when life's making you happy, you make yourself pretty

yesterday was in short,

quite a disaster.

my first time stepping into a wedding boutique

and boy!

was i excited to try on all the pretty dresses!

but you know what,

no..

they aint like the movies,

where you get seated comfortably in a over cushioned sofa,

served with tea

and a huge arse "catalogue"..

no..

instead,

you get seated on a cheap plastic chair,

and wait..

then,

they come with 1 or 2 dresses,

asking you to try,

without asking

"is this ok? to your liking?"

-.-

they are HIDEOUS,

ok maybe not.

but certainly not pretty.

i can easily get nicer ones outside,

or the way my mum crudely put it

"aiyo! i think the clothes you have at home even nicer than these"

i know,

i'm just the bridesmaid who is supposedly to fade in the background.

but,

it's my sister's wedding

and my 1st being a bridesmaid.

:(

i know,

im spoilt here.

but seriously,

you should have seen those not pretty dress.

in the end,

i settled for something very very simple.

(yawns)

the seamstress said my figure is perfecttt,

except that i have a lil thick waist

(thank you very much)

got laughed at,

but still went ahead with Seafood Paradise!

Crabs!

Buns!

later at night,

went to had alcohol in the blood,

after so long.

and everything went wrong,

as usual.