Friday, May 12, 2006

why are there so many songs about rainbows?

i was driving to harbour front when i saw this exquisite display. it was faint but yet beautiful. it was a full rainbow. i HAD to take a photo of it. i took a couple of shots and which resulted in my car erm...swerving hahahaha... =) BUUUTTT in my defence i DID check behind me for cars. ANYYWAYYY there aren't many songs about rainbows so wat's the big deal about this rainbow song? hahahaha

mucking around... hahha unfortunately...1) i couldn't stay over in sentosa because i didn't feel physically up for it 2) yvonne had to leave earlier. but yeah it was a good time of serious and...sometimes light-hearted talk. i love talking to these acjc cf peeps. =) weiliang esp has very good insight.

customary photos with the people i go out with. =) for some reason i look....bloated =((( (ANYYWAYYYY from left: weiliang, jon and meee)

i was waiting for izzy and his family to arrive. i felt like some loser waiting because...hahaha i was supposed to be helping out at reception but...i arrived EXTREMELY early. stupid izzy actually thought i would be late so he told me 6.30 (instead of the original time 7pm). guess wat time i came down? 6pm...I AM DAMM I AM LOSAAA... on a separate note, i settled down with my drink and reminised about MMN etc because for some reason the surroundings just reminded me of...preparing for MMN, making the empty room look perfect. ahhh...

the two gals doing reception. think her name's samantha =)

crowds only streamed in....what, 7.30pm...*growl* typical...tsk

what is a wedding without...FOOOODD!!! hmmm yummmzz and yeappp..it's buffet style! the spread ranged from salmonnnn, duck, beef, fondue...

ulgghhh izzy made us drink this YUCKY hard liquor....it tastes like VODKA ...AND I HATE IT!

me, the bridegroom and the wretched looking bottle of liquor that looked like bleach and tasted like shit...

starbucks peeps, both current and former ones... =)

well...many happy returns to izzy and his family... =) hehehehe

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