Saturday, July 01, 2006
weddings and funerals

all right so maybe i only like weddings that i don't have to dress up for or travel to. leaving in about 2 hours for malaysia. gahhhh. have no idea what to wear. i guess i'm 'family' (actually i am family, but does extended family count as 'family'?) so i have to look presentable. *coughs* i'dbetter find out what the rest of my family is wearing. we have this tendency to accidentally coordinate our dressing. like yesterday i went out with my sister wearing the black version of her shirt. and i only noticed as we were leaving the house. fantastic.

and as it turns out, my mother was planning to wear purple too, then she decided on black. i'll do purple and black and the purple heels the pls gave me last month. there, be happy, i'm wearing them =D (they're gonna kill me..) no idea what my sister is wearing, but she doesn't really wear purple so i'm safe. when i was a kid, my favourite part of wedding ceremonies was the bit where the groom lifts up the bride's veil and kisses her. i never really paid attention to all the warnings before that in the sermon about how hard married life is. now it scares me enough for me to take my cap off to couples who actually dare to marry. people have such faith in each other - or maybe it's their faith in God. i could never trust anyone like that, which is why, my dear mellie, the deep sea fish is still swimming around at the bottom of the ocean with the lightbulb dangling between her evil glinty eyes, and her pointy teeth bared.

there has to be some mention of the irony regarding weddings and funerals. as a guest, you dress up for both in more or less the same way (if you have a fondness for black), and listen to sermons in a little chapel. the only difference is that at funerals, everyone clings to each other sobbing, while everyone rushes to congratulate the happy couple at weddings. but there's always this great, underlying belief that God is nigh and has a hand in everything. death is only sad for those who are left behind.

she sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind

don't fall in love.
12:13 PM ; 2 comments