it must be of that standard as the ministers were there.
good tasty food and good speech by the prime minister.
the invitation card.


i was really nervous as i walked alone towards the istana main gate.
i was shivering.
and my heart felt as if it was going to come out of my chest.
the security were really tight.
maybe i felt what i felt because whenever you walked pass those security, they would observed you from head to toe, as if you're a suspicious being.
i thought i was going to be relaxed when i've reached the lawn area.
when i saw the huge red and white tentage, lots of tables and chairs,
i knew i was in trouble.
i don't know where to sit.
it was free seating.
and those people from my cc wasn't there yet.
on a particular table,
i saw 2 ladies in tudung and i head to them.
introduced myself and i found myself a seat.
my table was a mixture of 4 principals and 6 grassroots leaders.
i had a good time interacting.
i think i was the only student there.
all are working adults.
nevertheless, i don't feel neglected.
the food for the muslims.

i tell you,
the istana has a very nice view.
you can see buildings that is brightly lighted.

it was a great experience mingling with such people on such occasion.
my boyfriend sent me home with some detours for supper.
thanks sweetheart.
i'm reading a book about traditional chinese ladies who had their feet bind.
when i finish reading it, i'll quote from the book on how it is done.
they bind their feet till it's 7 cm, about the length of your thumb.
imagine that.
why do my hair keep falling out?
stress?
wrong shampoo?
i don't want to go bald.
haha.
next week is d&d!
i've got my gown and he got his suit.
and i'm still thinking how am i going to do my hair, what flower and colour for the corsage, etc.
i'm excited to dance with him.
hahaha.
gonna continue with the book.
take care readers!
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