Last night I dreamt I got married.
Forget the church bells, confetti, and romance.
We're talking a backyard DIY reception,
With 20 or more severe-looking Greek women sitting at round tables,
Viciously picking on my ivory chiffon dress.
At my humble table (intently tucked away from the others) were Miss Chew and a few friends.
I was free from self-pity.
In fact, I was so resigned to it,
My cheeks were ruddy with cheap red wine.
For those of you who have heard me relating the dream about being picked up on my wedding day in a white super-modified Holden Commodore,
You'll find this hilarious.
The white holden blasting it's doof-doof music, driving down the street!
I think you need to warn your future wedding planner about what to avoid, otherwise it might be a case of dejavu..
damn right i will! perhaps i'll do the singaporean thing and get married on the MRT...
Posted by: e on August 31, 2004 9:56 AMoh dear god, NO!
You know it will only mean the ang baos will be TINY :P