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Day 1: best friend of mine



Today I'm going to share about my friendship with one girl whom I love dearly. 
We first met on the first day of high school. She sat next to me, we chatted a bit, later I found out that her house was so close from mine. Only couple houses away. It's funny cos the next day, Dad told me that he was her Dad's bestie when they're young. We're totally inseparable.
From high school to college, even though we didn't go to same college. We're still hang out or have a coffee every now and then to tell each other's story and problem. 
Maybe I'm not the best friend she ever had, but I tried to :) I told almost all my problems to her and I think she did the same way too,

Years passed by and we've been many things together. We even had couple holidays, get wasted and do some crazy things. Haha missed those moments so much! 
Until one day, my blackberry beep. She text me something like, "will you be my bridesmaid?" 

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Oh how I couldn't believe my eyes! My girl is getting married! I'm soooooooo happy for you and I'm wishing you the best, the happiest, the merriest party one can have! Have a long, happy, and healthy life with your hubby and I hope there'll be mini V right away after you tie the knot. Promise I'll be a good auntie. LOL :D


Lots of hugs and wet kisses! Love you so so much! xoxoxoxo


our recent photo! 


look at my hair! taken 2006


at singapore


on her birthday years ago


high school memories!


LOL moment


Bali sinful holiday! LOL

got wasted at Bali





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Soh Hong Wei said…
Sweet!

Its very nice to see your good friend getting married! =)
July 12, 2011 at 10:11 PM
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