weddings and such
Dear Sugarplum Fairy,
Oh thank god it’s Friday. I barely had a wink last night and i’m paying the price right now (at noon!). Bad news. I am about to rant.
I’m pretty pissed with my maternal relatives at this moment. No, just kidding, i’m pissed with them all the time. My mother’s weird family of about 14 (i think), has this ridiculous and disgusting tradition of being competitive over each other’s… WEDDING.
But first, I’ll help you with a brief introduction about my standing in this absurd family. I am perceived, in their eyes, as a person who has lost all of her roots and tradition. This amounts to a great deal of nasty remarks being thrown back and forth about how gross i am as a malay/muslim girl. For some reason, its become so overwhelming THAT i have an aunt or two who hasn’t spoken to me in years. Actually, just one. Have a think about it.
So being this worthless person that i am as compared the their highness in the form of tshirt wearing and malay dancing beliefs, i only have one theory about weddings. A person (whether or not you like or dislike, no matter the distance in relation) is getting married, be happy for them. Bless the couple with your best wishes and prayers.
VERSUS
"How can her wedding decor be nicer than mine?"
"Argh, they’re just showing off."
"If they’re doing this, i want to do something better for my wedding."
"Oh the ring is so expensive! Who does she think she is? A princess?"
Now that i’ve said it, try imagining how all that sounds in MALAY. Pretty damn awful ain’t it?
But oh well, what would i know about the malay tradition hey? 
My response to all that funk is: what-the-fuck.
So the question is, will they ever be happy for the newly weds? Never, not a chance.
To wrap everything up, I am using this very angry post as an excuse to kick start a series of entries on all things ‘wedding’. So stick around folks.
