raya haji.

Been away because i went back to kampung (my grandparent's place) and babysitting my brother. Eghh. Here are a few pictures.


Best sweet and sour chicken rice!


Two generations. My grandfather is a hardworker yet he never gets his moneys worth.


My parents are a telenovela drama scene.



My uncle testing out some technology thingymabob to attract swiftlets.


At the beach. Jealous?






Trying to do a star-jump.


Random picture of pizza. Cheese is nice.

I realize I usually rarely elaborate more on life; perhaps I think the photos will suffice. At any rate, in case it interests you, I have finally finished reading The Diary of Anne Frank and Princess: A True Story of Life Behind The Veil; both non-fictions and depicting the life of real women. Anne Frank's diaries was translated into English - the form I read it - and even then it was almost as if I was looking through a window in her life at that particular time. It was so vivid, from rotten potatoes to having to be silent all the time. Princess - depicts the life of "Sultana" (alias), an Arabic princess of royal descendant and her oppresive life because she was born a female - chosen marriages, initial discouragement from education (asides the Koran), polygamy - this is told based on secret diaries and manuscripts given to an author.

It is always interesting to read stories and voices of people who write it based on their own experiences as you carry out a new perception of culture; war; love; religion, and so forth, in their world. So you should read autobiographical books which is always the best source of truth and clarity.

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).