Sunday, June 21, 2015

Nude heels.

I've been on the lookout for a pair of nude heels for a very long time, but couldn't really justify myself for getting one. One, I'll only probably wear them very occasionally (although admittedly for someone as selekeh as me, I can last quite long in them). Two, I kinda swore off them after high school (I used to live in heels and wedges and not know how to walk in flats).

Only that who can resist a pair of nude heels? They're a must in a girl's wardrobe (or shoe rack). So I thought, since I'm going somewhere nice and (kinda) dressy next month, I might as well jump into it. Get that darn nude heels I've always been wanting to get.

Went through a few online sites.. Keeping the tabs of 'potential' shoes.. Only to realise that most of them are peep-toes that I'm looking at. And you know, peep-toes are pretty. They last forever. They never age, especially the nude ones.

Bringin' on that femme fatale, rawr.

And admittedly I like peep-toe heels better than the pump ones. They are just too.. Pretty. Sigh.

But peep-toes are peep-toes, they have a peek into your toes. And I'm not sure I want to go down that route. In fact in all honesty, this whole killer heels business make me think twice if not already many times. They, urm, expose the upper part of your feet. Which is, urm, you know, aurat. And killer heels ain't deadly with stockings. Peep-toe heels, on the other hand, is a major turn-off with stockings.

I'll go for less deadly that a turn-off anytime, thank you.

It makes me think, the struggle is real. For many years I struggle with my clothes. It was really hard for me to start looking at size 12 tops when my true size is actually 6-8. Used to them now, Alhamdulillah. In fact they feel pretty good (and airy too). Then came the next struggle, loose and long tops to cover the backside. Convincing myself that I don't look like a walking potato sack.. Why is it that when I wear them I look funny, but others seem to be very modest and well, sejuk mata memandang?

Anyways, no peep-toes for me then. 

Pilih, nak struggle sekarang ke, struggle kat sana?

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Monday, June 15, 2015

Liverpool, ran and dyed.

This is a long due post. My aborted mission of going to Macedonia and/or non existent plan of going to Norway has been replaced by a trip to Liverpool. Supporting local product. *tetiba

So 4 years in the UK and it was actually my first trip to Liverpool. And I've never been to Manchester, in fact. Don't judge. Ingat Manchester best sangat banyak makanan halal? Kat Leicester pun bersepah okay. * mintak penampar cari pasal dengan orang Manchester. Nak gaduh? Omg tetiba sangat.

Anyways, Liverpool it was. There was Mersey River Festival going on that weekend. And Albert Dock was flooded (pun intended) with ships. And... Tiba tiba malas pulak nak menaip. And gambar banyak pulak nak kena filter. Haih pulak dah.

There are probably hundreds of pictures in my camera, but this time laziness wins.

Went there Thursday night, went to Cheshire Oaks and walked around city on Friday, and (literally) ran on Saturday.

Now here's the bigger mission in Liverpool.

Run or Dye!!

Alright don't be deceived by the 'Finish' banners. This is actually a 'before' photo. There's no way I could be that clean before the whole thing.

True 'after' picture. Comot gila. Even the camera became dusty with all the colour dye flying around.

Faces of 5k finishers! 

Not the prettiest pictures of us, but I owe this trip to this young lady. Kak Azyan, my senior back in high school. And since I went to 2 high schools (3 if you count the first few months before I was sent away), Kak Azyan and I were in the same SMKA (agama yes oh wow). She's 2 years senior than me. And since I left the school after form 3, it means the last time we saw each other was about 10 years ago. TEN FREAKING YEARS and she's still like, the cool senior I knew back then (okay Kak Azyan sila sengih sorang sorang baca ni). It feels pretty cool to see each other again! And it's been so long since I feel connected (wah!) to someone I haven't seen in a very long time. And I'm not talking about the weird awkward obligatory conversations, no, it was like the old asrama days, so young and carefree. Seronok gilaaaaa. Tinggal tak makan maggi dalam baldi je. (not that I did, pfft)

Ha, part menaip pasal orang seronok saja.

And I shall leave you with the manic scene of Run or Dye Liverpool at the closing ceremony.

Confession time: I probably just love the 'party' feel to it - the 'club' songs, the dance and groove, the jumping up and down to the beat.. Okay mungkin boleh kawal perasaan sekarang.

Anyways, we spent the day after walking to a car boot sale with jelly legs.

It was one hell of a trip and it deserves a longer proper post! Ah, so gutted sebab serius takde perasaan nak menulis sekarang.

Oh well, laziness wins. Everytime.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Quarter century old.

Kena upload sebab nanti boleh guna jadi modal nak sappy dengan Nadd. 
Sebab dedua gila kentang strong women, katanya.

We made a joke how we don't have a circle of close friends here, in Leicester. We have a line of friend, instead. (cause there's only two of us, so it's a line, geddit geddit?)

And we're so contented that we refuse to extend our line into a circle. 
Sigh, what do I do la without her.

I love you too, Nadd.

Friday, May 29, 2015


We had a family reunion in Leicester!

My brother and his wife came over for 2 days, and the weather was being nice-ish, so it felt pretty good to have visitors coming over without the weather being hormonal.

And of course, we did the obligatory thing when one is in Leicester - nothing. Literally nothing, just like how when my inlaws came over last time - spent most of the time snuggling in the room, all 5 of us.

So this time we just took a morning stroll to have English breakfast, then walk about in town soaking in the sunlight.

