But it was stuck in my outbox cos I didn't have time to post it.

I had a very good weekend. It was very fun and I enjoyed myself very much.

On Friday, I went for dinner with the boy and then off to Clarke Quay to meet some girlfriends. I thought we were supposed to go to Café Iguana for dinner/light dancing but they were already at Pump Room and I had to make my way in ALONE macam some loser you know. Lucky I found them at the dance floor – with a Jimmy. Now Jimmy looks like Urkel from Family Matters. Cuma he’s cooler cos he wore a shiny shirt and jeans and cooler sunglasses.

I have never been to Pump Room before but it was fun!! I think what makes a good night out is a combination of good company – in this case, Nonie, Sid and Anita (a new-found friend) – and good music. Music dia ala-ala ol’ skool and evergreen, seperti contoh, A Little Respect by Erasure and Sweet Child O’Mine by GNR. I very the love. I enjoyed myself and it'll be a night to remember good for a couple of months.

Then Saturday, it's movie marathon night with Yan - Angels & Demons (finally!) and Land of the Lost. Times with Yan are very precious so I appreciate the fact that his boyfriend wasn't somewhere in his shadows calling and asking to meet up with him or something. He can be very sebok and menyemak, you know. I don't think any girl would understand how I feel right now. So it may seem like I'm being very inconsiderate and not understanding but believe me you, he is very semak. Macam rumpun-rumpun yang bersepar at the walls of my primary school compound.

Anyway.

On Sunday, now Sunday was fun. Went for Nurah's wedding and I was thrilled cos I thought it'd be the first wedding where I won't have to take the cab and arrive breathless since it is just a 10-min walk away from my place. Wrong. I took the damn cab lah eh and the meter moved by do posen ajer. Apek cab tu confirm maki-hamun aku eh pasal buang masa dia ajer tapi hey dari dia pusing-pusing takder hasil baik amik aku kan, boleh earn $3. Hurhur.

Sid was already there, wearing a shocking pink baju kurung, and her husband, son, brother and parents in tow. I looked around me and waddya know, the girl from angmoh country was wearing a baju kurung and all this malay girls from Singapore pakai dress lah (looks at Nonie, Maz, Eli and herself) pakai jeans lah (looks at Jila) and shirts lah (looks at Ratna and Ley). She was trying to fit in with the malay community while we were trying to be all westernified. Westernified? Westernized! Ni semua dah terikut aku kan. Pasal, siapa yang mulakan pergi orang kahwin pakai dress? Aku jugak. Ni confirm apa tau... Confirm satu-satu nyer mak tanya "OI kau nak pergi merebang ke nak pergi orang kahwin ni ah?! Asal tak tau pakai baju kurung!" Abeh diorang jawab, "Alah takper ah... Awin yang start pergi orang kahwin pakai dress, orang pakai dress ah..." Mak diorang: "Ah tu ah aku dah cakap dari dulu, nak carik kawan biar yang betul... Biar yang senonoh sikit. Siapa suruh kau ikut si budak Awin tu pakai dress pergi orang kahwin?! Tak malu eh?"

Hurhur. Betul tak kawan-kawan? Tapi takper. I don't care. Stay true to yourself. There's no way I'm going to wear baju kurung panas-panas dengan heels all naik turun train. It's dress and into the cab, flowy hair still intact and make-up tak cair. Hey tempat orang kahwin kadang-kadang ada potential mats ok. Yang cuci pinggan lain. Yang mat kompang lain. Abeh couple yang kahwin tu punya members? Tak kan nak datang dengan baju kurung basah dengan your blusher at your chin and sweat marks on the top of your lips kan. Haa betul per. Hurhur aku bebual kons ah.

Ok this entry is pointless. It's so minah-esque I can't stand it.