I’m not sick!

I’m healthy by 21st century standards

What I mean is that I work out (or try to) at least 3-4 times a week

I LOVE GREEN JUICE so I make mine green with minimum fruits, more vegetables

I sleep 7 hours a day and have an extreme case of dis-insomnia. It’s sort of insomnia in the opposite. The moment my head hit the bed, I’m asleep. Mr Law who?

My biggest flaw is that I always lend a hand to people around me by finishing their snacks for them. I mean, I subscribe to a no wastage policy so of course I’m glad to help, yes pass on those chocolates this way thnxbye.

But these past months, I’ve been so sick, even Mr Law forced me to take out one insurance after another. Probably waiting for me to croak so he can cash out ūüėõ¬†

HAHAHA I KID. I KID. not funny, i know.

But looking around NIE with fellow snivelling noses, I know I’ve found my tribe: the sicklies.

I hope we all have the patience to endure what Allah swt has tested us with. May this be His way of cleansing our soul and removing our sins. We can all do our best to take care of our bodies, but He gives and takes and we truly belong to Him.




Mmm, who is this girl beside me?

These past few weeks, Toybots have been so generous. Overly so. She offers to do my share of the household chores, buys me things at random..

“Its okay, Angah, I can help you do the dishes”

“Do you want anything from yew tee”

“Can I help you flush the toilet when you’re done”

Ho shootsy bootsy. 

Is it too late for me to renounce my sisterhood with her? 


I waited and waited for her to tell me where all this stems from guys..

So before long, she broached the topic of needing me to sponsor her tricity exchange trip.

Well, she beat about the bush long enough the bush is probably dead by now.

And that got me thinking about a couple of things. Toybots and I, we not only look similar,

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Uncanny similarities. I probably paid for this trip too, pfft.

 Her face is a photocopy of mine.

but growing up, I had a hard time asking for money too. Not that my parents were draconian about it, but because I knew how hard money came by and I never would want to put additional burden on them.

I remember the trips I had to miss or the occasions I felt envious of my friends when they wore ¬†clothes that weren’t a hand me down. When friends depended on their parents for extra pocket money for luxuries like watching a movie, I would work selling kueh at the market for it.

I remember that time is AC when I was given the opportunity to exchange at Osaka but the trip was marketed as “economical” when its teethering at $5K.

Most of all, I never want Toybots to feel that way. She is the gem of my heart; much capable and smarter than I could ever be. I was always hard on her because she has so much potential and she is starting out with much more resources than I could ever ask for when I was her age. She makes me proud every year with her countless awards and just how consistent she is in getting As in her academics. And this trip, she was offered one because she was/is (hard to keep track of this woman!) the Vice President of SP student body.


Of course I gave her the money.

But the next time she’s being ultra nice,

I’m gonna ask

“Mmm, so who is this girl beside me”


Saving money

Always have intention. Nawaitu itu penting. Lol.

Anyway, some of my friends have asked me how I’m not that¬†broke in light of house payments. So I’ve noted them down and this serves as a reminder to myself to just in case I fall into the abyss of my spendthrift youth.

Okay, so I started having a money detox when I began officially working in August last year.

Prior ¬†to that, money was just paper, waiting to be exchanged for Starbucks, plane rides and eating out. The last few years in Uni, I could count the amount of home cooked meals I had with my fingers. It was a jab at the “I’m independent” notion I wanted to shove down my parents’ throats. Thank god they survived.

When I began to have a solid income, I decided that I would spend less than what I would make on the day through the side jobs, keeping the $2.4k ++ intact.

For example, I taught tuition after work every weekday, and depending on the classes, I would earn between $40-$75 daily. That meant that my expenses (including transport, food, hp bill of $100/30 days, gym membership of $99/30days) must all fall under the amount. If for some reason I had to call in sick for that day, I’d limit food and walk rather than train/bus. Weekends were harder because even though I would bring home slightly over $200 on a Saturday, the hangout with family and hey-let’s-ask-Angah-to-belanja evenings would put me in the Red zone at times. I learned after that it was ok to share the bill *glares at Along*.¬†Sundays are my lowest earning days so it was easy to follow a strict budget when you go out because you¬†know that you can’t spend more than you make (or at least your conditioned brain thinks you make).

With the salary, I would give 1k to my parents for tolerating the pain I’ve inflicted to them over the years and save the rest. I go crazy on birthdays and festivities.

I try to follow the same rule now too, but it gets tighter because for a couple of months recently, the entire $2.4k was diverted into house payments. I gave my parents $500 instead of $1k and was proud to say that I could still save around $50 a month! My highest was in April at $52.08 *beams* Alhamdulilah!

So my theory with money is this: If the duit is Halal and you are using your money for good, you give some to your parents for Berkat, Insyallah, duit mesti ada.

Importantly, these rose tinted glasses I’m wearing, well they always tell me that I have money. And¬†feeling like you have money sure beats the gloom of not having any!


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Gonna be mine and Fazal’s in 6 months Insyallah *squeals*¬†

Well, and OCBC but whose looking at that.