Persitiwa Yang Tidak Dapat Saya Lupakan...
The above translates into "an event that I cannot forget" or "an unforgettable incident" which is a very common composition question at the primary/elementary school level here in Brunei. And normally it involves the writer being horrifyingly embarrassed through sudden falls or maybe even some very dramatic moments.
At the age of 27, I have in my possession another story to fit that bill. Ever forgot to zip up as you left the house for the office or forgot to slip on that bra as you head off for school, this'll definitely make someone's day.
So it was a small but rowdy Halloween party at my lovely Whizz (that's what she called herself back then in school) and everyone was leaving. The Husband obviously didn't want to be left alone since I had come earlier with my own entourage, Leny, Hil and Izyan. Note: while respectively, they came dressed as Supergirl, Dr Evil and perverted old Malay man, I came as a French maid, Emanuelle 'Mimi' Voulezvous.
A majority of the guests came prepared with swimming gear and I wasn't, sure that I would not be tempted to take a late night swim. But after a few drinks, I thought "what the hell? I'm jumping in". Taking off my heels and fishnet stockings, I lowered myself into the pool clad only in my shorts (the really short ones that help to emphasise the perkiness of my behind, but that's besides the point).
Back to the goodbyes... the Husband didn't want to be left alone with the random mix of people he didn't know very well so he offered to send me home. Little did I know, he wasn't conscious when he said that. After a slightly emotional outburst which had the guys gawking (how is it NOT obvious that I'm not gay when I waltz into a party perfectly capable of running up and down the place in 4-5 inch heels?!), he slipped (falling on his back) on the way to the toilet and I went to chat withh the hostess. A few minutes later, I had learned that he was under a table taking a nap. I didn't think much about it until much later when a thorough search failed to display his snoring self.
Panicking, we went through the area and we found him by the squash court fast asleep on a couch. Determined NOT to budge and be more comfortable in a room, he gave me no choice but to accompany him there. In the morning, struck by the mother of all hangovers, he left me no choice but to drive.
Remember I came in a French maid outfit. I wasn't going to drive in a frilly top in broad daylight so the both of us were in the car in the barest minimum. I had on the undies while he at least had some surfer shorts which he managed to borrow from Kyle. A good 20 minutes later, I got to my car and then it dawned on me... "I just drove in my undies! O_O" We could've been caught in a police roadblock or a bus-full of children could've seen us... What could we have said?!
That's definitely not something I'd be very willing to consciously repeat. At least for the time being until I get myself all ripped and muscled. Then, people won't mind it so much. :p
At the age of 27, I have in my possession another story to fit that bill. Ever forgot to zip up as you left the house for the office or forgot to slip on that bra as you head off for school, this'll definitely make someone's day.
So it was a small but rowdy Halloween party at my lovely Whizz (that's what she called herself back then in school) and everyone was leaving. The Husband obviously didn't want to be left alone since I had come earlier with my own entourage, Leny, Hil and Izyan. Note: while respectively, they came dressed as Supergirl, Dr Evil and perverted old Malay man, I came as a French maid, Emanuelle 'Mimi' Voulezvous.
A majority of the guests came prepared with swimming gear and I wasn't, sure that I would not be tempted to take a late night swim. But after a few drinks, I thought "what the hell? I'm jumping in". Taking off my heels and fishnet stockings, I lowered myself into the pool clad only in my shorts (the really short ones that help to emphasise the perkiness of my behind, but that's besides the point).
Back to the goodbyes... the Husband didn't want to be left alone with the random mix of people he didn't know very well so he offered to send me home. Little did I know, he wasn't conscious when he said that. After a slightly emotional outburst which had the guys gawking (how is it NOT obvious that I'm not gay when I waltz into a party perfectly capable of running up and down the place in 4-5 inch heels?!), he slipped (falling on his back) on the way to the toilet and I went to chat withh the hostess. A few minutes later, I had learned that he was under a table taking a nap. I didn't think much about it until much later when a thorough search failed to display his snoring self.
Panicking, we went through the area and we found him by the squash court fast asleep on a couch. Determined NOT to budge and be more comfortable in a room, he gave me no choice but to accompany him there. In the morning, struck by the mother of all hangovers, he left me no choice but to drive.
Remember I came in a French maid outfit. I wasn't going to drive in a frilly top in broad daylight so the both of us were in the car in the barest minimum. I had on the undies while he at least had some surfer shorts which he managed to borrow from Kyle. A good 20 minutes later, I got to my car and then it dawned on me... "I just drove in my undies! O_O" We could've been caught in a police roadblock or a bus-full of children could've seen us... What could we have said?!
That's definitely not something I'd be very willing to consciously repeat. At least for the time being until I get myself all ripped and muscled. Then, people won't mind it so much. :p