Sunday, July 05, 2009/3:07 PM
if you missed the blog post I have just deleted, you just missed four paragraphs of well written melodrama. but it's okay, for the sake of the person I wrote about, I shall delete it and pretend it never existed. because it's not worth being upset over an angel.
I went to a wedding today, and as usual I paid very scrutinized attention to my joyous surroundings, picking out any social cliches that would be worth mentioning. I surveyed the occassion, not engaging in unnecessary chatter with distant relatives. I barely knew anyone there, it was like every table was their own world.
the thing about weddings is, sometimes, you don't even know who the bloody hell is getting married. so you scan the area, looking for any familiar faces that can cause a chain of links and relations to suddenly become plausible in your mind. there isn't anyone you know other than your overly-social grandmother who is talking hysterically with four other ladies whom are beyond your recognition.
when you arrive, the first question that comes to your mind is 'dang is it a buffet?' I don't know about you guys, but I dread buffets. just the thought of having to get up and queue for your food brings me back to the school canteen and is enough to make you lose your appetite.
mother always says, if it's a buffet, restrict yourself to one trip to the food tables and never go there again. this is very useful information to a youth who still craves social decency in front of a crowd. especially when you're like me, an itchy little brat who insists on wearing heels and sucking the entire room's attention to your extreme height, it's best to know that your actions are deemed appropriate in front of your elders.
thankfully, today's meal was served. a big plate of nasi briyani was placed in front of us once we were seated comfortably. this means that you can take as much servings as you want because no one's looking. God I love it when this happens. not to say that I'm greedy or anything, but it's just so much better when you don't have to leave your plastic chair.
malay weddings are astounding. the whole scene just bursts at you. at this wedding, soft off-white translucent cloth was draped over our heads, calming and softening the crude and blatant white of the walls. I soak in the cheery mood and eat my briyani and take a sip of my fruit punch. (which I dislike. I am soo going to serve coke and coffee at my wedding and make everyone high. yes even the makciks.)
then the berkat comes. berkat are tokens of appreciation for your presence at one's wedding. see this is why I adore weddings. you go there, and you get to dress up so extravagantly without anyone calling you vain, get free food and presents! it's like going to a party. only, the music blasting out from the speakers is some malay ballad about a girl named Suzanna and the only thing you'll get if you tell the people around you that the roof is on fire is a major catastrophe and seven heart attacks on your conscience.
when you go to a wedding, an unavoidable question that would interrupt your pathway of mind-wandering is 'Will my wedding be like this?' I guess it's too early to say who you're going to marry unless you live in a kampung in Malaysia. who am I going to marry? ah, what a random question.
thank god random questions are my forte.
when I say shotgun you say wedding.
I went to a wedding today, and as usual I paid very scrutinized attention to my joyous surroundings, picking out any social cliches that would be worth mentioning. I surveyed the occassion, not engaging in unnecessary chatter with distant relatives. I barely knew anyone there, it was like every table was their own world.
the thing about weddings is, sometimes, you don't even know who the bloody hell is getting married. so you scan the area, looking for any familiar faces that can cause a chain of links and relations to suddenly become plausible in your mind. there isn't anyone you know other than your overly-social grandmother who is talking hysterically with four other ladies whom are beyond your recognition.
when you arrive, the first question that comes to your mind is 'dang is it a buffet?' I don't know about you guys, but I dread buffets. just the thought of having to get up and queue for your food brings me back to the school canteen and is enough to make you lose your appetite.
mother always says, if it's a buffet, restrict yourself to one trip to the food tables and never go there again. this is very useful information to a youth who still craves social decency in front of a crowd. especially when you're like me, an itchy little brat who insists on wearing heels and sucking the entire room's attention to your extreme height, it's best to know that your actions are deemed appropriate in front of your elders.
thankfully, today's meal was served. a big plate of nasi briyani was placed in front of us once we were seated comfortably. this means that you can take as much servings as you want because no one's looking. God I love it when this happens. not to say that I'm greedy or anything, but it's just so much better when you don't have to leave your plastic chair.
malay weddings are astounding. the whole scene just bursts at you. at this wedding, soft off-white translucent cloth was draped over our heads, calming and softening the crude and blatant white of the walls. I soak in the cheery mood and eat my briyani and take a sip of my fruit punch. (which I dislike. I am soo going to serve coke and coffee at my wedding and make everyone high. yes even the makciks.)
then the berkat comes. berkat are tokens of appreciation for your presence at one's wedding. see this is why I adore weddings. you go there, and you get to dress up so extravagantly without anyone calling you vain, get free food and presents! it's like going to a party. only, the music blasting out from the speakers is some malay ballad about a girl named Suzanna and the only thing you'll get if you tell the people around you that the roof is on fire is a major catastrophe and seven heart attacks on your conscience.
when you go to a wedding, an unavoidable question that would interrupt your pathway of mind-wandering is 'Will my wedding be like this?' I guess it's too early to say who you're going to marry unless you live in a kampung in Malaysia. who am I going to marry? ah, what a random question.
thank god random questions are my forte.
when I say shotgun you say wedding.
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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