Wednesday, July 23, 2014


(music: Parachute - Ingrid Michaelson)

On Sunday, I went for dinner with the besties at Rouse. I seriously deserve a membership there or something.

The red snapper was yums.

The crabby patty wasn't as good as I remembered it.

Beef-wrapped asparagus (with mango chutney and poached egg) was quite nice.

We tried another of the new items, the stuffed chicken with pomodoro sauce. This one was quite tough and didn't leave the best impression.

Overall, I think I've tried all their dishes and I must say the quinoa quake and open-faced beef sandwich are the definite must-tries. MMMMM...

The desserts in the set meal were both pavlovas, and we didn't like them much. I've had better desserts there (like the apple crumble cake from two posts ago!).

We went to McD's for drinks and more chitchat afterwards. I was telling them I felt depressed about the Israel/Gaza situation.

That I didn't know whether it was okay to feel sad about my own life, then comparing it with theirs and realising how much better I've got it. Or to feel happy, but then I'd feel depressed that it's so unfair that people are indulging in petty little activities whereas other people have it so bad and are dying needlessly.

We started discussing the politics of the situation until Shahida and Hanisah got into a very intense row because of a certain something one of them said/the other thought had been said about them. Atiqah and I were quite shocked because the tension was really running high, with raised voices, snapping and almost-tears.

It was even more shocking that I wasn't even part of it, considering I was the one who had brought up the entire topic, and secondly because I'm usually one of the parties in such intense moments, given that I'm opinionated and confrontational.

While we were parting ways, Atiqah and I went to the side and left the other two alone while they sorted it out and hugged and teared a bit, etc. The strange thing is, after that happened, I felt sort of better.

Witnessing the heated row as a bystander made me realise we're one of those units who are i) able to talk about the heavier, more serious stuff instead of always the trivial and mundane and ii) we really care about each other, and that's why it matters to us what the other(s) think/s of our opinion and our stances.

It matters because these are the people who are important to us, and our impressions of one another matter.

Also, they turned my negatives into positives by the end of the night, and I love them for that. I love how they're so uplifting and I thank God for the three of them. ♥ :)


Two nights ago, I Am... Cafe had a break-fast session at Asian Market Cafe, Fairmont Hotel. I was from home, Lyssa was from school, so I brought a change of clothes and makeup to get her ready. I'm srsly the best elder sister ever. #dustsoffshoulders

She washed her face in the train station toilet. Sempat na!

Sarong and his "natural" pose. Somebody should tell him poses are not natural. -.-

Kyla, Abang Jam and soon-to-be baby! I cannot wait for the adorable mixed-blooded baby to pop out (anytime now)!

I also want a mixed-blooded baby!!! HAHAHAHA.

Farah and Diy. Throughout the night, Farah and I were remarking how similar Diy and Lyssa were, in that, as our younger sisters, they really depend on us for everything. Lyssa has slight social anxiety issues, so when I made her go out to the buffet by herself instead of waiting for me, she made up this entire scenario in her head.

Lyssa: "Kak! I'm going out into the battlefield now! Do you really want me to go through the bloodshed?! I can't do this, I'm not strong enough."

This baby, honestly, what would happen to her if I wasn't in Singapore????

We ate butter chicken and naan and pita and sushi and salmon sashimi (SALMON!!!!!) and chili crab and mantou and YUMS BUFFET! \o/ (unfortch as I always say, buffets are meant to be eaten, not photographed)

Sarong "posing naturally" as usual....

The management gave out prizes for best-dressed and colleague of the month. Rhel won best dressed guy and Faz won best dressed lady and Siti yelled "eh couple! husband and wife win!" HAHAHA Siti's comment wins.

Colleague of the month (by vote) was a tie between Dan and Luke. No prizes for guessing who I voted for. Luke knows, anyway. He and I are back to being bros after a week of awkwardness hahaha. YAY. \o/

This, ladies and gentlemen, is NOT how you take a photo???!?!!? One of the restaurant staff took the above but like, there's so much unnecessary/negative space all around!!!! None of us even understood why he went so far to take this. Aish, wae geurae?!?!?

