I went to Aunty Jessie and Uncle Weilong's wedding at the Orchid Country Club some Saturdays ago. As usual, I was like the social butterfly other than the love for running around.
At the banquet table, I refused to sit still and worse, was terrified by that stupid loud and scary introduction music for the 1st dish that I clung onto my parents for dear life and cried. My parents didn't have a peaceful time to catch up with many of their friends at Herald because of me :P.
When I wasn't afraid (talk about unpredictable kids), I would fuss to get down from high chair and walked around other guests' tables and socialise. Mama really was amazed by my friendliness. She didn't know most of them herself! I went to some pretty jie jies and shook their hands, hi five them, baby talked to them and flashed my cheeky smiles here and there.
Mama said I looked more like the bride of the night, or the mother of the bride! Hahahaaa....Well, I think this is me.
Oh! And I remember the fun Uncle Eric. At first I was afraid to go near him, but when I wanted to play with him, I pulled Mama towards his direction and wahla! After the ice was broken, I was "unleashed"! Wahhahahahaa.....
Uncle Eric is so much fun. He is fun! He is very tall, so when he carries me, I was very high up!
I also saw Aunty Eva sang on stage and was absolutely mesmerized by her. Mama used to listen to one of the songs she sang repeatedly when I was in her womb. So whenever Mama said, "Aunty Eva", my eyes would lit up. So she brought me nearer to the stage to watch her sang that night.
When she was done and left the stage, I was SO VERY disappointed that I kept saying in disbelief, "No more! No more?!" And I made Mama followed her. When Aunty Eva carried me, I looked at her face with such adoration! (My mama is not exaggerating here) My gaze was kept glued to her face as she was talking to Mama. By the way, Aunty Eva was also from Faith like Mama. Mama knew her 2 brothers who are also Kow Fu's good friends in church. Talk about small world :)
When Mama needed to go, I was reluctant! As Mama walked away, I kept looking back saying, "VA!? VA?!" Aunty Eva, I'm your die hard fan!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
At Raffles City--Mama's gathering with friends
This post is very much overdue! Many weeks ago, Mama had to meet Grandaunt Beca and Aunty Lynne to buy bridesmaid dress for Aunty Lynne's wedding. Uncle Siak joined them too! Hahaha....but he wasn't the bridesmaid of course! He just happened to be nearby and wanted to catch up.
Papa and I tagged along when they were done. To help Mama chat better (in peace and quiet) with her friends, Papa "sacrificed" his time to look after me. Brought me to walk around the mall.
Dancing with the softies
No one taught me this, but I just had a sudden inspiration as I was dancing to Hillsongs Kids songs. I went to grab teddy and piggy and danced with them! Boy, my parents were so glad they were spared the "torture" of excessive dancing with me! hahahahaha....
Bei Bei baby
At Aunty Meiyen's house
I went Aunty Meiyen and Uncle Wee How's house. Mama and Papa went there for steamboat and caught up with their friends. I had so much fun with Zach and Elliot gor gor playing in the ball-tent, container truck and car. Mama could see I like Elliot gor gor (Z gor gor was sleeping then) because I kept sticking close to him and kissed him while he was watching cartoon!HAhahaha... Elliot gor gor also shared with me his toys.
When I was on my bed about to sleep, Mama asked me if I liked to play with gorgors, I said, "truck, share share, ball, fight (because Z gor gor was doing Kung Fu fighting infront of me) and Z (meaning, Z gor gor).
But Mama was tired out in the throughout the night because I was overly stimulated; I cried and screamed for Mama countless times! Poor Mama, sorry!
When I was on my bed about to sleep, Mama asked me if I liked to play with gorgors, I said, "truck, share share, ball, fight (because Z gor gor was doing Kung Fu fighting infront of me) and Z (meaning, Z gor gor).
But Mama was tired out in the throughout the night because I was overly stimulated; I cried and screamed for Mama countless times! Poor Mama, sorry!
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