I am done with my unhappy business..may they nv plague me again..
yesterday was Terence Tay's wedding! it was held at Victoria Concert Hall..Lee Ling..Sam..Lirong..Eddy..WJ..Elin..n I attended..it was so hot yesterday..MY DRESS..haiyo I'm not gonna wear it again..was so THICK..the sun was beating down on my head..I was dragging my feet..darn heels lorh..we were almost late! when we reached there almost everyone was seated already..TT saw us! n he waved at us..all of a sudden I felt tis surge of emotion..like OMG IT'S HIM N HE'S GETTING MARRIED! we haven't spoken in like..2 n a half years la..den like..WAH SO EXCITING! so happy for him..rightaway Sam n I went all teary eyed -_- we are so crazy..
it was a wonderful ceremony! could feel tat everyone's happy for him n his bride Elaine! ahh..I love weddings! we spoke to him after tat..n took pics..wah..we had so many questions we wanted to ask him..hope he stays in wedded bliss forever! =D
I remember
how TT..Sam..Sarah..Lirong..Debbie n I hung out together in poly year 1..like super close frens..lunched together everyday..he drove us out during breaks so we didn't have to eat canteen food all the time..his famous orange pumpkin van careening down the NP hill everyday.."MY CAR IS GOOD FOR RACING" his famous sentence..den he'd try to show it to us by slamming on the accelerator n all of us would be rolling about in the back screaming murder..he fetched all of us to school n back home..Sarah trying to change his wardrobe..her comments about his jeans n his crumpled series tops.."BURN THEM"..how TT would only behave when Sarah was around..diablo nights SO FUN! we played D2..Worms..AOE online everynight..till I didn't shut down my laptop for 3 months n it CRASHED..crash course in photoshop n Dreamweaver at Mac so we wouldn't FAIL..turns out he's a much better teacher than the lecturer..how he helped us with our tragic Flash assignment..our Speech Comm final assignment..
he's been a great fren la..
MARRIED! omg happy..
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