Pak Su's wedding was okay, it was smooth-going and all, but I can't definitely say that I enjoyed myself to the very max because of very complicated reasons which I shan't reveal here, huahuahua. So anyways, the reception at the museum on Saturday was fantastic, and there were lots of professional decorations hanging around, the dais was really pretty and big, and the jellies were really nice. Haha..I was looking at the food more than the bride and groom, I think. And oh, some really pretty eye candies. Lots of 'em. Though about 80% of them banquet servers were mats, but they looked really good, plus they were really sweet! >< Especially this mat in green, like oh-am-gee, check out his arms, hunny! And I hadn't wished that I took a photo, so you know, it's just a passing thing. Like just passing uh. Nothing more. Anyways, I thought pak su was really nervous when he 'declared' the solemnisation thingie, cos he said it all too fast, apart from the fact that the bride's name was long, and I mean really long, plus she's a Sharifah, so there's like dozens of other Sharifahs and Syeds from amongst her family members, but I couldn't care less kind of thing. She was rather, well, solemn, and sad, cos of dunno-what-reasons-which-I-don't-intend-to-know. And I wore an Arab jubah. A long dress. Very pretty. Very Victorian at the same time, with tassles at the front and sides, and really nice material, very cooling. For once, I really felt like a Sharifah. Very Arab. :) :)

For the reception on Sunday, I wore pink. Yes. Everybody's favourite colour. It was a really sweet reception, and luckily, it rained, cos we were all very stuffed out from wearing all those clothes. Yes, it was more of humid than hot. God knows how many glasses of punch I drank, cos really, I can't count them myself. I sort of floated from table to table, just talking to people, and really, I don't mean to brag or anything, but I find myself so easily acquainted with people within the first 10 seconds. Ok, so it was partly superficial, but you know, you have to be nice to the oldies and all that, respect beb, respect! But thank God for cousins like Fatin who came around and hung around and chatted with me. So thank you for that dear. And yes, there's this particular cousin of mine, who came with her cousin, and me oh my, I can't help looking at how beefy he is! Really, if I may say so, he looks really good, plus he's a nice fella. The thing is, I can't remember his name. :) :) :)

Ok, I'm lethargic already. I'm having the sneezes now, so I'd better go off before I have to disinfect the keyboard and the screen! Lola!