Movie Date

A couple of days back, Mr Law decided that we’ve not been hanging out enough


(READ: He misses me)


and wanted to grab dinner and a movie. I was excited even if the movie had to be Transformers (he enjoys them hiak hiak movie, I enjoy sitting next to him. WIN!)

We had dinner at fatpapas, a hipster type place 5 mins from his work place and went to JEM after.

Well, the Fazal-watching-during-movie-watching did not quite work out. Lol!


But thanks for the dinner and comfy chairs treat baby. I sure had fun!



It’s Ok Ibu, We Got This

Tracking the trajectory of my relationship with my parents, I can fairly say that it’s pretty calm.

There were phases where it became pretty tumultuous, especially during my late teens/early twenties.

Exhibit A 
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It was about the time where I was earning enough money to support myself and I thought that that gave me the free pass to do whatever I wanted. #delusionalmuch

I dyed my hair 20,000,000,000 times

Exhibit B

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from golden monkey to red ah lian, I had them ALL. Much of my hair went down the drain and thankfully most of the clothes did too. Now I’m suffering from split ends and brittle hair. I’m regretfully trying to grow out my black hair #listentoyourparentskids. Yes Ibu, you are right, I shouldn’t have. Okok, that’s enough gloating already mum. *roll eyes*

But thankfully, this Ramadhan gave me much thinking space to reflect on my silly antics. So I decided that it is high time I gave back.

This Ramadhan, my sister and I decided that we were gonna take over the household spendings for the entire month and Raya. The daily grocery run, the purchasing of raya clothes, kuih, house needs etc. and boyyyyyy, has it been expensive. 

Which really made me question my parents’ sanity for enduring this for the past 24 odd years that I’ve been alive. How hard my dad must have worked, the extra hours he must have put driving the taxi while holding his full time job must have been a strain on him while we were younger. Yet I’ve always had a very available dad. Yet this dad still helped with the dishes, fold the laundry and had a lap for me to lie on.

I’m glad that this Ramadhan, my sister and I were able to give back to my parents. May Allah swt always open our eyes to the realities of life, may He grant us humility and may He grant our parents the highest of Jannah. I’m glad that they could finally feel some relieve. Time to sit back Ibu. We got this, Alhamdulilah.