ANUGERAH weekend

Last weekend, I, along with a few other whackednutcases, got shipped off to solitary confinement camp. We had fun. The end.

Alright enough joshing.

In actual fact, the whackednutcases (Josh, James and Jess) and I were sent off by Ps. Ned to Lundu to help out at a kampung youth leaders' training camp. Great encounter weekend! Despite the terrible mosquito attacks in the middle of the night, I don't regret going. Nope. Not one bit.

whackednutcases in charge of the registration desk


We're divided into groups called my NET.
L2R - Aniza, Madalene, Veronica (hidden), Annie, Flare, Jessica


Group activity: Given an egg, cellophane tape and 15 straws .
Construct a defense mechanism to prevent the egg from breaking when dropped from a certain height. Diagram shows our cute egg ball. UNSUCCESSFUL FLIGHT.


Group activity: Jesus the Suffering Servant. As Jesus humbly washed his disciples' feet, we too washed the feet of our NET members. Nasty! Image shows the water after we're ALL washed =p

Group activity: TRUST FALL.
Fear of the unknown holds us back from trusting God.
However, we DO step out because we KNOW that our NET will be there to support us.
(Even though we get hurt along the way =p)

James and the gigantic pineapple at Lundu Wet Market.

Random faces
L2R: Annie, Jess, Flare

Just for the sake of an update

We (my family and I) attended a wedding reception (parents’ friend, not mine) just a couple of days ago. Just a heads up, this blog contains no shots of the newly weds simply because they were too far. Well not really. I’m just making excuses for my incompetent blogging. The real reason is I FORGOT =p

Amanda strutting her stuff on the red carpet

We were seated at table lucky number 7. We, my sister and I, were the only “youngsters” in their midst. The first thought that crossed our minds was this: Old goons eat little, more for us *big grins*. Note: We love food. Anyway knowing how late Malaysians arrive (we are definitely no exception), I looked around the table for something to entertain myself and this was what I found:

Roger and Kai Yen’s Love Story
(Their first date AND wedding proposal were at the beach. Good ol’ Damai Beach)

And *drum roll* THIS!!!

The almighty MENU!!! =p
No shots of the actual food were taken. We were busy stuffing our faces =D

As for the drinks, we get to choose between Chinese tea, orange and coke.

Thus begins the story of the never-ending flow…

A wanted orange and I coke. When the drinks came, she decided that she didn’t really like the orange. SO, instead of requesting for a change, silly A kept drinking her orange till the glass was near empty hoping that then she can change. It never gets empty though because the efficient lady-in-waiting kept re-filling her glass. Gee, how frustrated A must be… A finally took daddy’s empty goblet and requested for coke instead of the lousy orange. And A drank happily ever after. The end

Amanda has her Coke!

Roger and Kai Yen wanted to celebrate their love that night by sharing it. And by sharing, they provided each table with roses. The husband is meant to give one of the roses to their wives. Now ain’t that sweet. Well if you know even two cents about my dad, that ain’t the case. But he did it anyway. Casually, might I add…

Mum happily waves her rose

Lots of talk later, A and I had to find entertainment. Yes, we are restless people.

Give us credit for creativity. We played dress-up with Rose! (We even named her)

But Rose isn’t the only one we played dress-up with that night =D

My dog, the Godfather

And now for the grand finale…

And just for kicks...

our lil interesting day out

As an officiating post to launch the existence of a blog, considering how I once felt about blogging, I planned to start with a post about the love of my life..

Guess that'll have to wait since yesterday's events were waaaaaay more interesting.

WARNING
unseasoned blogger alert. minimal-visuals-with-ample-text post ahead.

Note to self: Bring camera wherever. But 'til then...

Three incidents and a side order of minor "violence" grazed our innocent window shopping at The Spring.

First off we, Rachel and i, got a taste of Michelle's preview on the road!! After going through the routine of deciding where to eat, the guys settled for the Food Bazaar in The Spring. All was well on the road until we actually arrived at The Spring in search of a parking spot.

Incident 1:
Michelle drives an auto car. The accelerator and the break require only one foot to operate, but M uses 2 feet, one for each. As she was getting the car into position, Michelle decides to pick this time (of all times) to practise using one foot. She mistook the accelerator for the break and almost rammed us into the wall before us. Hearts stopped. Cold sweat broke. But we were ALIVE =p

Michelle using two feet =D

Incident 2:

We decided to hang around Padini for a bit and Rachel told us about a (in her opinion) hot promoter at Padini. I mentioned that he looked like the kind of guy Lydia would like. The conversation led to a dare proposed by me to Rachel to get that guy's number for Lydia (not like Lydia would use it anyway). Rachel accepted and we're off! Unfortunately the guy was not in sight so we settled for another (in My opinion) better looking guy's number. Don't doubt Rach. She did it. Here's proof.

Andrew - Padini promoter, possibly Lydia's man =p

Incident 3:

Somehow, our parking ticket got faulty and we had no eye deer. So we drove all the way to the boombox, inserted our ticket and watched the machine spit it back out at us. Roars. This happened a few times until a voice over the intercom came to our rescue

Intercom: Miss, miss your ticket is f*static*aul*static*ty
Michelle: What?? WHat?? WHAt?? WHAT??
Intercom: Miss your ticket is faulty.
Michelle: But i paid
Intercom: Yes miss but your ticket is faulty. Please come down to the basement counter to claim another ticket. Thank you.

&%$#^$@&! SO EMBARRASSING!!!

With plenty of effort from our side and lotsa tolerance from the other waiting vehicles, we managed to back the car and drive back to the building. At the basement counter, there was a lil scene where a man lost his parking ticket and was trying to claim another. He was required to pay for his new ticket but was outraged at that request and started shouting and yelling (bla bla bla). The security guard looked super timid and was muttering into his walkie-talkie for back up. Wimp. lol =p

Anyhoo, we got our replacement ticket alright.

can you see the words 'REPLACEMENT'??

So i guess that's about it for our visit to The Spring. Man, were we relieved for leaving.

The place where it all happens =)

p.s.: I hope you're happy Tab for I finally blogged.