I felt like I needed to share this food joint that I give absolute credit for not at all being overrated or being one bit of a disappointment, it needs a lengthy post of it's own. And to me, this cafe has has exceeded my expectations, the food here is really fantastic! Im already thinking of paying a visit over the weekends.
I first visited the place with my partner, and we truly enjoyed the food so much that he even held my surprise birthday celebration there for myself with the company of the people I care for. I may not be a food critic but lets just say my taste buds are extremely particular and it recognizes great food.
This is my absolute favourite: Grilled meltique beef. I highly recommend anyone who visits this cafe for the first time to try this out. The meat was absolutely tender and succulent, and it's not plain on it's own, I could taste how well seasoned it is. It's already tasty even without dipping it into the sauce.
Smoked Duck Breast which my friends did enjoy. Not exactly a duck fan, can't help but think of how cute they actually are :(
Yes it's wine, but halal wine, how so? Zero alcohol of course! Courtesy of the cafe.
The guys with one of the chefs and the store's deputy operation director in the middle. Matter of fact, they weren't supposed to be working that day, but they came down specially for the event as my partner came down in advance to inform them of his intent to hold my celebration there. I was genuinely touched!
You see there is nothing better than a place that is extremely welcoming to their patrons.My partner and I truly enjoy how friendly the people at the cafe are, from the operation director, owner and even the chefs! Thats always a bonus, not to mention the deliciousness of the food of course. Since our first visit the stors operation director was more than happy to befriend us and hold conversations about the cafe, from what was told, I understand they might actually even possibly shift into a bigger location, YAY to that if it happens! Goodness like these deserves to be shared!
Update: "Our tentative last day operations will be on the 3rd May. Moving forward we are in the transition for relocation to a bigger unit with more food options including kids menu. If time permits, we could even do Iftar in Ramadhan Insya Allah."
11am - 10pm (Sun-Thurs & Public Holiday)
11am - 11pm (Fri, Sat & Eve Public Holiday)
Closed on Hari Raya Aidilfitri & Hari Raya Haji
Another hostel I'm aware of that offers rental rates by the hour for special events would the Shophouse Social Hostel, yes the one directly above the ever popular Working Title Cafe.
Being very detail oriented i requested to have a site recce to fully be able to envision what i could do with the venue or if it was true to photo and most importantly if it would suit my liking. I highly recommend this to anyone who has qualms and doubts over a venue that they are holding their special event at because the last thing you would want is to be disappointed on the actual day itself.
Fresh starts aren't always bad, especially when your fresh start has appeared to be the missing puzzle that's meant to teach you why it could never work out with anyone else. I understand that many have questioned on my ask.fm on why i have not yet written a post on affairs of the heart and it has nothing with wanting to keep things private, as clearly (if you're on my instagram) i am more than happy to flaunt this special being in my life because he has made me whole again.
Thank you Ridhuan Muhammad for coming into my life and showing me what it's like to be looked at with such tenderness in your eyes which speaks on it's own of your adoration for me. Thank you for showing me that a good man does exist and for always showering me with kindness. Thank you for loving me so much that at times i wonder what have I done to be deserving of it but i couldn't be more grateful.
- Threatening
to leave
- Smashing
things
- Controlling
you through minimizing, denying and blaming
- Making
light of the abuse and not taking your concerns about it seriously
- Continually
criticizing you, calling you names, shouting at you
- Emotionally
degrading you in private, but acting charming in public
- Humiliating
you in private or public
- Withholding
approval, appreciation or affection as punishment
We are the new generation of leaders who will be able to swerve and inspire young minds to embrace change,positivity and to always have love in their hearts. Imagine a much respectable future ahead where our children do not have to worry about fitting in but being able to appreciate themselves as unique individuals. I yearn for that, do you?
Losing my late brother was really the hardest event and the greatest ordeal for the family to go through. This has always been a sensitive subject for me to ever discuss as a part of me felt that i do not owe anyone a story out of it, However when i find many questions and untrue statements surfacing on my formspring i decided it's time i speak up.
My siblings mean the world to me, growing up i was often triumphant over the fact that i have such protective siblings, they care and love me unconditionally. Growing up i faced many setbacks and they would fight my battles for me. An incident i would never forget was when i was harassed by a stranger right outside my own home and my siblings and father dashed out of the house immediately upon hearing my screams. Matter of fact my late brother even jumped out of his bedroom window as it was the nearest exit to the door. Now that is the kind of love i have been brought up with. The crazy unconditional kind, the kind where we would fight to protect each other without having second thoughts. And when very cruel untrue stories surfaced about me, it was my late brother who did his very best to make sure my name was in the clear. And the best part, he did it discreetly, i only found out much later, from his friend. I was in awe by his selfless nature.
