAAAAATTTTT.TTTHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTTT!!’

So I cleared my throat and softly went, ‘Can I have one each please?‘ as my heart threw virtual sparkly confetti in the air.

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Sighhh… These little cookies sure can make me skip home like a little girl.

So I comfort my waistline by pepping it that we’ll be starting the week with healthy dose of almond (err…high in minerals?) and egg white (hello protein!).

BAHAHAHA. Lies I tell myself.

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When your soul and fridge are in sync.

*bites one rainbow cookie*

sky’s on fire

With nothing but time on my hands, I’ve made a little progress in my life (besides being a first grade bum) which is engaging in a non-sedentary activity called morning walk.

It all started with the weather that has gotten kinder lately and I decided that if there’s anything worth taking advantage of, it’d be my dad’s credit card the early sunrise.

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So, every morning, at 5am, I’d take the trash out (to the bin point of course, not for a walk) and from there, I’d make my way out for my morning exercise.

With the cold wind brushing through my toes and ever changing sky accompanying me, I don’t think my day could start any better. (We could start with dessert tho, teehee 🍰).

After Monday, every time I feel like trading my morning walk for the comfort of my duvet, I remind myself that this activity is very much like a Kinder Surprise chocolate – you don’t know what present you’ll get.

What you’re about to see next is the surprise present that I got on my very first day of my morning walk.

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Nice empty road on ground. Lovely red brick wall tower of the magistrate court and cloudy sky.

GAHH! I could climb on that van and just stop the time for a minute or two.

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Then, the turn arrives.

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Greeting me with a BIG ‘HELLO AQILAH!’

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The sky that looked like it was on fire somehow reminds me of the Lion King, bahahahaha.

Have a merry morning guys!

*sips imaginary tea*

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Note: This is probably the lamest story you’ll ever read.


I never thought this was even possible.

But I guess experience is the best teacher.

As we all know, it’s (cold) summer here in the English Land.

Sun starts rising at 2.30. By 4am, it’s as bright as 10am. At 6am, you might think it’s already noon.

Because I can’t sleep on a full stomach after sahur, I will stay up until 8am (or even 10am these days*gasp!*) before turning in for the day.

Before sleeping, my blind curtain are drawn. UV rays are everyone’s best enemy.

After a refreshing 9 hour sleep (ugly people needs more time >.<), I wake up, stretch, pull the curtains to welcome the pre-evening sunshine and start making faces to warm my facial muscle for iftar in few hours.

Y’know, eating is exercise.

As I was yawning, my face felt painful. Like it was being stretched.

I was sleeping at home by the way. Not in a plastic surgery clinic.

Went to the mirror and realised that this girl with red face dropped by to stay for a few days. Read: I got sunburned while sleeping!

What was my blind curtain doing!!? Ishh… >.<“

I fall under the category of special people by the way. I don’t get dark(er) after getting sunburned. My skin will turn crab red, be flaky with the peels before turning one shade lighter than I was before.

dvEmbracing the redness.

Gonna look like a mess for the next few days with flaky skin peels. Bahahahaha.

Time check: 8.01 am.

I’ve geared up with my sunblock. My pillows and friends are in position.

I’m ready for my beauty sleep, goodnight!

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

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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.

Anywho!

Went groceries shopping the other day for some me time (as if staying alone is.not.alone.enough) and stumbled upon these babies.

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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.

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Lookie look! It matches my keyboard.

me time, dumpling time

Finally! The first day where I don’t have to go to uni during the fasting month has come!

*clap*clap*clap*

Back at home, during the fasting month, my nanny would make a big batch of my favourite snack – epok-epok kentang – and I would help her. Read: create mess.

We’d sit cross-legged in the kitchen, with newspapers as base for big bowl of filling and dough. She’d roll the dough while I’ll put the fillings. She’d give me 10 pieces (or more) for me to crimp the sides. Whatever I crimp, is mine. She’d NEVER let what I crimp be served to guests, or even other family members. Why? Because I’m helplessly untalented with crimping (if such word exist, haha).

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That’s my nanny’s fine handwork of crimping. Don’t bother asking what mine looks like. I remember it looking very retarded and distorted. >.<

But it still tastes delicious though. *flips spatula* Because it isn’t me who made the filling.

But that was few years ago.

I was watching some cooking channel on Youtube when I stumbled upon prawn dumpling recipe. *clicks save*

Went to the Asian grocery store to buy the dumpling skin and voila!

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My little Ramadhan home activity reenacted with only me, myself and I.

The thought of crimping the dumplings made me a little nauseous but I man up and gave it a go!

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It ended up looking like

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this

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(Prawn tofu dumpling)

I guess over the years, my motor skill have refined, bahaha.

Not too bad eh.

Pan fried the flat one for iftar. Kept the pursed shape frozen for they shall be steamed when my bamboo steamer arrives!

Wheeee!

The fact that they taste good when I made this whilst fasting… *ehem*pats back*.