Today DID NOT start out well. At this particular moment, I look like a hag, with my tudung all wrinkled (hardly the professional look), my jubah somehow looking haphazard (how is that even possible?) and to top it all off, I think I may have brought the term ’smoky eyes’ to a whole new level. Puffy much? Oui.
Alright, for starters I headed over to Aufa’s last night to finish off an assignment that we’ve been putting off for God knows how long. In fact, I’m typing it at the moment. Multi-tasking. 
Turns out I had to stay overnight at her place anyway to finish the supplementary contents of the assignment and managed somehow to stagger back to my room at around 7am after Subuh prayers. That was my bedtime too, hence the Puffy Eyes Syndrome. Naturally, I overslept and woke up at precisely 10am, the exact time when I should have had my butt neatly placed in Torts Tutorial. I went anyway, and was about 20 minutes late, which come to think of it, is pretty good time. I owe that to my shoes. Yeah, you can go on and make cracks about it being ‘prefect shoes’ (looks pointedly at Najia) or ‘Scouts shoes’ (looks pointedly at Zuhairy) but practicality rules in moments of desperation. Oh my God, I’m giving an ode to my shoes.
I think I’ll just relate what happened on Independance Day here, to cheer me up a little. But first things first: this assignment. Be right back.
(30 minute interval)
DONE. Alhamdulillah.
On the eve of Merdeka night, Aisya and I went down to the Grand Staircase to join in the celebrations for Merdeka. I wasn’t really in the mood for going out; I had a good book, a good supply of hot chocolate, good music available and felt like staying in for the night. Never was much of an outgoing person anyway. Anyway, was invited to watch the performances, and I guess I couldn’t pass up the chance to see an orchestra so the next thing I know, Aisya and I were one of the many faces of the crowd that night. It was relatively alright, though I can understand the irk of the orchestra for being shown the exit the way they were. It wasn’t respectful to not even be announced off-stage due to the constraints of time, but for what its worth, they did good. Coincidentally, the piece was one of my favourite songs from Peterpan’s album.
As for the Merdeka atmosphere, yay for being a Malaysian! I count my blessings for that.
On Independance Day, Aisya dragged me off to MidValley. Like I said, I don’t like going out much, but must have been wrong in the head (or sleepy) to have agreed to the outing. Won’t say I regretted it (can’t say otherwise, Aisya’s reading this) but several events during the course of the day did amuse me so I guess it was a good thing. First off: the driver of the feeder bus thought I was Mawi’s fiance. I wanted to do a serious double-take right there and then, but since I was standing, thought the better of it. Ok, I don’t watch AF but I would have to be daft to not know who Mawi is, what with all the hype surrounding him at the moment. I just can’t seem to care…Indifference is a much politer word. But it was funny. How weird can things get?
Its official. I now am more knowledgable about clothes shops. Aisya led me everywhere: Dorothy Perkins, Topshop, Ms. Read, Seed, British India, East India, B.u.m, Diesel, Zara, Padini Authentics, Island Shop…oh wow, I remember the names. *Pats self on back* As a result, we both had stomach muscle cramps all throughout yesterday. A painful day, yesterday. *Shudders*
Played 2 games of bowling, which was the main lure of the outing in the first place. Being naive, I thought we were just going to go there, have lunch, bowl and go back. Apparently…not. But I had fun bowling…I’ll only have to say these 2 words to get Aisya to snap at me: Beginner’s Luck. Muahaha. Ok, so I only got one strike, but I’m happy. Thats what counts, no?
Aight then, I think that should cover it. I’m feeling a little better, and I had better get this assignment submitted quick.
Enough said here.
