The Dress

Well, you didn't expect me to upload the full length picture of the dress I'm wearing tonight for Unitar's Annual Dinner. (Yes, yes. I know. I'm not a Unitarian, why am I attending? My mom asked the same question.)

This is just a sneak peak. I will upload later, okay? The event is tonight.



So, instead, I'm going to tell you about my weekend.

Usually, on Fridays, I only have one class - ACC114 at 10am. But the lecturer told us in advance that there'll be no class this week as she has something to do (I wasn't listening, her class give me major headache). However, we were told on Monday that we'd have a replacement class for PAD160 at 8pm.

Therefore, since I have a whole day free, I set a date with the girls, so we can try own our dresses and decide on the accessories and other girly stuff. (I'd spare you the details). I was planning on going to campus around 6 or 7 later on.



From the photos, you can see that we went out.(D'oh). Not to search for dresses, they already searched for them frantically around Kota Kinabalu, literally went into every boutique in town to find the right dress. Luckily for me, I'm not required to do so, as my mom loves to buy me dresses, even though I don't wear them. (She's kind of glad I'm going to this dinner, because that mean I FINALLY wear them. Some still has price tags on them.) If I have to go around town and look for a dress, I rather not go.

After helping me decide on my dress, Nana said we have to help Awie choose his outfit for tonight. He wanted to wear a vest. Shia Labouf's red-carpet looks. So, i suggested Bingo Man in Citymall.

So, all five of us (Nana, Mimie, Dayang, Kee & myself) went to pick him up at his place using Nana's car (which afterward, we ask him to drive instead). And the car overheated. Which explain why we're in a playground. It was next to the petrol station we stopped in to refill the water in the radiator and let the car cool down for a bit.



We spent quite some time searching for the right vest. After finding the nicest one, we spent more time on finding the right colour and pattern of a long sleeve shirt to match the vest. Then, we reward ourselves with a treat from freesh cafe. (which happens to be not much of a treat as the yo-icecream was yuck.)

Oh, forgot to mention. The replacement class was also canceled at the last minute. And Kee manage to persuade me to go to a party with her last night.



So, today (Saturday, October 15) I have to accompany my mom to a wedding in my neighbourhood around 12 to 1pm (She just told me last night). Then I have to get ready for the Unitar's Annual Dinner (and I just realized I left my dress in Nana's place)

On Sunday, I have HBU 126 tests. Yes, testS. One where I have to march all day according to command; another is the theory test which only takes about 1 hour or so.

P.S: I have a presentation to prepare on for CTU on Monday (Which I should really improve) and an assignment to submit on the same topic (which I haven't even started.)

It's one busy weekend.

Never Ever

The 10-days Raya break has begun.

Aqilah Zaiyanie will be A.W.O.L. for a few days to hibernate and replenish her energy which she had overused last weekend during Zombie Week.

Don't expect any updates these few days, unless something major occured.

09.09.09

Today is a memorable date (09.09.09). Everyone been buzzing over the numbers. Lots planned to have their weddings on this date; some successful, some couldn't due to overbooking of venue.

It doesn't mean that I'm going to enjoy today.

Reminiscing

A loud bang on the door shook me off my dreamless sleep and on to the floor this morning. Surprised and confused, not to mention pain as I fell on my back hard. Immediately after composing myself, I opened the door, wondering what was the emergency for anyone to knock on the door so hard, only to found Mummy standing on the other side with a mug of coffee in her hand, who merely said, "Hantar Mama pergi airport."

My reactions to that was; to rush off to the toilet to wash my face and brush my teeth; to change my clothes; to get the car ready; and to place my mum's luggage in the trunks. I forgotten that she's going to Johor today, and didn't know what time was her flight; so I got ready so swiftly, thinking she's going to be late to the airport thanks to me. If you ask me, I'd say I handle things pretty well, considering I just woke up. (My close friends would know that I'm a cranky person if I'm woken up from my sleep) However, I did almost drove off without my mom in the commotion. Fortunately, I realized that she wasn't in the passenger's seat nor downstairs of the house. I went to her room, and found her sitting on her bed, watching TV.

