No mood to sleep, no appetite to eat.
AARRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Progress report, please do yourself. Please!

p/s: Our ring, is still intact in my finger.

Confrontations are ugly, to the people who ever said that I am a sweet-talker, curse you..
I realized that I'm not good in words at all. Not even sure about half of the things I say at times..

I found this in my camera while uploading Ariff's BIRTHDAY bash last night..

--This was taken on the 28th August 2009, our first train ride together.

Shudder at the thought that it could be our last train ride.

2 CENTS for my thoughts:

It's the Hungweeee Ghost Festival today, and according to the Chinese Calender, it's during these 14 days of the Seventh Month, that the Gates of Hell is opened and all the Ghosts would come out to play. However, it's during the Bulan Ramadhan, the month when the Muslims fast, that it's believed that during this month, the ghosts and demons are being chained and locked up. So does that mean that there are 2 different Hells?
Very interesting thought though.

TeeHooi came up with the idea that,

There's ONLY one hell. But since the Malay Ghosts are being chained and locked up, only the Chinese Ghosts have the 'passport' to come out to play. And so I asked Harpreet, what about the Indian Ghosts?

She said Indian Ghosts just remain stagnant.

I can't believe even the underworld has a racial issue. Lol. 1Malaysia, has much to deal with now.

One little...,

Two little...,

Threeee little Civilians.....[it's a song, by the way..]


Hehhe, alright, this will be a short entry because I'm rushing for the 9am class, and I have a test this afternoon(which I've YET to read anything..)
So, only pictures alright?

See the background also know where these people were, right?
Ipoh is not famous for nga choi kai..not famous for heong pheng..not famous for white coffeee..
BUT, Ipoh's now famous for the OLDTOWN KOPITIAMS which are growing like mushrooms everywhere in the town!

However, this location was in the new Oldtown Kopitiam in Medan Gopeng, Ipoh. 3-storeys high, you can minum until the shop close...

He was lucky that we were in a public place, plus the cake looked so gorgeous, that we WANTED to have a bite of the cake, even though we were stuffed with the 'glorious' food from Kopitiam. So, we did not do the cake-smacked-into-the-face stunt.

Need I say more? HuiChing, the host of the Surprise party.

EEs



Meches- Check out the smirk on his face!!

Chemes

IS - Bangga betul!

and the most happening of ALL,

See the face also know we come in FUN size.


And how can we sign off an outing, without a group photo..?

If I can do it all over again, I would definitely do the same thing.
Even perhaps, over and over again.

Saturday morning, off we went on a Field Trip.

and we were dressed in appropriate PPEs..

And one thing we came to realize, that we are getting older.

We used to go for field trips, and we spend almost the whole time under the hot burning sun. However, this time, we were already panting, even though being under the sun for 2 hours only.

+________________+

It's time to play with big structures.

and the big playground for this time, was Kencana HL's yard.

A picture of me and TeeHooi and one of the Project Managers.

One would simply adore the fact that Monday is a public holiday. Because many believed that if you don't have to work on Mondays, your weekdays would simply fly past just like that. I believe so, I worked in the industry before. I often take Mondays or Fridays off, especially after a night of clubbing on Thursdays. You have no idea how zombiefied I looked, on Fridays. Which was why I always arranged my MCs or Leaves on Fridays, or Mondays. Don't learn this if you are in the work force. I did that during my Internship. Looks very bad on my behalf. But because I had solid reasons, the company had to let me go on my holiday. Ok, I was only joking, Do not ever pull the MC paper trick. It looks bad. Very irresponsible.

I dare to write this here now, since the Internship results are out. Needless to say, it was an Easy 'A'. I'm just glad that I took the seniors' advice to enjoy my Internship period. You have got to learn some practical stuffs at work, at the same time, learn the extra stuffs which come with it. Like how to tackle a crazy roommate. She's from Sibu, Sarawak. A medical student. She's crazy. I had 2 roommates, in 1 master room. Besides learning how to tackle my crazy roommate, I've met with new circle of people. Dramatic? Yesh..but who can live without the dramas? At nights like these, I missed Enigma. A quiet pub for PLUs with live band at certain nights. I remember going there, during those nights, alone. Smoked like a chimney, drunk like a fish. Should make a point to make a visit there, this Raya, when I'm down to KL. Anyone?

