yesterday, in the car back from keningau, the DJ's kept wishing us happy malaysia day. it reminded me of when people wish me happy friendship day. u dont know when it is, until people remind u/ wish it. like its not important. compare that with the merdeka celebration... dui na.

i wasnt really a heel person. i didnt wear heels. i normally wore flats, and get sore feet after even 30 minutes wearing sandals with little heels during raya. so if u ever see a 3 inch taller nena twirling around on the dancefloor in kk, just believe your eyes. since i was so fickle minded in choosing danceshoes, and ended up buying none, i have been using my mums shoes, with 3 inch heels. which are actually good, cos i dont need to hidu my partner's armpits.

about the jobhunting. it is kinda on hold. i have stopped sending out applications. just waiting for news from those i already sent out. and in the mean time, going for dance classes everyday, and practicing those moves, almost every night. i know it is ramadan and all, but it kinda counts as excercise, and after terawih, rather than going to coffee bean, better go dancing, dak?