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Petite and Mark's Countdown to W-DAY is now online! Actually, it's been online for a couple of days from the looks of it. Please to give it a click and send them your best wishes. Will try to upload embarrasing pictures as soon as it happens. It should be fun! There are three Best Men, me included. Mark said that three guys should make up for one Best Man... or something like that.

Mark said they wanted to have a Lord of the Rings motif for their wedding. During the reception, they would have some guy in a Legolas costume running around during the shouting, "The orcs are coming! The orcs are coming!" Then I guess the ring bearer could be dressed up as a hobbit and the priest should look like Gandalf. But they're not pushing through with that. Oh well, I guess if we get drunk enough, we'll all go running around the reception yelling, "The orcs are coming! The orcs are coming!"

Seems like it was only yesterday when we were running around Claret School, pretending to be ninjas and spies, hiding comic books from our teacher, and... and... and running around school pretending to be... oh, I already said that. I can't believe that Mark and Petite are getting married. Heck, I can't believe Moy and Dundee are married and they already have three kids! I can't believe I'm already 30 years old. I should really snap out of this.

Doh! I still don't have a barong for the wedding! Gotta go!





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