Steven's. One of the most frequent hang-out place. Before I "shifted" to Jalan Gasing. Used to drive to and fro, to Pandan Indah's branch. Chilled until midnight, then driving back home and woke up as usual for work the following day. Clubbing at the Scarlet, till 5 in the morning, before heading to work the following day. Not many had the same experiences as I do, and I believe that this 'A' that I earned, brings more meaning than the scope for our Industrial Training.

There's so many things that I missed. Like the time, me and Sam spend the night at CBC sharing a bottle of Carlsberg, and many glasses of Ais Kosong. Yes, speaking of Ais Kosong. I don't even remembering to order that, even now. I guess Ais Kosong only applies when you are with 'them'.


A pointless entry. A beautiful Monday. Been 'restless' these few days. Wonder why. Tomorrow's a brand new day. A hectic-er week and the following week as well, before Raya. Gulps..

How I wished money is not an issue.

and now I can't sleeeeeeppppppp!!!!

why is money an issuueeeeeee....

This morning, I woke up feeling like an old woman.

There's this backache. And mysterious abdomen pain.

Who has Salon pas?

Can we take a minute, sit down and reflect?

I think EGO can kill.

9th September 2009- 090909
Very good date.

How often we find ourselves hurting someone dear to us? Like uttering the most hurtful words, not rightful for the ears. Like belittling the people you have blood ties with. You can mutter the most cruel words to your family members, but when it comes to your friends or aquaintances, you can be so angelic and polite. Sounds familiar?
For instance, you can throw your temper to your family, but as soon as you step out from the comfort zone, you put on a fake smile, like as if nothing had happened a minute ago.

You know it's wrong, but you can't help doing so. Stop hurting the people who loves you.

8am, my headache is killing me. My abdomen is burning inside. Can today be any worst?

p/s: You, have a nice day.

It's 3 in the morning now, in less than 5 hours, I have to go to the Lab for Ocean and Coastal Engineering. No big hoo-hah about that, am pretty sure none of you would be interested in an Engineering Student's Life, and especially what we do in Ocean and Coastal. I feel slight tiredness, but still feel slight jumpy. Must be the teh ais I had earlier at the mamak, to celebrate HuiChing's 22nd birthday. My 3rd time to mamak this semester. Long gone are the days I hang out in mamak until wee hours in the morning. Now, as soon as the clock strikes 11pm, I would climb up to the bed and drop dead. Yeah, I've turned old.

I know I'm supposed to make FULL use of the time to do some of my work. Kid you not, there's alot of work pending at the moment, but I've no mood to complete any one of them. Such procrastinator I am. 2 tests next week, still don't know what's going on. I need to get started on my RC revision. RC stands for Reinforced Concrete. Very useful sub if you wanna work in a design office. Ok, I'm not making sense anymore. I guess I should climb up to bed now, or else I would wake up feeling groggy tomorrow.

I browsed through my pictures folders and found pictures I've put aside for a very long time. I came to believe that I've changed ALOT ever since I spend the last 8 months in KL. The outer appearance especially.
I guess it's alright for me to say I look hideous then. But I've put on alot of weight now. T_T

I miss this haircut of mine. The first haircut I have, that changed my appearance totally. That was before I changed it again, when I had my haircut in PD. Ever since then, the hair length getting shorter and shorter, until for a period of time, I can actually spike my hair (if I actually take the time to style it.)

I have to admit that the fringe did annoy me then, since I don't like my vision being blocked. It's bad enough I've to wear glasses for better sight, and to accept fringe, it's difficult and annoying. But if I don't have the fringe, I would look like a dork.
So hmmm...

You can't really have the deal of both worlds. Either you accept the fringe and look nice, or you spare the fringe and you look like a dork...

What to do..what to do..hah! 3am in the morning and I'm being vain! Lol!

For the time being, the hottest issue now is whether to go for the Batch Dinner, or the Chinese Prom Night.
Batch Dinner - 9th October 2009; Chinese Prom - 10th October 2009
Back to back. Not only that burns the wallet, but we are going to meet the same old faces anyway.
One thing I dislike about formal events, is when the people get all hoo-hah if girls do not go in dresses. Or anything feminine. Heck! I guess people would make a big fuss if I turn up with shirt and tie. And I'd probably make myself noticable then!

