My DrEaMviLLe

Hmm… This weekend was a little more boring than last weekend… Saturday, I went to my friend’s belated birthday party in Subang. But I took the commuter to Batu Tiga to meet up with my friends first so we could go to Thiru’s party together. It was raining when I left my house to the KTM station. I ran from dad’s car to the station in my heels. (Seriously, I just lurv heels k… I guess I’ll never learn the lesson & I’ll still wear heels even if it kills me! Buhuhu~) I must have looked really funny as I got myself wet. I thought it was only a very short distance from the main entrance (before the parking ticket machine) and the station, but I still got wet. I got Thiru a blouse, hoped she’d like it. Last minute present, u know… Oops! I took cab to my friends’ apartment from Batu Tiga KTM station. There, they were busy applying make-up and stuff. Haha, girls… as usual with all the hassle… I was more like a Plain Jane, only had some lip colour on but my friend made me put on eye shadow since they looked so grand. I’d never seen my friends (two of them, both Indians) look so grand before, in Punjabi suit.

We reached the party at 8.05pm, I saw many KUTPM students there (Thiru & my 2 Indian friends study in KUTPM)… All of them are Indians, except one Chinese girl. I felt like an outsider there, but my 2 friends, Shasi and Priya, did introduce me to some of their coursemates. The weirdest thing was, none of them there had eaten though they’d reached earlier. They said that Thiru hadn’t cut the cake yet. But I thought, the cut-cake event should be the "grand finale" of the party right? That’s how it’s supposed to be, isn’t it? Well, at least it’s like that at all the other parties I’ve been to. I was starving and other guests (Thiru’s relatives I assumed) were eating happily. So, I told Priya and she got her friend to lead the way to the buffet table. Suddenly, the youngsters there also started to queue up for food. Aiseh, why wouldn’t they eat earlier, I wondered… It was Indian cuisine anyway. Not that I didn’t like Indian food, but I was craving for bbq chicken wings and the usual food that u’ll find at a party.

While I was eating, they held the cake-cutting ceremony and I only managed to slightly mumble the birthday song ’cause my mouth was full! (+_+) By the way, Thiru’s party was also to celebrate her nephew’s 7th birthday. So,  there was an entertainer there for the kids. He performed some magic tricks (which even I was amused at) before transforming himself into a clown. Yes, he painted his face on the spot! Thank goodness he didn’t look like a creepy clown or I think I would have run far far away! *LOL* Initially, I planned to stay overnight at Shasi’s apartment but fortunately I saw my ex-form 6 monitor, Nanthini who was gonna go back to Kajang so she gave me a lift! *Thank you soooo much Nanthini!* Or else, I would have trouble going home from Shah Alam the next day… Overall, I was glad to see my form 6 friends but was rather disappointed as I only saw five of them. I came all the way from Kajang with hopes to meet more ex-schoolmates, but it was okay, shouldn’t have such high expectations right? Oh yeah, I was also upset ’cause I didn’t even get to eat the birthday cake! We were busy talking & taking pictures and I was too shy to ask for a slice… I lurv creamy birthday cakes, too bad! *Sobs*

As for Sunday, it had been a rainy day and nothing much/special happened… I slept during the evening, for 90minutes then we went out for dinner after picking up step mom’s friend from the bus station. Then we went to Tesco, I didn’t really like to go there ’cause I wanted to avoid seeing the ex-manager who had traumatised me mentally & emotionally during the six months I worked there (in Poh Kong Tesco Kjg branch). However, dad couldn’t think of other places to go because of the rain. I did have a little chat with my ex-workmates (only two of them) as I didn’t see my bias ex-manager in the shop. When my dad went near me, my ex-colleagues greeted him and dad was telling them (in Cantonese), "Look at my daughter, she wouldn’t even come near here if the manager’s here. She even ran away when he stood here. How could she act like that? Kinda rude right?"… Well, my two workmates just smiled. Okay fine, I did run away when the unfair ex-manager suddenly popped out of nowhere but hey, why would I wanna see the person who had gave me such a hard time during work last time?! (The shop was located near the exit travellator, so one has to pass by the shop to go to the exit travellator…) My dad just wouldn’t understand what the chauvinistic manager put me me through in that six months till I had to quit ’cause I couldn’t take it anymore… *Sighs* So, that was it… My kinda-boring-weekend… If it were last Sunday, hehe, I could relive my Urban Live memories… =)