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Saturday, December 02, 2006'♥

wedding bells ringing in the woon household!

here's a quick snapshot of my sis's wedding first.

just got back from the wedding service at svdp.
am dead beat. so are the folks.
then my heels broke while i was there?
so i was like a ballerina with a broken ankle without her tutus too. how bastardized right.
but i guess its okaye. we got it fixed at thomson plaza. ):

so i was like shuttling to and fro , to and fro, from jalan kayu,svdp ,thomson plaza,jalan kayu,then svdp again.
can i say, i am tired. really am.


anyway i think brian's a ubergood photographer, not too bad, i wld say , really.
i will make him my mentor somehow. somehow!
heh. by brute force and by mymeanapplepies.
do check him out at
http://thegaleria.com.

i took some photos too? but i think they are horrible. sighs.


okaye. am off to shower now ,then i gotta go for the wedding dinner reception.

ciaociao!
pictures will be up soon.

*waves goodbye to all.

4:09 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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