Ok, perhaps not. I'm not that high profile anyway. No one would probably notice me. I can maybe make an entrance and exit in a dash! Thank goodness for the batch dinner's theme 'RockStar' means less formal, and all I have to do is make a hole in my jeans, and wear the most worn-out t-shirt. That would definitely do the trick!

Someone suggested a Biker's Jacket-that would look cool. But very pricey, and I wished I wasn't that fat.

Anyway, to end this entry with a sweet note.

- Guess who was the photographer..XP

Difficult to come up with surprise plans, when it involves a large group of people. And when it requires travelling to this surprise place. So many variables, uncontrollable. Surprises can be ruined very easily especially when information is not conveyed properly, and when the plans are uncertain.

But we managed to pull the stunt off. Though it required alot of phone calls, text messages to make it possible.
I am feeling slightly unwell to write out the whole ordeal, alot of pictures were taken though, although it was a brief night. I've never been out to Ipoh and back before 12. I guess being in the Final Years, means you get older and worried-some with the workload bestowed upon you. Hahha..

We had Plan A, Plan B and Plan C. Both Plan A and Plan B needs to be executed before proceeding to Plan C.
Sounds complicated huh? But it's actually very simple, but like I said, too many people, too many variables. Too many confusions.

Location of celebration: MP

The EEs.

The Civilians.

What was supposed to be a quiet birthday celebration from the girls to HuiChing..

turned out to be...

a surprise birthday dinner for both HuiChing and TeeHooi.

The pictures do injustice to the amount of noise we produced that night. 3 big tables, all filled up. Nearby 'neighbours' probably wondering where we hooligans come from.

We adjourned the night to one of the attractions in Ipoh, which is the SnowBeer place to chill. All in all, I drank enough to fill in the quota for the night. Thanks to the Stout that KwongHoe bought me.
The crowd then were in the midst of deciding to club or to watch movie. I was in the mood for some *beatbox mood* but because of the aging, and alot of negativity, I went back to UTP earlier, whilst the rest who were waiting for me to give them the green light to join them clubbing, were disappointed, and thus headed to Jusco for a late night movie.

All in all, it was a great night. First time down to Ipoh, with such a big group, ever since I got back to UTP.

As you grow older, you will come to realize that it's a waste of energy to get angry over something so petty. And thus, you learn to let go.

Final week, before the mid-semester starts.

Been playing with big structures, lately.

--What you see is just part of the big toy.

I'm using this week, WISELY, to complete all the unfinished tasks, before proceeding to spending the RayaHolidays with my family, and in KL with her. Probably dinner with the friends as well. 10 days of holidays, will that be sufficient?

I had thoughts of jumping into the 'wave-pool'. Really, it was a very very hot day.

The International Business textbook is burdening. Very.
First, its atrocious price of whooping RM70. Imagine the amount of things which I can spend on, with RM70. Second, its size. It's not reader-friendly. I can't bring it to bed with me, thus when I have to read it, I have to be sitted at my desk.
Third, its thickness and the size of the words. And the mass amount of words. Like I mentioned earlier, it's not reader-friendly.
Last but not least, it sucks to have to cram in 5 chapters in one night. Impossible! Now, remind me again, why did I register for this course?

5 chapters for an hour's test. Worth burning the midnight oil for it?

p/s: I feel old. With the backpain and the loss of appetite. I feel old.

One trait which only the Civilian guys have.

>> They actually camwhored right in the middle of class.

What a way to start the holidays..

This, ladies and gentlemen, is a hole punctured directly on my shins.

And when I was just expecting my monthly 'bleeding' process, the blood came out from a different hole. (No pun intended!)

I got the Tetanus Shot. And they disinfected my wound. Yet, when I checked it a few moments ago, the wound was still fresh. And the blood was still oozing out.
Funny the medical assistant did not mention that I need a stitch. Hmmm..

After the 'mishap', I still found my way to class, without feeling the pain. Frankly, I didn't know that I bled so much, until I wiped my shoes clean from mud. And I saw patches of blood stain on my jeans.

Alright, that's about it before the holidays begin. Oh, well..Mine begun a long time ago..I wanted to write a happy entry before I leave for the holidays but then again, pictures of my wound seems to be put into the utmost urgent list of things to be blogged about.

Until then, the pictures above deserve an entire entry by itself.

