Three couples living in one apartment getting ready for a wedding in one hour is… impossible. People fighting for the shower. Queueing to use the iron. Guys whining how they have to iron. Kenny whining for Cammy to iron for him (which she did). Clem whining WHY he has to iron his shirt till i got a second opinion (Cammy) and she interjected that he really shoulD iron it. Marcel not bringing the right clothes for the wedding theme, not being able to find clothes his size in KK, and stressing what he brought that would match the best. Girls fighting for mirror space and me barking at Cammy for blocking my ‘light’. Helo came in to borrow the hairdryer. My ironed dress ended up creased so i had to re-iron it before we ran out the door. Clem shaking his head at how Helo’s and my dress seemed a little bit transparent in the bright daylight. I comforted him that it’d be dark soon and besides, where was i going to find a replacement outfit then!?
Matt looked nervous. “You look like you’re gonna throw up,” I said helpfully.
me, Helo and Clem Clem thought it was unnecessary i asked for a picture together when we first arrived. My answer: “You know what’s gonna happen later? We’re gonna get DRUNK and not end up with a picture together…” I was right. Neither of us took a picture together after this one.
Double rainbow = extra lucky!
Mummy Eve and Dylan
Najwa has the most exquisite features.
Little Frenchie and Chinky children! AWWW
Father of the bride, and beautiful bride!
Yiu Lin & Deb. I stole some shade under their brollies cos it was drizzling lightly and i was protecting my dress and bubbly.
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I remember the first few times i met Matt was when Serena and i were hanging out at events and he’d join us cos he wanted to see her. And i was thinking, “Oh, another guy going after Serena la la la.” And then it got serious ๐ After some time, i accidentally met Clem through another friend. We got together. And i found out that Matt actually helped Clem get his job in KL cos they were both in the same uni in France. What a really small world.
My fave pic of Yiu Lin while the sun was setting behind her
When Serena was getting ready to throw the bouquet, this cat above made a face and shielded herself with the brollie. Oh i couldn’t stop laughing.
Serena’s dress and shoes were made specially for her by Sonny San of Eclipse
A bit more than a week ago a bunch of us flew to Kota Kinabalu for Matt & Serena’s wedding.
I’m the most last minute person when it comes to traveling… I pack last minute, i’d call Taxifoo to come just an hour before check-in closes, and i’m sometimes late for both those things cos of work or traffic. Clem hates it and tries to book the taxi earlier now, and i call him an uncle for being so early. But because i pity him stressing out, i made sure THIS TIME i packed and was READY at least 30 minutes before the taxi came. It felt really weird. Never in my life have i got ready in time! In the end, the taxi was 30 minutes late! So i sat on the sofa for an hour doing nothing. Maybe i’m just not MEANT to be early at the airport.
Looking down on a beautiful scene like this makes me love Malaysia so much!
Clem and i were on the same flight as Lucas & Helo, so us four grabbed a taxi and joined everyone else who was at a restaurant bar called Cock & Bull. With all our luggage. I kept on checking on my bag lest someone walked away with it without anyone noticing. Though i must say that a few hours later… i completely forgot about checking on it -_-
After dinner, the bride and groom and most people left. I thought we’d pace ourselves seeing the wedding night the next day would be havoc, but noooooo some of us just don’t know how to GO HOME AND REST.
Kenny, Clem, and Brandon who took the wonderful wedding pix. I was enthralled by stories of gangsters, bodyguards and drugs; something different from my world of beaches, holidays, clothes and care bears.
William and Cammy
Well. We ended up going to bed at 4am. Before that, i felt so hungry after all that drinking, but thanks to Cammy’s foresight, had takeaway crabs to eat from their dinner woohoo! So we sat on the couch in the 3-bedroom apartment we rented and gnawed away at egg yolk crabs which seriously felt like heaven right then.
Next day we miraculously woke up at 10am. We = minus Clem. We went for this local pork noodles brunch that Serena describes as “eating fluffy clouds” cos the koay teow and pork is really soft and flavourful. I’m not sure whether clouds are flavourful but i like her description of it all the same.
No picture of fluffy cloud pork koay teow cos i just didn’t THINK OF IT. Blogger fail.
After brunch we went to this massage place that Kenny claims is the best in our area, having tried out 5 places. He was right tho. And it was crazy value too. I paid RM80 for a 2-hour massage (1 hour foot, 1 hour body). The masseuse was extremely precise in pressing the muscles and it felt soooo good. I couldn’t help tipping her RM20 cos i felt she deserved it. Two days later they told one of us that their wages were RM500 per month with 2-4 days off/month. Gosh! RM20 must have been an extra big tip to her then!
Massage place we went to is called: De Lanna. C-02-02 Warisan Square, Jalan Tun Fuad Stephens.
After the massage Kenny and i caught a taxi to Pan Pac Hotel where the rest were hanging out by the pool. Everyone was eating and i ordered percik chicken wings that i had thrice during the 3-nights i was in KK! It’s so good. I still think about it till today. I love you Pan Pac percik chicken wings!
I went out tonight not expecting to blog about anything else than something joyful after, as i usually do. But tonight, i will veer from my usual direction cos i just can’t help it.
I went out drinking in the evening (an unplanned event) and at the end of the night, i found myself talking to one of my closest girlfriends about something that i didn’t foresee us bringing up.
Death.
Loss.
I just had to throw those words out there before you read anymore.
From happy inconspicuous things, we tiba-tiba shifted topic to fathers. Then suddenly she started sobbing about her dad… and i felt at a loss. I never guessed she felt this way about her father’s death because she merely never showed it to us.
She admitted to how her father’s death affected her. How the man she felt would show her the way through life suddenly disappeared. And i was hit at how much she’s being going through without us noticing. I know of another girlfriend’s father passing away recently… and it made me appreciate my father with me alive right here right now a lot more. But this, intimate revelation of emotions… completely threw me off guard.
The closest i’ve ever come to this tragedy is imagining what my friends are going through. What they must be without their father. What *i* would feel if *my* father died. And a little part of me died temporarily inside too. And at that time, i was just imagining! What if it was really happening?! What would i do?! What would i be?! What would happen of me?!
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The pain in me is just a pittance of what my friends are feeling.
So the only thing i could do was cry. I cried and cried with my friend. I cried for her pain. I cried for her loss. I cried cos i was so sad so fucking sad for her. And nothing we could do or cry for could ever bring him back. And she felt sorry. She felt sorry that she’d made me cry that night. But i said, “Please. This is nothing. You only make the rest of us who still have our father realize how lucky we are.”
And we are.
So don’t forget to appreciate your fathers.
You never know when the Universe might suddenly decide to take them back. And it will hurt us, all of us daughters, so much.
Pix from the Armani event last week. I almost flaked out on the event cos i was really tired that day… but unexpectedly AWESOME company and a steady flow of Moet kept me there till way past my bedtime.
Not-so-great picture of Justin and i. We had a Japanese dinner before going for the event, having learnt from the previous week’s mistake by not having dinner and getting way too drunk. Guest of honor that night was actress Shu Qi, whom i just about managed to get a glimpse of.
Someone eyed me up and down and asked, “Is your skirt from BCBG?”
I clasped on to my champagne, looked down at my skirt to recall, and lightly replied, “No. It’s from Topshop! Four years ago.”
Johan (did i spell that right :p) and Alia
Alia and i chatted heaps about books and movies. I need to email her to get all these names i have forgotten now.
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