Anyway, half an hour or so, she was ready to leave the house. On the way to the airport, she saw an ad on the billboard for the "Smiling Fish" sardines. She let out a chuckle and I asked what's so funny. Obviously, I didn't notice the billboard. She said, "Smiling Fish" only instead of reading it in English (smile-ling), she pronounced it "smi-ling fis", just like how your read it in Malay. I laughed, because I know exactly what she was thinking. You see, my brother Z used to pronounce it that way when we're kids.

It didn't take much to bring back old memories. My mum suddenly remember all the word he used to pronounce wrongly. Z used to call our old BMW car "B-M-da-da-u". Ha-ha. He always liked that car. Still does, I assume. That's not all, he also pronounce biawak (lizard) as "bini-awak" (which means, your wife.) I wish I could list down all the words here. But that would be a long list, and I have to refer to my mum. Oh, and he's going to hate me for it.

Z has always been an adorable kid. Adorable chubby kid. And a sweet brother. When we were younger, he was my closest siblings. (Intan was in her rebellious teenage phase) We always play together, and he always back me up. I assume he likes being the big brother, the sense of power to protect his baby sister. I still remember that one day, he refused to go to the kindergarden, because I will not have anyone to play with at home. Isn't it adorable? As a result, I followed my parents to send him to kindergarden everyday.

My mum and I had breakfast at the Asian Delight Cafe in Terminal 2. There we talked about our old memories; the hyperactive tomboy-glamour Intan; the preserved silent geeky N; the chubby cheeky Z; and me, of course, the curly haired shy girl who hid behind Mummy and frown every time anyone wants to get near her. We're a handful bunch of kids, all right. Intan alone is hard to handle.

Gosh, I miss being kids. And I miss my siblings. We may not be tight and keep in touch often, but we care about each other. Or at least I do. I can't wait to go to Kuala Lumpur and have our usual arguments.

Happy Birthday Krissy!

Today, someone is a year older. Kristine Emmanoelle Kandu. Gosh, Krissy, You're 20 years OLD.

Well, since her birthday fall on the mostly hated day of the week: Monday, we didn't have much of celebration. My class schedule is pack on Mondays. And you know all about the Monday Blues, right? We all hate Monday.

Oh, right, Krissy's birthday. I actually didn't plan to plan anything. I wanted to take her out for movie or BK or something. But, it's Monday. And Effni's car is in the workshop. Who's car could I borrow, if not his? Oh, I don't bring my car to campus. It's still technically under Mom's name. I don't want to be responsible if anything happens to it.

I was online, and *ting* Meena online. I suddenly remembered about MMJ Cupcakes. Their post-SPM not-so-mini business. I was curious about it anyway, so I messaged Meena to make an order.It's sort of a surprise for Krissy. She has no idea about it. Felicea, Yan and Ari waited in my room, while I bring Krissy up. I just told her I'm done using her stuff, she can have it back now. So, she followed me to my room. I think she sort of knew I planned something, but didn't know what exactly. I don't think I sounded convincing enough, plus, usually when I'm done using her stuff, I'd bring the stuff to her, not ask her to get it herself.

Anyway, as soon as Krissy walked in, Fel, Ari & Yan yelled "Surprise!". Oh, did I mention where they placed the cupcakes? In the middle of the room. And they were hiding behind the door. Haha, it's a dorm room. What do you expect?

So, we sang "Happy Birthday". Okay, they sang. Krissy pretended to blow on the cupcakes with candle icing on it. Well, it look likes candles, is it supposed to be candles, Meena? Yes, major miscalculation there. I forgot about candles. Well, its not exactly a birthday cake anyway, guess it will do, right Krissy?

Each of us fed Krissy a cupcake in turn. In my turn, I asked Yan to count to three when she takes our picture. And as soon as she said "three", I smashed the cupcake into her face. Oh, Ari helped as well. Sorry we smashed your cupcakes MMJ, but it was delicious! Haha, icing everywhere. Even in her hair. I would have done much more if Krissy hasn't been nothing but angel to me.

Oh Gosh, I really have to post up the pictures of her with the cupcakes on her face. Yan, I need the pictures!

Krissy, Happy 20th Birthday! May all your wishes come true, and have an amazing year! Oh, may you be able to stop your addiction toward BK's Royal Chicken with Cheese and Muslim guys. Opps? Well, you know its true. You'll be married and converting in Muslim in 10 years.

Thanks for being so nice and helpful to me. Especially at times when I didn't even ask for it.

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