Midnight Affair: 33
I went to a Malay wedding; those typical tentage erected under the block. My father’s, eldest brother’s, youngest daughter got married. That’s not the interesting bit. Well, I was introduced to a room full of old, dying people draped in colourful, sparkling rags. My bitch of an aunt finally like erm… excepted me into her side of the family, I guess. There she was raving about my O’s results and how I’m doing Mass comm now. Hypocrite. I know she hates my guts. Well, all’s fair then!No, the fact that everyone there was a typical, hypocritical, over-ethical, hierachy obsessed, money-minded Malay family isn’t at all on the top of my list.
I realized that these ragged, wrinkled faces tell different stories. I can’t remember any of those whom i was introduced to, but I’ve noticed that despite those obviously pretentious smiles and well-prepared, instantaneous compliments ready to fire the moment you hit the buzzer, their eyes, each and everyone spin a different story.
There was this lady, she broke down half way into the reception. Tears plummeted her cheeks like there’s no tomorrow, her eye bags bulged 5 seconds after a few tears. Fine, I might’ve just exaggerated too much. But you get the point. I found out her husband died 7 months before. And there she was, sitting at another’s wedding. She was always smiley and I had no clue that she had lost her husband. I can’t imagine how I would feel if i were in her shoes.
If there’s no greater feeling than to be love and be loved in return, then why does it always hurt? The whole theory itself is sadistic isn’t it!
Hope mum was happy with the celebration. Sneak peek, I sabo-ed her into wearing some fancy ching-a-ling dressy top, Chanel handbag, lousy but authentic croc’s (not those hideous ones, the ugly ones) but…. we ate at Newton! WHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! everyone was staring at some tai-tai carrying a bouquet of roses. It was funny I tell you! Then my turn to treat us to desert at NYDC. MY GOODNESS! My sister and I were under-dressed.
I like these roses, they’re very deep blood red. Almost crimson.
