Weddings

The urge of inflicting physical harm on another person was intense when my dad woke me up in the middle of my nap. We had just endured a 5 hours drive from Sibu to Miri in which my head had lumps upon lumps like a cactus after countless of bumping. I tried to plop back to bed but my dad told me if I wanted to shower than I better get my grumpy self up or look like a witch from Snow White as I had to attend yet another wedding banquet.

My mom's ex-colleague's son was getting married (do I get points for remembering that?) and my dad adamantly refused to go so I being the loving son that I was agreed to go with her albeit begrudgingly (my loving nature has its limits and after that 'fun' 6 hours drive, my limits was reached beyond comprehension).

I showered and dressed up nicely and snapped at my innocent dad who chuckled at my attempt on guilt tripping him. He was impervious to my snarky attitude and I would be too if it meant I didn't had to go to that wedding. I mean I didn't even know the person and my head ached. I was just going to sit there and drink up my years worth of Chinese tea while eyeing the prawn that my mom would never let me have and listening to the adults talking about things I don't understand or care really.

After guilt tripping my dad for the last time, my mom and I departed to the wedding early just so that we can find a reasonably close parking space. Great, for that parking space I have to endure an additional half and hour of eating peanuts and thinking of sneaky ways to eat the peanuts when my mom told me I had enough.

My mom met her friends when we were escorted into the venue and long story short, only our tables weren't set up yet so we had to find someone to relay that information and waited patiently (well at least she did, I was fuming inside, at least have the decency to let me suffer sitting down, come on, where is your common courtesy).

Surprise, surprise, the seat of an ex-colleague was the farthest away from the stage and if someone took a picture of it it might as well has this caption 'You should be lucky that we are even inviting you, so sit down and enjoy the food while you criticize the wedding like we know you would. P.S. Screw you. Okay, I wasn't in the most pleasant of mood when I thought about that but it was true. We sat just next to both of the speakers and basically when the "singers" sing their heart outs, our hearts consequently goes out as well.

Thank goodness for mobile phones because it kept me occupied and my countenance more nonchalant than bemused. My mom didn't mind because if she knew I could throw a hissy fit like no other (hey I learned it from the master herself). The food was okay and I couldn't really complain because everyone did that job already so I just sat there and looked pretty like the wedding cake on stage that wasn't going to get eaten.

I actually thought about some deep stuff while I was there, trying to not wince at the music blaring from the two speakers hanging over at the corner and vowing to ban karaoke in my wedding but I'll write that another time.

When there were only 2-3 dishes left, I cuddled up to my mom and asked her whether we could leave now using the sweetest voice I could muster up while my tummy was fighting with all the chinese tea that I drank. She obliged and we went home. I couldn't have been happier and the night ended with me tucked in bed and thankfully that next time, dad will be going instead of me as we reached an agreement. If not, then there will be a show, not a pretty one at that.