♥ Princessa's Royal Diary ♥ - Royalty has never been so PINK!

I did set my alarm clock at 6.15am to run through an interview with an advertiser (of the magazine I work for) that I was gonna be meeting at 10.30am. Thing is... I kinda figured I'd laze in bed for at least an hour before I actually got up and get working on it. But no... I woke up even before the alarm went off, no thanks to "the" nightmare.

Weddings are sacred, I'd be ecstatic if any of my friends were to walk down that aisle. It's one of those times where you get to dress up in fluffy gowns and drink champagne for the right reasons. The best scenario is when both bride and groom are your friends, and you wish nothing but the best for the two of them.

Well, in this nightmare, I knew both the bride and groom. To a certain extend, I "love" them both, separately and for different reasons.

It all fell into pieces so quickly (it was a dream after all). The "groom", his friends, my friends and myself were all out for drinks. Out of nowhere, he said he was getting married that very weekend! I was slightly disturbed. It never occurred to me he was seeing someone to begin with. Despite my horror, I forced a smile and congratulated him. All cheers, filled with joy and wine (I've grown to love wine these days). And guess what? I totally forgot to ask about the bride! Silly me.

So the day of the "wedding" arrived. Apparently, in this dream, I had already gone for liposuction and was slim (slim figure maintaining my current boob size)! Slim enough to fit into that incredibly gorgeous pink Dior, fluffy tube dress that I have been drooling over for the longest time ever! (Well, I could have fit before liposuction, but it wouldn't have looked as good.)

Clearly, I wasn't as "ecstatic" as I would have been if the wedding was for some other couple that I knew. I'm still unable to digest "this" reality (of my dream) quite just yet. A part of me was just screaming out, "NOOOOOO!!!" Again I repeat, I "love" them both, separately and for different reasons.

Finally... it hit me. So, exactly who was the bride? My dress was clearly gorgeous, but I'm pretty sure it's Dior and not a wedding gown. And I don't recall anyone proposing to me lolx.

Disoriented, confused, frustrated with myself, I drove my top-down Volkswagen Beetle (yes, I'm living my dream, or supposed nightmare, in absolute style) to the not so church-lookalike venue, where the wedding was to be held. Let me just add, it was CROWDED!

Funny thing, I practically knew 90 percent of the guest, which somewhat caused my heart to skip a beat, in a bad way. If I knew that many people, chances were that I knew the bride. And clearly, that would be a bad thing. God knows how long before I'm no longer able to contain my inner voice and literally shout, "I object!" (I repeat, this is a dream!)

I haven't figured I was dreaming yet, if I did, I would have made that outburst. Since I wasn't aware I was sleeping and this was all just a bad dream...

I didn't have a date, which was another bummer and totally unrealistic. After my arrival, I pretty much hanged out with the groom side. From time to time, I'd drop my polite, "Oh hi, fancy seeing you here!" Out of nowhere, Peggy, Elise and Raine appeared.

Seeing Peggy was somewhat comforting. At least that meant she wasn't the bride.

We all know I totally love Pegs. If I were a guy, I'd date her! Then again, I wouldn't mind les-ing with her. Thing is, I don't think I'd be able to accept Pegs as the bride to this particular groom. That said, I wouldn't be able to accept any of my girlfriends as the bride to this groom. This groom is just not the ideal girlfriends' husband that I want to be bitching about during our girl-time. There's many more reasons of course.

The number of Nuffnang-ers were totally increasing. Basically all the girls I knew (which includes our Queen, Xiaxue) was present. At that moment, I felt as though I was suffocating. I literally couldn't breathe, or at least I was dreaming (or rather, nightmare-ing) that I couldn't.

All went dark (which was weird for a supposed church wedding) and the spotlights were shining to a corner where (I suppose) the bride was to make her appearance!

I couldn't watch. I wanted to turn around and just evaporate from the face of the earth, like one version of the little mermaid (non-Disney I suspect) where Ariel turned to bubbles and disappeared from existence. Unfortunately, that wasn't gonna happen. Even though this was a dream (or rather, nightmare), it was still pretty realistic.

Sooo, the bride walked out in a long red toga wedding gown. A mix of the following:

In better description, it was red with the cut from the thigh down (like the left image), it was a toga gown (like the centre image), and it had golden glitter on the ruffle that rested on her left side shoulder (like the right image but with added golden glitter).

It was a gorgeous red gown! However, I wouldn't exactly label it as wedding gown material, but definitely red carpet friendly.

The bride was Huiwen (aka davienne)!

When the priest said the classic phrase, "... speak now or forever hold your peace ..." I just couldn't bring myself to object. It was Huiwen for crying out loud. Would I ever want to ruin her wedding? Hell no.

I bite my tongue and refrained myself from making the slightest squeak. The moment the ceremony was over, I drowned myself with champagne. (It was a DREAM, or nightmare!) Strangely, no matter how much I drank, I was far from getting tipsy.

I've been to weddings and this had to be the strangest and most depressing one for me - strange cause the sequence was all wrong, and depressing cause I couldn't believe what was happening. (Repeating myself for the millionth time, it was a dream... I mean nightmare!)

The groom came over, we all did the little chit chat, he turned around and called out, "HUIWEN!" She came over, I felt like stabbing myself but smiled and greeted her like my "usual" self. Everyone was happily enjoying the moment, while some of us were pretending to be happy and enjoying the moment. Blah blah blah, it finally ended (not the dream though).

The next day, the groom BBM-ed me like he usually does. Nothing really changed, or so I thought. Within three days, the harmony came to its end.

See, I still couldn't digest the marriage. This change I couldn't adapt, for now at least. Basically, I responded the way I normally did, pre-marriage. And yes, that included calling in unearthly hours.

From the background, I heard Huiwen saying something like, "Don't think I don't know you're talking to Sab in the bathroom!" Wow, I was shocked really, slightly pleased. It pleased me to know that he bothered keeping things the way they were for me despite his wife's disapproval. Unfortunately, his wife was my friend. I asked myself, "Do I really want to go into Huiwen's bad books?"

I'm gonna just add that "I think" I somewhat cried in this horrible dream, many times over.

And finally... before the worst happened... I WOKE UP!

It was all a bad dream. They still don't know each other (I think). Now the question is... should they ever? Then again, in reality or the dream, I wasn't the one that introduced them.

So...

Take this in general context, not referring to Huiwen directly but my girlfriends.

Time to finish up on work.