
Me having a conversation with my dad's best pals, Mr Kong (left) and Mr Sim (whom I had a teaching stint with at Gan Eng Seng Sec School 7 years ago).

My mum-in-law (5th from left) with her friends.
For many moments in the mad of the day, I kept putting myself in the shoes of an event-organiser. This moment, before the grand entrance, was a self-realisation of our real roles as bride and groom. (=

Menus in chinese banquets hardly leave an impression, especially after attending countless of weddings in similar hotel ballrooms. There's nothing to complain about the great food from Hua Ting, and I was really glad to have the double-boiled ginseng chicken soup in lieu of sharksfin, which I abhor with passion!
Another pet peeve - I'm so not a fan of faux wedding cakes and champagne towers, but all couples have their moment, I presume? Who cares, just busk in the limelight! >_<

The speech (with nothing Nazi in content) and the toast!


One of the most heartening parts of the luncheon was to find my parents enjoying a smashing time with their own company!




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