Everyone would have their childhood memories held so closely to their hearts, and my childhood consisted of my late brother. I was 5 when i moved into my current neighborhood. At that point i really did not have anyone to play at the playground with, unless my cousin comes over. I would follow my late brother everywhere he went, that includes meeting his friends for a game of "rounders" or to the "Tamiya Track" where i would carry his box of tools for him. To make me feel included, my mother and him even bought me my very own Tamiya, which i remember was the black spider. Im pretty sure any little boy could relate with my childhood. I even ran out of the house to follow him play "Ali pom" when my mother was halfway feeding me lunch only to be dragged back by her who right at that point was chasing after me with the plate of rice still in her hand haha, that was how much i wanted to always be included in his life. I grew up playing wrestling, where i would willingly volunteer myself to have the moves tested on, my favorite was the "chokeslam" he would carry me so high up and then playfully throw me down the bed. He would give me a lift on his black haro bike and make me sit in the middle of the handlebar, which i find to be so thrilling. I know it must have been so annoying for him to have to bring me along with him all the time, but he never complained. That is one thing i admire so much about him, is that he is so patient.
Growing up i always felt like my brothers were the coolest people around. I would want to listen to the music they were listening to, play the same games they did on "sega" and afterwards "playstation" I would want to carry the same brand of haversacks to school as they did. I remember feeling very jealous as a little girl when i sent my late brother to his first day back to secondary school and seeing him talk to another girl, because i felt like i should be the only other girl he talks to.
Our relationship was built humor, witty comments, jokes be it a tease or merciless. We fought hard, like any other sibling would, but the love we had was even stronger. We grew up learning to give in, in fact he gave in a lot to me, because i was the only girl in the family. He could have resented me for it, but he did not. He loved me. He made it his mission to watch over me.
Our last holiday today is still carved so dearly to me in my heart. Hot tears are welling in my eyes as i am reminiscing our times together right now. The bond we siblings had were so strong, that when my parents looked at us, they knew we will do okay. On the streets of London we roamed, me and my late brother and eldest brother were up to our usual antics of making fun of our mother in the name of fun and throwing remarks just to annoy her and coming up with inside jokes. We had so much fun during this trip and bonded like never before, none of us knowing that this would be our last holiday together as a complete family.
Day after day, i find myself missing my late brother even more. I lost my late brother due to an accident at his workplace. It took me weeks to register that the tragic event did take place. In my mind i was hoping it was just a very very bad dream that i have not woken up from. I was devastated at one point, and confused the other. I miss having him walk into my room with his usual "HARLOW SHA. DAH MAKAN?" or teasing him for his vanity. I miss having him getting all excited telling me about a new song he discovered, or seeing him in the living room watching a soccer match. I miss hearing people telling me how nice it was to be in the company of my late brother. Beneath his quiet demeanor, he was a very funny man, a man full of wisdom, humor, and most of all heart. A man loved by so many, that we received hundreds and hundreds of people who grieved the loss of this very wonderful man.
In me i hold so much regret, of not spending enough time with him, for all the silly bickering which could have been quality conversations.
As a family, we are coping well in the situation, we believe that Allah must have loved him more and with that comes acceptance.
As part of my movement to reinvent myself, i have deleted most of my posts in order to not be associated with all the writings i have made out of a wrath of teen angst, lovelorn, pretty much anything shallow to an unacceptable limit. However i have kept some which are so dear to me.
What readers should know about me is that i am a big and firm believer in character development, i am not in any way trying to pride it, it is because i am so ashamed of my flaws that i see a great need of change in my life constantly. It does not mean that i do not acknowledge my past, i do, it's just that i do not want to have it roaming around unnecessarily. Someone once told me, part of being a good blogger required "juicy information", "airing your dirty laundry" and "defaming others" but what if i can stay away from all that and try to be the best i could be?
What if i could be a platform of support for the people who need it the most. What if i could inspire based on the reality that i have been through so much downward spirals but somehow i find myself coming back stronger than ever.
