My first friend wedding

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I laughed until i stomachache.

Recently, I’ve taken to asking my friends if they will be inviting me to their weddings, because I think that would be such a nice experience, to see people I love find the happiness they deserve. So warm your heart lor..
However, I was very shocked and horrified that my good friend has done it again, and invited herself, and me in the process, to our MO’s wedding. And even though we really like our MO a lot, I think it’s not very appropriate for us lowly medical students to turn up.

Anyway, the deed is done, and she sent us an invitation. One invitation to be shared among the two of us, feels very..err… weird. So of course we can’t turn her down, and we looked forward to that day with fear and trepidation. (because Wk is convinced that we’ll see our reg and consultants at the same table and we think that they will quiz us on gastro stuff, meanwhile I just ‘wished’ with all my might and hoped my ‘suay’ mouth will work its magic.)

On the precious public hol when we finally din have to go for rounds, we met at borders, both of us dressed up to the nines. (In fact, my first words to Wk were “Hahahahaha! You look so Vietnamese today.” And added, “and pretty” as an afterthought.)

Haha and the tables are arranged according to our disciplines lor, tat’s such a damper, like some hospital conference like tat, but I supposed can’t be helped lar, cos both bride and groom are doctors.
[heehee I just tot of smth: if two teachers get married, will their tables be arranged by subject?]

I was at first quite excited to see my MO’s wedding photos (so pretty loh), and quite amused to see pple I recognize but dressed in nice clothes, like some MO I met during call once. Actually, I suspect 99.9% of the people I recognize probably don’t recognize me, because I must say I look very different on weekdays (ie. ugly), the other 0.1% are probably wondering what the hell I’m doing there at an MO’s wedding.

But as the evening wore on, I got more and more sleepy and grumpy, cos I was secretly starving and the portions the waiters served were measly! And also, the wedding programs were simply boring. Wk kept reassuring me that for my wedding, she would make sure that things get very interesting indeed.

So we finally finished the last scoop of desert at 11pm, shook a very tired MO’s hand who said in a typically her fashion: “I smile until very tired already.”
And I wanted to take a photo of Wk to show everyone her supreme Vietnamese look one, but she sneakily covered up her top with her shawl:


Then, we trudged off to separate bus-stops to take our buses home, where I totally fell asleep on the bus.

That night I slept at 1.30am and woke up at 5.45am the next morning.