A dress? Aack! No friggin' way!

Here's the thing I've learned about weddings. If there is no option but to attend one, then by golly, get into the committee! It makes things a lot more fun, really. You even get a pretty corsage! I didn't think I'd actually enjoy myself, but it just goes to show: I'll never make it big in the world of predictions.

Guess what? I proved to mummy dearest that not only could I walk straight in my heels, but I could even lari anak-anak. Hah! Take that! ^^ Plus I got my hair curled without quite planning to. My mum's hairdresser wasn't very good at English, so I left it to my mum to decide what to do to my head. Next thing I know, the lady's heating up some awful-looking instrument and grabbing my hair and pulling it and -- ta-daa! She wasn't trying to kill me after all! Terrifying, that was.

Photos! We start with one of the happy couple ;)

Cousins...

Brothers...(oh, sorry, one of them looks so awful I'd rather not put it up) :P

There isn't a single solo one of me that I like, damnit. Oh, well.
(these're a little blurry because my cousin took em with her phone...)
(...and in case you're really dense, neither of the ones with short, jagged hair is me)

And the best bit? The inanimate objects, of course...I wrapped the present that my mum bought for the bride. Now I hate the sight of sequins.

This pretty, sparkly thing took me an hour and a half. Ugh.

"Ohmygod, why are you taking pictures of your chest??"
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It was fun.
:)