Cheap things + little gestures goes a long way.

I went to my mom's new house in Putrajaya today, and it seems to be a really nice neighborhood. There are no fences, everything is open air concept. Thieves would probably have a ripe picking, but I do not think they will attempt it as police surveillance is medium, and all the neighbours are the types you see from The Stepford Wives.


The back of the house. You can walk your dogs here or whatever.


The neighbour's awesome porch. It's a really nice place to relax and drink tea after work.


My mom's gorgeous dining table!

He came over the other day to the house, and I was utterly thrilled to find this at my dresser when I went into my room. Such a small present but it really warmed my heart! I used to be the girl who did not like flowers, thought it was an absolute waste to buy something that eventually would rot anyway, but I guess it is different when it is from someone you have given your heart to.


<3

Typical shisha session we had at this new place called Damascus Gates which was good the first time, but it sucked so much the second time round. Bleurgh. The architecture is very fanciful, though.










Scary cat lady.. Only joking, this is Sha.

Lunch at Kenny Rogers in Times Square. Man alive! I love chicken.


My three sidedishes. I loveloveloooove their potato salad, and this is probably the only place where I don't like the chicken much.


The bf's plate. The pasta thingy was horrible, eurghhh. Sorry baby, my three sidedishes were way better and slightly cheaper!

I found these two cheap tops I purchased in Times Square; yesss I admit, I'm a cheapskate when it comes to clothes. I would rather spend RM 100 on 5 dresses than RM 100 on a single dress from a "high end" store. End of the day, you only wear it less than 5 times, they are both mass produced, and it's not like people even see your label. Working in retail for close to two years made me realized; no matter the brand name, they all are usually made from China or Mexico, with cheap fabrics.


RM 19; approximately USD$ 6/ UK pounds 3.39


RM 25; approximately USD $7.36/ UK pounds 4.46

*according to University Currency Converter

It has been raining heavily for the past few days. I love curling up in bed, the warmth of the sheets enveloping me and him sleeping next to me. The skyline is blurred and foggy, all you want to do is bake warm cookies, the smell of home wafting in the air, and sleep.



Getting ready for a night out, I discovered my mom's old boots. How wrong I was, eight years back, scoffing at her boots and its lack of style. My feet have grown and though the boots are slightly too big, I am in love. It reminded me of Alexa Chung and her stick thin pins plodding around urban cities with boots, she looks amazing!


Almost 9 years!


Her boots.


Short and stumpy me!

I bumped into my cousin whilst shisha-ing (a regular daily thing now, my lungs will be smoked out by the time I am fourty). I was thinking to myself, why is that girl squinting at me. Then she and I broke into a grin, recognizing each other's familiar face.


Yes, she is the one pointing a "gun" to my head.


Amir and Dennis contemplating chinese poker.


Stainless steel and Moroccon tea.


I love this orange wall, it's a perfect colour to do shots against.


The fluffy pink pipe. First I have ever seen of its kind in Malaysia!

And that concludes the wonderful night I had. Will be visiting this place soon (Damascus Gates, Jalan Damai, Ampang - look out for the one with a big yellow sign).

Back.

I've been busyyyy with my finals and I just started my holidays! Yes to party, rest and hangover mornings. I haven't updated in a while, hey, but most bloggers go through that dry spell phase where they're too busy to download. I'm sure if you are a blogger you've gone through it. Hats off to you if you have yet to do this.


Mmmm. I love pizza. Papa John's make good pizza.


Amazing fish concalaisse (spelling) I had at Coliseum. So tasty tasty.


Coliseum. The old guy in the corner has been working there for 30 - 40 years here?


Some asshole reversed his truck into my car, scratched, dented it and broke the lights.


Usual shisha beezness.


Jack and his cute girlfriend.


Momok sleeping on my notes again.

At his not-so-surprise party.
As it turns out, three of his idiot friends called my boyfriend up asking if "he was going to the party at Duta Vista". Apparently when I texted "surprise" they forgot that element. So he was sort of expecting it. After all that hard work, what a bummer.


The expected surprise. Eeeesh.


Ignore my oogleh face in the corner


Stef frog ribbit ribbit.

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The huge ass banner me and Stef made. Mostly Stef. I was too busy cooking in the kitchen.


The pressure of hosting a party got to me. Chicken fight with Stef.


The cute mini card I bought which played the famous happy birthday song irritatingly everything you opened it haha.


Khalil with his 'artistic flair'.


Without these two girls it wouldn't have been possible. Mad love to you guys <3


Birthday cake! Strawberry chocolate, looks disgusting but tasted absolutely amazing.


Thunder thighs!

Yep. That wraps up the sad month I have been having. Next year for his birthday it's going to be just me, a wok, and fried rice. No more of this surprise shebang.