It's the night before the big Ipoh dinner.
Considering I'm driving there I should really be asleep now. But i'm feeling worked up.
Most of the day's conversations were spent bitching about some relative or other, which leads me to conclude that blood is more fickle than water.
Is my brother consigned to being some other family's bitch? Are my parents forever going to complain about how they've lost a son, not gained a daughter?
Behind the happy bride and groom sits the newly-forged ties of in-lawdom.
Ha! There was a time when I believed that Love was just boy meets girl, they like each other and everything else is fine and dandy.
How cynical I've become since then!
Noone tells you that woven into those professions of undying adoration, that underlying the scent of perfumed roses and laced into the gowns of adulation are the invisible threads of family and upbringing and image and power. Like the Marxist I am - always power.
This is probably the disgruntled tirade of 2 am. Irate, tired and over-familied as i tend to be.
Here's wishing me continued sanity over the weekend and a great time faking smiles and manners.
Congratulations to us all.
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Heh.. Like the saying goes: "You're not just marrying someone, you're marrying their whole family as well." Along with all their neuroses and irksome quirks and traditions. Especially for asian families, since we're usually more closely knit (or at least we have to put up with each other more often). Good luck with the dinner and stuff, haha. Try not to kill anyone (quite tempting if you're at the wheel too).:-/
haha.. still alive!
but since i wrote that rant there has been a lot more uncovered familial bitchiness.
can't believe grown adults can be so petty! but hey... i've got the same genes too. (-_-")
*cross fingers*
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