Burgundy...

"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it" 

~ Michel de Montaigne

Thank you Nenda. Nak tido peluk beg ni boleh? Hahaha

Limited Edition

Discontinued Colour

Burgundy

*Swooon*

Enough said...

Name Dropping

"Ada teratak di hujung kampung, bawah cermin kopak ada kotak

Tersembunyi dalamnya ada tempurung, sembunyi bawahnya katak melalak"

Those who know me from high school would know that that's were I became antisocial. Those who know me from my uni days would know that I was antisocial then. I rarely spoke and was walking around with my headphones everywhere. Those who know me now would know that I am STILL antisocial and yes I still do walk around with earphones everywhere.

I rarely attend events of high school mates or unimates and even at work unless it is absolutely compulsory (and even then, my colleagues drag me to it), because I just get uncomfortable at these kind of things. If my mates (be it high school, uni or work) want to tell me things, I listen. If they want to ask for my help, I go out of my way to do it. If they ask for my advice, I will give it and you can bet that they are going to hear what they NEED to hear as opposed to what they want to hear. Because you know what? That is what FRIENDS do. There should be no other reason.

I was so darned furious when someone told me I had a twitter account, because you  know what, I don't have one. I hate twitter, I hate instagram (no offence to whoever who swears by it, this is just me being antisocial) and I literally fell of my chair when a friend suggested I go on keek (yes there is such a thing) because I thought she was swearing at me.

This blog and FB is a place where I can share with my readers about where to eat, where to shop, where to find support groups for worthy causes (like Palestine) and support groups for diseases like Akif's hydrops. It's where I vent. It keeps me sane. It is perhaps the only place where I can truly speak without speaking (get my drift?). Because I love writing. Its a passion, its an obsession. It makes me happy. It gives me perspective. When I read back the posts I wrote, I remember how I was, how things were. It is to make me always remember who I am.

I do not appreciate it when my unimates, workmates, high school mates or total strangers drop my name around and spread stories that are just untrue about me. I mean, what the heck? I am sort of used to my relatives doing it yeah, but let's not go there shall we?

I am not a damned celebrity, or a socialite and it boggles my mind that anybody would want to talk about me, much less claim to know details of my life.

Please people, we are not in high school anymore, we are not in university anymore. We are in our thirties and have families. Stop acting like children. Stop talking about people or things you do not understand. If you got nothing nice or true to say, then SHUT UP. If you have something to say about ME, then you might as well say it to my face and see how I respond. Henti-hentikanlah boleh?

And if you hear something from someone who heard it from someone who heard it from someone else, you know what that is called? Its called a RUMOUR...chances of it being accurate are what? ZERO. Do you really believe everything you hear?

Perangai org Melayu yg takde keje lain sungguh. And you wonder why I choose to work here. The less Malays the better (pun intended). Mulut mcm haram.

Seperti kata aku semalam, aku tak kisah. Banyak pahala aku. Ignore aje. But you can be sure as hell that I don't take crap lying down ok? Hence this post.

Online Shopping - Telekung

Hey readers,

Just bought this beautiful telekung.

This is from the online shop Kain Sulam and Jubah.

Isn't it beautiful?

I spend a lot on bags and clothes and stuff, so why not splurge a little for such an important piece of attire untuk jumpa Tuhan 5 kali sehari? Betul tak?

I plan to put a telekung in all the cars so kalau tgh travel ke apa senang nak singgah masjid or something like that untuk sembahyang.

Ok, work awaits.

Bye!!!

Chomey, Authentic Kelantanese Cuisine, The Curve

Hello readers,

Confinement is over, I am back at work so it is only fair to start posts on my food escapades once more.

Yesterday, my little family somehow ended up at the Curve and husband wanted to look for a place to have breakfast.

We ended up at Chomey, and true to its name, the decor was cute. White and Green (my fave colours).

We ordered these:-

Total damage came up to RM72 which is definitely cheaper than Kelantan Delights k? And I actually liked the nasi kerabu here better. Ohh, and they threw in free dessert, some durian thing which I couldn't eat sebab nenda says itu kena pantang lama.

Give it all a try will you?

Yumms

Peace

What is peace really?

Is it living in a country where there is no war? And yet I am sure my Aisha was at peace in her heart in war torn Gaza till the day she passed away.

Is it living in a situation where you have mounds of cash at your disposal? And yet I see people sweeping rubbish on the streets smiling, not beset by troubles with frown on their faces like the faces I see in my office everyday in their 1 thousand ringgit immaculately pressed Hugo Boss shirts and Ferragamo shoes.

Is it living knowing that you are loved by the people whom you love? But which one of us are ever truly loved and truly loves in return? More often than not love is the cause of our misery is it not? the chain that binds us and torments our dreams and memories?

I am going to be 30 this year and more than anything, I want to just live my life in peace...

I want to wake up to see Airiel's face - pray 5 times a day - go to work and be appreciated for what I do - go home and see Airiel's face - sleep with a kiss from Airiel -  buy my fave bags, shoes and clothes when I feel like it - take vacations - do things on my bucket list - hang out with my girls - hang out with my best friend - and go to sleep without having nasty nightmares.

That to me is inner peace.

I want to live my life free from drama, from pain and from constant turbulence.

This is my life and I want to live it in the best way possible.

I am still trying to figure out what is the best way...

Mama Misses You...

“You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?” 

― Jeanette Winterson

Akif oh Akif....

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