wedding blues and other stories
yesterday we were obliged to attend a relative's wedding. I don't know his name or where he lives, but I do know he and his brothers make up a very dishy family. too bad when we came, I didn't spot any of them. I did see an old aahh friend walking around with his mother and sister, so horror of all horrors I realised we are related. therefore it's great that things didn't work out, because clearly we weren't meant to be.
while complaining about the impractical baju kurung I had to wear because it was 37 degrees outside, eating the good food and furiously messaging Mat because our plan to go blading had to be abandoned again, I had a brief discussion about marriage with my sister. or was it a cousin, I don't really remember. I asked her about the best age to marry, and before she could say anything I shrieked DO YOU THINK ONE SHOULD MARRY WHEN HE/SHE IS 21? to which she replied, in her neutral, calm and 23 year old voice 'that's not so bad. some of my juniors got married at that age.'
I'm finding it hard to get anyone on my side nowadays. but thank god for cynical, no-nonsense girlfriends, because they were the remaining few who could boldly declare they never want to get married. or at least, put that thought on hold.
so yesterday ended on a perfect note. I ended up exhausted after dinner at Arab St with the Brady Bunch. while sending Rizan home in my brother's car, I somehow felt so proud Mat is doing well with my eccentric family. around midnight when we finally got back I sleepily grabbed Torto, this adorable tortoise he'd bought for me, climbed on to bed and quickly dozed off. life is great when you get to end at least one day with no regrets.