Good day, to all the people celebrating Hari Raya, Happy Eid Mubarak and Selamat Hari Adilfitri..To those who are in the work force, enjoy the long weekend.. (Call me! I'll be in KL during the long weekend..) and to UTPians, enjoy the long-deserving midsem break..before we resume to the campus again, to finish the unfinished (never-ending) workload.

Ciao~

I sat here, on the bed, typing away, as she spends her personal time in the showers. In less than 11 hours, I would have to board the bus, back to Ipoh. How relunctantly, but I know I had to. The last 3 days, was simply insufficient to redeem the lost 2 weeks that we haven't seen each other physically, let alone touching one another. Hehhe. The past 3 days spent here, made me realized that maybe I just can't do without her. I shall not deny, that we have our own issues to deal with. Especially the issue about my temper. That would be one of the major reasons why we would always be yelling at one another. Long distance, very easy to be practised, but difficult to be maintained. Trust me on this. For someone who enjoys her freedom very much, being able to fulfil your promise to other half, and to honour the promise is difficult. So many temptations being far apart. You know how these things go.
We had dinner with the mum. My first time. Her mum was amused with the fact that I could finish 2 bowls of rice, in just one sitting. Kept feeding me with her fish head curry and telling me about her stories, repeating over and over. The following day, because of my cramps, we had to order in McDonalds. So the mum again, joined us for lunch. And she was AMAZED that I could actually have a Fillet O' Fish burger, a Bubur Ayam McD, and 6 pieces of nuggets. And yeah, a cup of coffee. And what really made her eyes suddenly grew bigger, was when she told her mum that, that was only just to fill in the tummy space, before the real lunch. The following day, we had lunch with her mum again, and then went off to shifting some things into her new house, along with the mum, sis, sis's friend. Like part of the family. What really warmed me was when all of us headed to Ikea, to do some furniture-shopping, like a big family. I'm glad that her family's beginning to accept me. At least, they know me better now.
So here, I'm writing this, because I couldn't sleep, even though I am exhausted with all the moving, carrying, driving around..because I know, when I wake up tomorrow, it's time for me to leave.  

I think I'm unwell.

I just got back to Ipoh this evening, endured a 3-hour ride with a bangla sitting by my side. His stench, excuse me for being crude, but yeah, his stench. And he had the guts to lean against me, when he fell into a deep sleep during the ride. You could've guessed that the first thing I did upon reaching home, was to take a nice shower, along with the usage of body scrubs, loofah moofah..and all kinds of things you need to peel that dirt and smell from your body. And also to do my laundry.

I've not been feeling well now. There's this sore in the throat. And the muscle ache all over the body. And the back ache. It feels like I'm coming down with a fever and flu. Great, let it not be H1N1, or else..

So, 3 more days before I head back to KL. This time to officially assist her in shifting to a new place. And hopefully a nice family dinner with her's. 3 days, will it be enough for me to finish my tasks? (That's if I don't procrastinate!!) And I think I need to go for a facial. Lol!

I'm home, keep the lines ringing. Crystal just called to minum tomorrow night. Lol!!

I received something in my mailbox today. Such long mail, one can only weep after reading it. Even after so long, such words do make an impact, and the amount of respect I have for this person, I shall not deny. If you come across this, I miss you, along with many other people whom have tramped over my past. Just reminded me the time, when I would stayed up till the late early mornings, chatting with Kevin, on mirc and he would recommend songs to add into my playlist then. The times when we would sit by the staircase, talked until 4.30am and then having to wake up early for the next class the following day at 8am. And mamak with SanNien and Peichie. And how SanNien would ping me on mirc or gtalk to ajak me go for dinner/lunch when I had no one back then. How much have changed now?

I miss every single thing that has happened before. Just too bad I didn't spend much time with them, during their final year.

It's not that difficult, you see. Just pure determination and a whole lot of patience.

Tomorrow's a Friday, no need for me to tell you what day it is. For the ones in the working force, the phrase 'Thank God It's Friday' can be applied. No matter how much you love your job, a short break is always needed. For the ones having a break, this is the final weekend, before all of you have to scramble back to school. Which also means, that Finals is near. However, for those coming from UTP, an extra 2 days before you actually have to report back to the campus. And need I remind you, that it's not going to be long before all the due dates are here. I just recalled, that it was ONLY last Friday, I headed to Genting Highlands with the family, for a weekend trip. The last time we spend time together in Genting, was probably during my Internship.  

