I am allergic to weddings. Gang members' weddings to be exact.
Two years back, XL's big day, I was running a fever that made me shiver non-stop.
Turned out to be dengue.
Wasn't a bad deal since I got to shed some weight and rot at home.
BM's wedding turned out really well. Almost the whole gang was present, except for Wei, who's in Australia studying diligently. Nay, to be exact, on the day of the wedding, she's actually diving in Cairns.
For those without Kay's multiply picture link, here are some pictures of the wedding:
Groom had to suffer a series of tortures and pay his way out before he could get to his bride.
Do not underestimate the power of the small puny leaves on the plate. Two slices were enough to make the guys raise their white flags.
And guess which is my eye in the picture...
Before the dinner started, I was happily snapping away.
We were at the big table because the gang has grown larger with the inclusion of the affiliates.
English footballers have their WAGs. De gang members have their BAHs, boyfriends and husbands of the gang.
Looks yummy? Don't even think.
Essentials during the 'nao dong fang' (read: ruckus in the couple's room).
Anyway, back to my wedding allergy.
My flu has decided to turn for the worse.
I have cotton wool stuffed in my ears. The insides of my nose is painfully dry, but still functional as a mucus machine. A fat cow probably jumps on me each day while I sleep, which explains the perpetual headache and body pain.
I feel like shit.
Mom says I'm a horrid patient. I don't follow instructions, I refuse to rest well, and I whine a lot. After a while, the family gets so sick from my complaining, they all start getting headaches.
Wahahahaha...
I am a horrid patient, yeah. I AM SICK AND I HATE IT!
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