I can't help but feel skeptical about today, most likely much influenced by the grudge my Mummy had for her 2nd elder brother plus post-effect of the notably-disrespectful behavior of their second daughter-in-law at my Mummy's wake.
Well, I am not a person who's like rushy or struggle people's neck because of being late. So I made my point about not necessary to worry about being punctual and consider the liberty of arriving half an hour later the numbers printed in gold in the invitation card. Accurate as expected, the dinner started only an hour after the planned time, although we had arrived 30 minutes late, we find ourselves "acting as flower vases" while we waited for the wedding dinner to commence
Wedding dinner. It's something which was not only the food, the prestige of the venue but also the mingling. I could help but find ways to entertain myself (自high). So I text a few friends, including Ms Clara whom I whined to about being bored and...! Something which I never understand, do I look so old? Clara mentioned of the "age" which arouse questions on when I'm gonna get married. No, they implied this with "When's your turn".
Sigh.. I stick stick to my philosophies that I could hardly earn enough to satisfy my expenditure, what entitles to marrying and taking care of her finances? N' nope! Call my a masochistic chauvinist but I won't let her be the breadwinner. I will never live on her/his/whatever.
I can't help but feel succumbed to the pressure of feeling obliged to get married. Is that what it is? An arranged path in life every guy should take? And choosing a different path would inevitably fail the expectations of your folks and what.. proves you're less than normal?
Gimme a break. I was actually quite pissed because we were sitting in a table of 10. 9 were occupied. So happens I sat at the place where it was accessible for the waiter to serve the dishes. I just don't understand this lady (no..not lady, auntie) didn't have the courtesy/common sense to shift herself into the empyty seat which the waitress obviously couldn't access. I was so pissed, after the second dish, I went MIA, texted my new friend, complained aibt and strolled to Northpoint, in hopes of searching for an ATM.
Turns out Northpoint underwent alot of changes in this 3-4 years since I last visited during all those nightsout with my fellow campmates. The entertainment Centre seemed to be renovated and linked to Northpoint via an underpass. Contructions were on the way to provide more links ans stalls. Omg. There's more variety of stores such as in Xin Wang, Thai Express.. man.. Yishun dwellers are in for a feast.
Jasmine sent an emergency sms to "zhao" me back for the soon-occuring photo shoot. I turned up late and the meal continue. Dinner wasn't good. Partlly pissed so I drank 4 glasses of red wine. Think it was Merlot. Hell, not my favourite Shiraz.
Dishes wasn't fantastic. First dish was ok. Cold platter. Second was Sharks fins. The third onwards involved steamed fish, prawns, abalones, mushrooms which I obviously do not fancy. The personally deemed edible was the shark fins, lotus brown rice and hashima.
Apart from those edible food, I enjoyed greeting all the elders. Something we are pretty proud of because we have advantage of recognising the elders by their faces and deliver them our respect through our initiative greeting. Chinese customs. Else, people might think lowly of your up-bringing when you fail to greet them first. Especially the elders. These folks might feel offended and disrespected.
Too bad, certain family members were absent. Else, my part of the family would be complete. Thing might have been different.
Well, I am not a person who's like rushy or struggle people's neck because of being late. So I made my point about not necessary to worry about being punctual and consider the liberty of arriving half an hour later the numbers printed in gold in the invitation card. Accurate as expected, the dinner started only an hour after the planned time, although we had arrived 30 minutes late, we find ourselves "acting as flower vases" while we waited for the wedding dinner to commence
Wedding dinner. It's something which was not only the food, the prestige of the venue but also the mingling. I could help but find ways to entertain myself (自high). So I text a few friends, including Ms Clara whom I whined to about being bored and...! Something which I never understand, do I look so old? Clara mentioned of the "age" which arouse questions on when I'm gonna get married. No, they implied this with "When's your turn".
Sigh.. I stick stick to my philosophies that I could hardly earn enough to satisfy my expenditure, what entitles to marrying and taking care of her finances? N' nope! Call my a masochistic chauvinist but I won't let her be the breadwinner. I will never live on her/his/whatever.
I can't help but feel succumbed to the pressure of feeling obliged to get married. Is that what it is? An arranged path in life every guy should take? And choosing a different path would inevitably fail the expectations of your folks and what.. proves you're less than normal?
Gimme a break. I was actually quite pissed because we were sitting in a table of 10. 9 were occupied. So happens I sat at the place where it was accessible for the waiter to serve the dishes. I just don't understand this lady (no..not lady, auntie) didn't have the courtesy/common sense to shift herself into the empyty seat which the waitress obviously couldn't access. I was so pissed, after the second dish, I went MIA, texted my new friend, complained aibt and strolled to Northpoint, in hopes of searching for an ATM.
Turns out Northpoint underwent alot of changes in this 3-4 years since I last visited during all those nightsout with my fellow campmates. The entertainment Centre seemed to be renovated and linked to Northpoint via an underpass. Contructions were on the way to provide more links ans stalls. Omg. There's more variety of stores such as in Xin Wang, Thai Express.. man.. Yishun dwellers are in for a feast.
Jasmine sent an emergency sms to "zhao" me back for the soon-occuring photo shoot. I turned up late and the meal continue. Dinner wasn't good. Partlly pissed so I drank 4 glasses of red wine. Think it was Merlot. Hell, not my favourite Shiraz.
Dishes wasn't fantastic. First dish was ok. Cold platter. Second was Sharks fins. The third onwards involved steamed fish, prawns, abalones, mushrooms which I obviously do not fancy. The personally deemed edible was the shark fins, lotus brown rice and hashima.
Apart from those edible food, I enjoyed greeting all the elders. Something we are pretty proud of because we have advantage of recognising the elders by their faces and deliver them our respect through our initiative greeting. Chinese customs. Else, people might think lowly of your up-bringing when you fail to greet them first. Especially the elders. These folks might feel offended and disrespected.
Too bad, certain family members were absent. Else, my part of the family would be complete. Thing might have been different.
I premiered my Tiffany Ring tonight. Perfect as it is but I couldn't help but feel I ought to get another with prominent blings blings!
