I left my house looking like Oscar the Grouch and came home looking like Goldilocks. The wonders of technology and my ability to refrain myself from screaming at my hairdresser for making me look like an Asian version of a blonde little girly girl out of a children's book.
I SWEAR THE PHOTOGRAPHER WAS PAID TO EMBARRASS US. He made us do all these corny ridiculous things to make us look really happy in the photos when we went to Hyde Park. If I ever pursue photography as a career, someone better remind me to come up with better ideas like blast I WHIP MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH and make everyone start head banging and dancing. People can have fun and have happy looking photos. Problem is that everyone won't look elegant anymore and look more like jungle people. Uh... Don't worry, I still have more years to come up with more effective methods.
The reception at night was tiring. I had to take the guests to their allocated tables and after doing that for an hour, my feet started getting tired from walking around in heels. I guess it's better than sitting at my table doing nothing for an hour.
Weddings are always strange to me. It's like seeing my older cousins being dumped with the responsibilities of mortgages, bills and children when I've known them for living with their parents my whole life and suddenly they're bound to someone else. So yeah, CONGRATULATIONS MATTHEW AND DAWN! I WISH YOU HAPPINESS, GOOD HEALTH AND PROSPERITY TOGETHER! That sounds more like something you would say for Chinese New Year but... whatever.