So here i am on a mission to show that above all, i am human, i get vulnerable, emotional, but i also do get through my bad days like a true fighter.
On that note happy week ahead to all my readers. And i truly hope you would support me in this. You know i love all of you, from the constant encouragement you've showered me, unbelievable flattery that gets me smiling. Thank you all. :)
Life is really unpredictable, as we know it,one moment someone's in the pink of health, next, gone.
When i was younger, i always find myself in silly squabbles with my mother and holding it against her for it. Growing up i find myself laughing it off after similar situations, we'd eventually make up for it as quickly as possible with a warm hug, or simply by giving off a familiar stare which speaks "do you really still want to be angry over the incident?" and we'll start chatting and explaining how we each felt and why we reacted the way we did.
What makes a good parent? Some people think it's about being a best friend towards their children? Maybe? but a line must be drawn. My religion has taught me the importance of a parent, and how it is of the highest status, and with that comes my undying love and respect for them. The idea of possibly losing them is beyond my deepest fear.
You know, their presence has always been able to calm me, it's the great familiarity of my mother's footsteps coming towards my room
the smell of delicious home cooked food, knowing she has put in alot of effort to making sure she rotates our favourite dishes
the squeaky cleanliness of the house
her gentle touch
how she willing to brush my hair and feed me when im sick
and that both parents would go through any extend to keep me away from harm even if it means putting up a fight for me
and how i can easily fall asleep whenever i lay my head on her lap/shoulder
or how i get so happy whenever i hear my dad come home, being able to recognize the sound of his set of keys and leaping of of bed in joy towards him and give a peck
how he looks at me in the most adoring manner and afterwards smile when i catch him and tell me to not grow up too quickly or that i look like my mother and pay me a compliment.
giving me a neck massage with his strong arms and those very arms make sure that i never have to lift a single thing when we're out
how they both call me princess
all the teasing and jokes we share
being sandwiched in between my parents in their bed and watching tv with them and hearing their comments
These are all the things that i could not live without, their touch, the scent, and everything about them that i completely love and admire. I pray to god that my love ones will always be kept safe. Every waking moment with the people i love being around shall not be taken for granted.
But if i don't wake up to another day, i want the people that i love to know that my devotion has been nothing but sincerity, that they have been the biggest part of making me grow as an individual, that i've always believed in them and that they've made my years worthwhile,i want them to know that i've tried my best to be there for them and apologize for the times i've not, i want my parents to know that they are the best parents a child could ever ask for. I want the love of my life to know that he has made me the happiest person on earth,that he has made me whole and the woman that i am today, and that he has above all guided me into learning how to love myself. I want my circle of few true friends to know that i am thankful for having them as my companions and that it has been a great honor to have them and that so few could be as lucky as i am to find true friends instead of just acquaintances. I want each and everyone who has been a part of my life to know that they have made an impact and played a great role in it. I want everyone to know that i have lived life with a good mixture of being safe, yet reckless, i've chased my dreams,though not far enough, i know the sky is the limit and i've never been a quitter. I've battled my insecurities, i've overcome obstacles, i've been adventurous, theatrical, overly dramatic, insane, silly, goofy and yet i have also been subtle, and found tranquility, and i thank god for the blessed life i have been given.
Alhamdulillah, syukur ya allah.
with your one wild and precious life?"
"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman"
Sunday was spent under my block for a neighbours wedding, half the day was spent there. Its amazing how the block is closely knitted and neighbours are like family. From playing cards, round 2 of Nasi Briyani, round 3 of cakes to the trip to the playground with the kiddies and the young ones. It was all good.
Contradicting to the blog title? Spot on. There's something that i had put some thoughts into, why do we pride in the people who critisize, mock, humiliate and pride in themselves. It seems like a worldwide phenomenon. Most love to love the people who put a mask on, or do we really? There are people who think that they are above others in many ways and that entitles them to a free pass to look down on the rest of the earthlings. Or the people who forgot what humility is? Its sad. Because the bitch parade is almost like a movement. Its almost like saying "Hey! Its okay to make someone else a laughingstock cos it shows that we are above others." It isn't nice if you think of it, yes its a free world, but that does not entitle us do bring damage on other people, why are we priding in all the bitching? What happened to the good old humblepie?
Till then will upload pictures from the weekend and beyond.
We are the heartbeat and our souls speak
And all the beauty I have ever dreamed
Is right here in front of me
Beyond the end
I treasure you
You made me whole again