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My First Weekend in March

I spent my first weekend in March in KL. I don't consider KL as my home from now onwards but it felt the same each time I go back. It is the same old feeling that reminds you of where you came from, and where you belong eventually.

The weekend I spent was greatly eventful. I was back for a wedding of a special friend of mine. We both share the same adoration towards Ms Hepburn, which I came to know rather recently. The plan to attend was made about six months ago, if not, longer and the much anticipated wedding finally materialised. I had not experienced packing five different dresses for just a trip and I did, for this time.

The weekend started on Friday night when we, the gals celebrated her hen's night. We came early adhering to the theme of "Virgin or Vixen" but I was neither one. I couldn't figure out how else to dress with what I have. I think I was more skewed towards the Virgin but my heels spelt Vixen. Everyone was in black, grey and white and like the colours, they are mysterious at first but once bonded, everyone just like one another. The atmosphere was most lovely with laughters of women, voices of women and when women are happy, it is just contagious!

The second night of my first March weekend was celebrated in style too. The Gala Dinner as it was themed, was dreamed up by our Flamboyant Maestro. The buffet spread is one of the best in town and the cajole of a variety of food is always the best way to start a conversation. If anything could be better, it must be the company of your loved ones and a free round of wines when our poor doctor had a stone in his fish. We made a fortune out of his misfortune. The white wine I had was fantastic and for the first time, I really did use my smell and taste senses to guess the grape varietal of the glass of red served. And I was right!

The third and final night was the finale. After an early start of the day, which was a fun-filled affair where the groom and his men, came to fetch his bride (an applause to his brave efforts to please the bridesmaids antics), the night was just to complete the entire process of unifying with one another. It was a beautiful night with favourite band music audible all the time and the occasional pause for speeches that were all-so-touching by the important people of the bride and groom. I was almost in tears with the speeches, especially by her dad and her maid-of-honour. Truly, it was a nice touch when the celebration of love is more than what you can expect.

Thank you all, for a great weekend and most importantly, it was well spent with lots of memorable encounters… All the very best to the happy couple!

Paris When It Sizzles

Paris when it sizzles, is not the movie by Ms Hepburn but my first encounter witnessing the Eiffel at night. I waited a bit in the cold and windy night and gradually, the lights came on. When I waited longer, Eiffel started to sizzle in colours, with oh so magnificient!

What a sight, what a night!