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FROM
LEFT: Lap Him, Kang Hao, Yi Han and Gayle
So after
weeks of preparation, confusion and quandary, the Big Day
was finally here. We the Dunmanians lugged ourselves to City
Hall MRT in our spiffy uniforms promptly at 12pm (or at least,
I was there at 11:20, Yihan and Kanghao were punctual at 11:55,
and Tong forgot the blazers so he had to go all the way back
home. Ohhh, Tong).
We bummed
around in Delifrance where I found out that the delectable
clam chowder actually had clams in it, yes, no kidding! Generally
I hate the squishy "tangy" (read: abominable) flavour
of the little buggers, but the soup was digestible. Well we
were there, just generally bumming around and eating - except
for Yihan, who, after having swallowed down her vegetarian
pizza (with cheese, which we conveniently assumed was synthetic,
processed, and ultimately vegetarian cheese) was very calmly
proceeding to panic.
Listening
to her rattle her speech off over and over again was unnerving.
Even more unnerving, though, was looking at Tong's macho assertion
that he had the speech pat down, really! Xuyao slumped in
a chair and read a novel, blissfully oblivious to our pains,
and Kang...well Kang didn't have to do much rehearsing, we
trusted him to do his job. How can we not, after Yi and I
most soundly agree that he is good husband material.
NEXT.
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