I managed to catch a short preview of MJ Asia's concert in First World Arena. I don't know about you, but this guy gives me the creeps. All he said was "I love you..". "I love you.." (bulu roma meremang!)

Fyi, I don't like Genting very much. Despite the refreshing air, and all kinds of entertainment you can get there, for some reasons, I kept losing money inside the casino. I wasn't really greedy, really. All I wanted was just to get enough to spend, at least 2 movie tickets, and a nice meal for two..that's about probably RM100? I went in, with only RM50 as my maximum limit to spare. And I stood peering at the casino tables. Bacarrat. Three Pictures. These are my favourite 'games' in the casino. Easy money gained. Winning percentage is 50-50. Either you double your money, or you lose your bet. So, there I was, always changing the RM50 to a smaller chip credit. RM5. And I would always 'tumpang' people's bet. I've came across people who would like me to 'tumpang' because as soon as I add my RM5 chip on their bets, they immediately won. So far, I've not made anyone lose anything yet, and I don't intend to do so. I did win, a total of RM50. A double of what I brought in. And the greed. One of the 7 sins. It made me stay, and I lose everything, including my model.

Surely you know when to stop when your luck turns bad. I wouldn't know how to, if it wasn't for mum who called to have lunch. Hehhe. Casinos tend to have this 'invisible devils' running around, probably one of the reasons why I couldn't seem to be able to leave the 'horrid' place.
With what was my maximum limit being reached, mum spared me some cash notes, to sit at the slot machines and feed them with cash. Literally, I was 'feeding' them notes, because it doesn't seem to return any money. Sure enough, you earn a few dollars in the beginning, and towards the end, you lose everything. Luckily it wasn't from me!
The rest of the night, was spend in the movies, alone. Dinner with the family, and a good night's rest.

The following day, while my parents and brother decided to linger longer in Genting, I decided to take a shuttle bus back to KL. One reason was to avoid traffic, and god knows, what time would they decide to come down from the 'sinful' place.
The cable car station had no queue that day, as I was against the traffic. Not many were heading down hill, but from the opposite direction, each cable car was full.

I kinda like this shot. I actually took over the whole cable car by myself.

By the time I arrived in KL, the city was deserted. The bus stopped at Pudu Station, when for my first time, I saw no bus lining up to drive into the platforms. It was deserted. No traffic at all. If, I said If, I were to decide to lie in the middle of the road, it will take about a couple of minutes before a car can run over me. A couple of minutes of no traffic, I bet it's a wonder to many.

The weekend was spend with her, and her family. Shifting boxes and boxes to her new home, and furniture-shopping with the entire family. Glad that her mum is beginning to know me well. Just a wonderful weekend in KL I would say. Dinner with a group of friends, after not seeing one another for such a long time.

And tomorrow, it's a whole new cycle in the city again, as I'm heading down once again, before the semester begins. Workload can wait. Holidays are meant for work-free, and not being worried about work. Someone, can you please just tell my head that?

Every journey back from KL, tears the heart apart. I'm not kidding.
It's like seeing her car wheezing away, among all the cars in the traffic. It's disheartening. Yet you know every embracement needs to come to an end. Which is what Long Distance is about.

I stayed for an extra night, to keep her accompanied and because of certain issues. I've seen her new abode, very nice. Helping her shift, for the past few days. Felt like part of the family. I like it when her sister refer to all of us as Family.  
She has fallen sick, the very night I have to leave. As she send me to the bus station, I saw the tears gathered in her eyes. Enough to weaken my spirits to go back and complete my work. I contemplated, for a second. Even if it cost me my work and the expensive ticket. I did hesitate to go home, but to be rational, I was away for too long. I needed to restart my FYP, especially.

Here I am, writing an entry before heading to bed. Sleeping early, hopefully wake up early tomorrow and start on my work already.
Met up with Sam and Jash in Brussel's last Saturday. Wanted to club but not enough kaki. :|

I felt myself getting old. Like barely an hour into chatting, I felt like I was ready for bed. Hehhe..

The crowd was good. An 'aquarium'. Just too bad I had the 'best fish' by my side already, if you get what I mean.

This shouldn't be a dramatic entry. A mere entre for me to tell you guys, that I'm still alive and kicking. Barely breathing, with the ample amount of workload, but yeah, I'm still around.

