I used to hate baju kurung.
Like really really hate baju kurung. The hate that if I happened to wear it, I would rather stay in the car without the air-condition switched on rather than joined my family at the shopping mall.
Now I kindda have an excellent relationship with it. Baju kurung I mean.
So excellent that I wore it to Pja’s birthday dinner last week. I guess I was just tired of wearing dresses and skirts…
And I got permission from Pja to post the pictures here without blurring/jittering her face!
That happens only once a year so count your blessings 🙂
This picture has a vintage feeling to it, somehow. The picture ah, not us. We’re young.
I see this and I went, “Huh.”. Figure it out yourselves 🙂
Food! Duck’s a bit dry though….
Candid. Duh, of course not.
I love my housemates >_<
I love Pja and Naned >_<
It’s nice to see how every restaurant has their own way of celebrating birthdays.
Ah, muka girang Pja.
Dilimpahi cahaya keimanan *serious face*
And my favourite photo of all HAHAHAHAHA
Aida’s gonna kill me.
Ok buh bye!