Zahra was really adorable the entire night, her comments made the table/s laugh so much. How is Zahra so cute ah?!?! She's so crazy funny. Like she seems to say the first thing that pops up in her mind, and it's always hilarious! (with her cheeky eyes/expressions, tsktsk!)

Siti doing what she does best, menyelit kat depan je! ;P

Faz and Rhel, awwwww cho chweet. ;)

Man Poi and Lyssa. Man looks so good with his haircut, this boy looks more handsome now!

The Alis. I actually filmed them singing a Malay song and then doing a cover of John Legend's All of Me. I've been trying to upload the videos, like even right now again, but Youtube keeps failing me!!!! I promise I'm gonna try put it up here before Raya!!!! They were adorable!

People keep asking if Lyssa and I are twins. She's prettier than me, please. I know I'm pretty but I also know when people are prettier than I am, hehehe.

Ainul has the perfect modelicious body, she's so tall and skinny!!!

Siti Sarah (terbalik) ;)

Walid is leaving us for NS!!!! :( :( who's gonna make fun of me and ramekins now???

Awwwww Y SO SWEET.

Faz and I :) :) :)

I was very happy that night. It was two good nights in a row with people who make me really happy. The people at the cafe have been telling me I look really tired, though, which I really am. I like typing the articles for the travel website because the content really appeals to me, but I have barely any time to rest!!!!

Also, although I was very tired, chatting with someone always made me happy. I don't know how or why and what's even gonna happen with that, 'cos we came to an awkward standstill after discussing certain things. Que sera, sera.

I have more articles to type now to meet my deadline! I doubt I'll be getting much sleep for the rest of this week.

D'accord, c'est tout pour maintenant. Au revoir! 

Saturday, July 19, 2014


(music: Decorate - Yuna)

I'm all black and white inside
monotonous from left to right

This made me tear a little bit. As Lyssa asked though, "what doesn't make you cry, Kak?" I love children's choruses. This is so fucking adorable.

(But also: the girl who yawned so unabashedly. HAHAHA SO CUTE.)


Last week, I got tickets to The Sound of Music from Class 95.

We were so fortunate to be seated next to another Muslim lady in the theatre, she offered us dates to break our fast while we were watching the play. Such a sweet coincidence!

The show was brilliant, I never watched the movie before that so now I have the songs in my head, it's adorable. I'm glad it's Lyssa's favourite and I only decided to try get the tickets for her. She loved it, and I really enjoyed it too.

The set was amazing, better than Wicked's. The vocals were spectacular too.

We had dinner at Beanstro.

On Monday, I met Han for another production of sorts, Putri was doing it as her FYP at Republic Poly. After the one-woman production (the actress is such a versatile star!), Han and I spent three hours in Woodlands talking about everything.

We ranted about feminism (Han: "I think females would make great presidents and leaders because we know how it feels to be marginalised, disenfranchised and discriminated against, and we would enact laws that would be fairer"), discussed the depressing nature of the world ie. Gaza and politics, and we wondered about God, as we are inclined to do.

We also talked about why it's so hard for girls to accept being complimented for their looks. I told her what I've been thinking, that girls get so uncomfortable at being called pretty/beautiful, that it's so hard to accept that they're attractive, as compared to being called intelligent, because looks are prioritised over intelligence.

It's as if the be-all and end-all for women is to look good, and being complimented for it is larger-than-life and should be aspired to. I told her I'd rather be prized for my intelligence than my looks.

My opinion is that if you get complimented for your looks, the standard reaction should be "okay thanks" and then get over it, and throw it out the window, because "I was blessed with looks, so the fuck what?" It doesn't matter.

Being praised for our intelligence should be the benchmark of our worth, we should be more bashful and dubious when we're called "smart" than "pretty" because pretty means shite, pretty means you're nice to look at, wow.


Not sure what I'm doing with my life.

I'm depressed from all the bad things happening in the world. Then someone makes me happy and thinks I'm cute and funny when I'm rambling on and on. Then I realise that someone lives in Paris. Merde.

Also I feel like nobody deserves to be happy when there is so much suffering in the world. Why, though, why do such bad things happen? Don't those people have family and friends too, shouldn't they have concern for another fellow human being, who is someone else's family or friend?

Initially I wanted to not blog about this, but then I realised, what the fuck, there really is no point in keeping nothing a secret.