To a friend, if it has to be a long distance, then enjoy it. Things get difficult first before becoming much sweeter towards the end. It can be difficult, things may get ugly, but time will tell, whether all these are worth it.

*yawn* Miss you..

K-Krockroach.

Body feels weak. The rain, weakens the soul.
It has been a long damped day. The weather looks gloomy.
Spend the whole day on the bed. Feels empty having a whole single bed to yourself.
Work untouched. Appetite no more. Feels empty inside.

Emo-ing self today. Do you care?

The current talk in town are these two topics.

1. Batch dinner. Theme: Rockstar

2. Prom Night. Theme: Masquerade

Both dinners back to back. 9th October & 10th October 2009. I'm not promoting these events, of course, but because these are the only things people talk about these days, I can't play deaf ears to them. No one mentions about the extreme workload, because even though most of us know that we are running out of time, no one seems to bother much about it. Maybe the Raya mood is still around, raya kan sebulan, after all.. For some of us, it's actually time for us to pick up where we left, for FYP, since people like ME, stopped the progress right after the submission of the Progress Report.

Anyway, what to wear for the Batch Dinner? I've came a long way, to actually attend one of my own final year dinner. Batch dinner is a-must to attend, I'm not only saying this. I actually think that the Batch Dinner is the only time when everyone can actually get together, dress up, and have a VALID reason to camwhore. (Not that it needs any reason to camwhore at any other time) but you get my point. And if you don't attend the Batch Dinner, a couple of hours later, your facebook account might be flooded with pictures and pictures of people during the dinner. How left out would you feel then?

I honestly like the theme for this year's dinner. I've always detest the idea of a formal event, because that would only mean the females in evening dresses and heels. And make up. The idea of being all girly and feminine, seems to freak me out. (Not that I'm this weird ol' fag who doesn't like to be all dolled up or what) but I'm seriously not into dresses, girly girly make up and heels. Well, that would be pretty obvious now right? since I'm always seen around the campus, in jeans and shirt, and my trusty sneakers.
And this year's theme: Rockstar has made things much easier (and more comfortable) for me. This means I can wear anything I want to, just that I would have to endure people's remarks about me, not wearing anything more feminine. Like a rockstar glam look dress or something.  

However, my problem begins when people started to ask me whether I'm going for the Prom Night, with the theme Masquerade. It really is a difficult decision, because 1. It was set that all participants should come with a partner, 2. With such a theme, that would only mean girly evening dresses for females.
And if for ANY reason, I decided to go with a shirt and tie, I would often get stares and whispers, enough to leave me scarred. Ok, am that weak, emotionally. Hehhe.

One reason is I would love to go with someone. It would look awfully pathetic to go alone, or to go in a big bunch. Because believe it or not, as much as I've told everyone that it's alright to attend such dinners alone/big groups, IT FEELS AWFULLY WRONG TO BE THERE ON YOUR OWN. Imagine a table seated with ONLY GUYS or ONLY GIRLS. So what's going to happen when the crowd starts to slow-dance on the dance floor, and you only sit at your table and stare?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to pyscho you to NOT going for the dinner.  In fact, it's your senior year! One should only deserve that much fun, especially when we are going to graduate next year. Just that these dinners serve such pressure that I heard that many guys in my University are looking forward for the prom night, but afraid to go alone, to avoid looking pathetic. I wouldn't say it's wrong to feel that way, because I feel that way too.  

Some, knowing that I already have a life partner, coaxed me into bringing her to the dinner. I wouldn't mind, in fact I love the idea that I can share this experience with her. But, the question is, is it right for a girl to bring another girl as her partner? How would the crowd perceive this? Would I get a handful of stares, or judgments after that? It's not that I'm not ready for our relationship to be out of the bag, since I know alot of people do read my blog, daily, and with all the pictures on facebook, it's only a matter of time when my whole family would know about us. No, I'm not worried.
But like I've said, is it normal for a girl to bring another girl as her prom date? Heck! I don't even know what to wear. How to dress decently.

I could only imagine that if we were to turn up that night, we would look like this. (Refer pic below)

We were having dinner to celebrate her friend's birthday. Can we make the cut?

And how would the crowd look at us? Will we be accepted?

p/s: I honestly think we look awfully sweet. Well, this comment, did not only come from me though.