Dilemma..

*the pack are seated on the front row, the rest are also good friends of the pack, Zura is missing though. Has been missing for quite some time.

I know I haven't been bloggin for quite some time.. had back to back classes and when I have free time mostly would be busy uploading photos on facebook..

Anyway, since Rem got back from Jeddah we've been meeting up quite frequent now. Catching up and savouring lost time. The bad news is, everyone's birthday is this month, and yes eventhough it's after pay day but it did burn a hole in my 'purse'! So who are these people that I'm reminiscing good old times with? They are my TESL coursemates- we were actually more than that..it's like the wolves. Moving around in a pack, rite? So this was our pack- consisting of Zareen, Reeza, Remy, Atan, Zura and myself. Of course at times the boyfriends/ girlfriends were welcomed to join.

We didn't really care to mingle with others, we even stayed as housemates later on when we got kicked out of the residential college!

But those were the days.. if I could turn back the time and change things- I would probably ditch the boyfriends, cos they were just complicating things. But nothing else. Maybe to actually put effort in my studies but would probably party even harder! ;)

My ambitious attempt!

I have this dinner coming up. I planned to wear either one of these two dresses that I have, it used to be a size bigger and it was of those stretchable velvety material you know. So there I was, after my bath, naked, decided to try both of the dresses.

First horrific experience. The short long sleeved black velvet dress. Managed to get into the dress. Result: Jackfruit wrap aka Sarong nangka. Details: No visible waist but visible fat trying to get out of the dress. Then concluded that no one should see me in this dress. Rolled the dress upward (no zippers) to get out. Got stuck just below the shoulders. What did I do? PANIC ATTACK!! It was like World War II-Excrutiatingly painful and devastating! After about 10 minutes of struggle, I calmed down. Did the breathing exercise and slowly pulled the dress, with of course sounds of torn seams.

But of course, it didn't end there because I thought it would be different with the other dress. Same material, just longer. Hmm. Yes. Need I explain more? Let me just quote a friend of mine who said, 'I sometime have my dumb blonde moments'. And Yat- this time I have to agree with you!! And this was definitely one dumb blonde moment of mine!

Conclusion: Must go shopping for a dinner dress.

My first strand of grey hair!

I can't believe I forgot to write about the most important highlight of my life.. My first strand of white hair!! It was my good friend, Yatt... or was it Zureen (OMG! I AM old..can't even remember this and it was only two weeks ago!) who found it then pulled it out for me. Of course I was SHOCK at the same time TERRIFIED and also SAD! How now?