"He who hesitates is not only lost, but miles from the next exit."
Alhamdulilah, my mother now is on the road of recovery, with the addition of starting her physical and speech therapy this monday. Thank Allah, the wisest and chivalrous of all.
Friday was like a scene from home alone 2. Arriving at Changi at 9 with the mistake of looking at the arrivals under Brunei than Departures lead to the thinking that our plane was set to leave at 9.25. 'Breeze-walking' to gate E22 we arrived pratically an hour early, as the plane apparently leaves at 10.45!
so more unprotected money burning last minute shopping for me.
The afternoon was those splurge-money-on-useless-stuff kind of afternoon where, i practically went into every store in Kiulap. Ended up not using those stuff for prom :(
Prom was beyond words, it was more than a tummy sensation more than an average mind blowing event; it was literraly 'one of za best'. Clad in a white tux, with the 'fashionalbly late' sign plastered on my forehead i took the room by storm, photoshoots were preceeded latter. Performances ranging from Hafiz's amazing voice to Aneikan's TI impression, were admirably in need of standing ovations.
On the dance floor, new moves were performed with old ones gentrified. The food was amazingly great too, even with me insisting on trying the salad and also the missing out of the desserts. Having the dance floor sure does decrease your appetite for food :)
Dresses were gorgeous, Suits were you know suits. Badi Latif the photographer was present with hopefully good shots of me! Year 11 will surely be missed dearly.
Photos will be soon!
The death of Michael Jackson is shocking, Thriller will always remain the best album, i have Thriller set on repeat, savouring the King's amazing indescribably best songs. there will be a special post-tribute for the king.
off to empire
xx
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