Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Of That Dinner (where I didn't win anything)

I'm such a procrastinator!
I was swamped with blogging ideas since my last post on November 7 but I put it off, and now i can't seem to remember a single thing about the so-called "ideas". Maybe it wasn't as interesting as I thought. Let's see...ermm...ermmm.. (thinking hard)

(lightbulb moment!)

Not so long ago, I blogged about my dress-hunting plan for my school annual dinner. I decided to break away from the usual white, black, brown choice of dresses and opted for teal or turqoise. It's a wraparound dress - one that compliments my - uh - curvy figure. Found it at a boutique in Wisma Merdeka at just RM 60. Here it is :-

But my most prized hunt goes to that pair of gorgeous nude pumps from Maylana Boutique. Good quality, comfortable and absolutely worth every dime.
So it was a great dinner. It was held at Perkasa, Kundasang on a Saturday night - good food, good entertainment and it was great catching up with former colleagues who were invited as well. Here's one of me and a few of my good friends.

Unfortunately, i didn't win anything that night. Not even one of the lucky draw prizes -_-"

The next day, we finally set foot at Sabah's very own New Zealand aka Desa Cattle, in awe of the green EVERYWHERE, the cows and the flowers.

However my favorite shot is this one:

The breathtaking view of the summit of Mount Kinabalu at 6.23 am taken from the balcony of our room at Nabalu Lodge, using a 50mm Canon lens. Gorgeous isn't it?

Ok, that's about it.
Hopefully i win something next time =___='

Monday, November 7, 2011

On the brink

The long hols will start in two weeks. The year will end in about two months. At this time last year, I was still basking in the glory of graduation. I was winning with the world spinning at my will. On this day however, or night if to be more specific,  I'm not so sure anymore. I stand to lose a few things that matter. Things that make up the soul of Jess Big Plan. Unless I do something about it. The hardest part there is. I made myself believe I wasn't a quitter. I told everyone the same thing. Right now, I am ashamed to admit that I just might.

Without trying harder.
Without praying harder.
Such conclusion would freak me out a year ago.
But now, there's that unmistakable scent of surrender and acceptance. Hovering. Mocking.

I know I have it in me.
Find it.

Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.