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seconds from disaster



There was a funny, well 
(not so funny anymore)... An event before our wedding. 
My close friends threw a bachelorette party for me (which is common slash normal thing to do, I guess) But little did I know, they crossed the boundaries and made Dieter gone mad. 

Firstly, we had dinner at Takigawa meat bar. They dressed me up like Amy Winehouse! (oh who else I could /should be?) LOL. Susan made a handmade sequin tutu skirt which I love VERY much! And Ivy did my beehive hair. The theme is red lipstick so everyone must wear red lipstick (including Kevin and my preggo friend Vina, yay!) 
It was supposed to be a fun, memorable night (it still is). Until they kidnap and brought me to a hotel. Turned out, they decorated the room with balloons and things. Aww... I didn't know ANYthing about it cos they keep my eyes shut the whole night.

You know what came afterwards. The usual (or unusual?) bachelorette bash. The drinks, the dance scene, the truth or dare games, etc ... Next thing I know? I passed out. 
I woke up in my parent's bed (I didn't know why I end up there) and Mom like, you know what, Dieter was very angry last night!! You should fix this problem ASAP because he talked about canceling the wedding. I was like, hangover and confused cos I remember nothing. My sister (who happened to join the party) said, "oh darling you're in a HUGE HUGE trouble" 
Shit. I couldn't even find my phones. Luckily, I didn't have a tattoo on my cheek or lose my teeth. LOL


There were nasty nasty details but I think it'll be me & my friends dirty little secrets. To end with, here is one and only photo that can gone public.. The rest is history.


seconds from disaster

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