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eventful sunday
Sunday, May 23, 2010 @ 10:08 PM
was supposed to meet up with the clique but Candy and Remi pang seh us the last min and so, Bra & i headed to Bp for Iciban instead. it's like donkey ages i last saw Brandon and 1st time a 'date' out with him, just the 1 of us.
Speaking of which, we've actually known each other back during Pri sch days. we came from the same pri sch(diff clas), studied in the same sec sch(same class) and then to the same polytechnic(diff courses). And not to mention, our sisters were also classmates during pri sch days. what a coincidence.
anw, after lunch i head down to my facial appt at Citispa. i swear to god, my 1st time there, its mother-fucking swearing painful that i didnt expect it to be, or was it that im too intolerant to physical pains?
just after im done with facial, mum reminds me of the wedding dinner to attend later at night. like wtfff, i just had my pimples/backheads all squeezed with my face red all over & ive gotta attend it with an ugly face of mine. -.-
quickly rushed to the salon, had my hair set and then home to change/doll up.
time is def running out and i seems like a mad woman rushing all over. managed to get on the coach on time late obviously.
wedding of not-bery-close relative of mine, attended in presence of my parents.

ive always love the starter





my two cousins


braces sisters




me & 小姑



pretty sis













二姑





























cheeers


























the people up for the toasting session









thumbs up


im surprised the bride can drink so well
















spot my pimple!