Which is not the main point, to be honest. I just feel the need to talk about something else.

As we walked through the town, hopping from one charity shop to another, I realised how my brother and I are very much alike. We're a morning-ish people, he likes(-ish) shopping as much as I do, and a few random bits and pieces. So as we were going through the worn furnitures and housewares, I watched the two lovebirds talking about their future home and all. Zahid is quite cool to get an opinion on, so it makes their conversation pretty fun to observe.

Then I realised, Adam and I are so different that we don't know where to begin. I'm very opiniated, most of the times I want things to be done in my way. Adam, on the other hand, is a very laid back person. He's okay with most things. So asking for an opinion from him is pretty much like talking to the wall. He's not fussed, so everything is okay to him.

And as we walked through town in the morning, it occured to me, harapan lah nak jalan macam ni dengan Adam. He is so not a morning person, though he's always happy for me to wake him up if I want to do things in the morning (most of the times I don't, because I feel guilty, and he looks too cuddly that I couldn't resist the fluffy bed too).

He can stay glued to the laptop watching movies and dramas, while I prefer reading more. 

We are so different that I sometimes find myself thinking, I wish he's more of this, less of that.. etc. Like when I was watching them buying things, planning for their house, heading towards the normality.. I thought, Adam would probably never bother about it. I can make a decision and he'll say they're good. (chuckling to myself as I'm writing this as it always sounds like he's spoiling me, he's not, he's just cool about most things!). I, on the other hand, am very particular about things - cutleries shouldn't have any holders, kitchenwares must be all white, clothes must be folded in certain ways.. Nak list je pun dah penat okay.

What I didn't say enough though, is how grateful I am for his simplistic mind. He never expects me to cook great food, he doesn't wear the most expensive clothes (and most of them don't need ironing anyway), he doesn't change his watch every two years (and go for a Tag, gasps!), he washes his own plates (and clothes, for that matter), he's a very simple man with very simple needs. 

Of course sometimes I do feel that his outfit can be so lame that it's annoying (if he ever appears smart and well-groomed you can thank me!). Still, I wouldn't trade that to a man with a closet full of Zaras and Topshop, or (insert some other branded manly goods here), as I myself can barely keep up with this whole dress-to-impress affair.

Last year I bought him a watch for his birthday, he took it with the most grateful expression ever! He was over the moon with it. Then on my birthday two years ago, he bought me an iPod classic, which I eventually returned because it's not quite to my liking. Since then he always has second thoughts when it comes to buying me gifts in fear that I might return them!

Guess I'm really that strong-headed, gaaahh.

So, Alhamdulillah, for this simple man I have. I might not say it enough, as most of the times I tell him things that we could've been, should the two of us are more alike. But really, this guy, haih, no word can ever describe how thankful I am for who he is.

Speaking of alike,

Mata mana mata??!?

Thursday, May 21, 2015


I'm back in the running field weehoo!

And no, I decided not to go to Norway. (so random what?)

Got a bigger mission to fulfill so yeah, Norway can wait. I am back on the run jyeah!

(did I just say it twice?)

Actually for months I've been making excuses for not running. Busy on outblock, gym fees too expensive, the weather being too cold, I'm not used to running outdoor.. Well, you name it. All the excuses in the world to justify why I haven't run for nearly 6 months. Half a year I tell you!! Oh the flabby legs and saggy bums..

So I took the plunge and bought myself a running jacket. Not cheap considering I've been trying to significantly reduce my expenses on clothes and the likes. And it doesn't help that all my running gears are from Nike (cause I'm anal like that), so the jacket has to be from Nike as well. But hey, this girl needs to run okay. Rawr.

My first run was pathetic though. It wasn't even 2km when I gave up and took a shorter way home, stopping by at Tesco to buy some chips and junks (the true purpose of the run in the first place) and spent the few days after with jelly legs.

The runs after were significantly better, much to my surprise. Managed to do over 5km without feeling like crap. Even better, I find myself faster on the road than on treadmill! Oh the 25 years of underestimating myself.. Sorry legs. (and bums and thighs, for that matter).

Speaking of runs, I was running at Abbey Park earlier today. It's quite a large park, I think you can cover nearly 3km going around the park alone. If you decide to take the smaller paths crossing the park every now and then, you can easily do 5km.

Thing is, from my house to the park alone is already more than 2km. So when I got there the intention was just to have a quick run around and head back home, which I can easily get 5km out of it. At least that was the plan.

Until I got lost in the park.

I couldn't find my way out to the exit (there are quite a few gates to enter the park) and I was running like a headless chicken, albeit slower. It took me a good 15mins running aimlessly hoping I find the gate where I came from until at one point I gave up. I nearly cried like a lost child in the middle of the park on a bright sunny day. This girl, I tell you, haih.. Hopeless. Finally I took out the good old GPS and found my way back. Hoi siapa je guna GPS nak cari exit park? Embarassing. And total distance covered was nearly 10km! I tell you what, my legs so don't deserve this. Huh. (tak puas hati on behalf of my legs).

I'm turning 25 this year (gosh so old!) and I remember telling myself in my early 20s, that I'll run my first marathon before I turn 25. It's probably too late now though, so I'm gonna make it a half marathon before the end of 2015 then. 6 months sounds not too bad.

Just that maybe for now I can focus on trying to run without getting lost.. In a park.. Full of people.. On a broad daylight..

Poor girl, she doesn't even know where she's going. (secretly judging self)