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?

When you get judgy, ask yourself, what are you so insecure about?

You are morally higher than that. 

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 My aborted mission of going to Macedonia and/or non existent plan of going to Norway has been replaced by a trip to Liverpool.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.

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.