What I Learnt At The Wedding, or Some Hearts

I went to this wedding on New Year's day with my mother. It was my mother's worker's wedding, and it was a Chinese-Kadazandusun marriage. So together with the normal Chinese traditions applicable for the Groom's side (i.e. The 'auspicious wedding' character or something like that on the main board), there was a lot of Kadazandusun stuff as well (like the gong players).

I learnt a number of things at this wedding, something I hope will aid me when my own time comes.

1. Don't drink the wine unless you see the bottle.

The wine is cheap and bad. It has to be cheap, unless you want to buy enough South Australian Whitefor at least three hundred guests. Don't drink the wine, it'll make you puke. Duh, they buy it in the 5L amounts.

2. No matter what, don't let anyone sing Chinese karaoke, especially screechy kids.

IT WAS SO BAD. Not the songs (Okay. The songs sucked too), but the PA wasn't done properly, and the three little girls sang really irritatingly and sharp. I mean, it's a wedding dinner. You want Chinese karaoke, sing during CNY or something. I want love songs to be sang at my wedding, you know? And only by people who can sing.

3. Eat as much as you can if you're the guest. Hey, it's paid.

And if you don't go for the dinner, at least have the courtesy to let the Bride and/or groom know. They're PAYING for you to go there and EAT. If you don't go, they're just burning paper. Anyway, eat as much as you can, especially the shark fin soup.

4. NEVER EVER EVER get drunk (especially if you're related) (Even worse, if you're the groom)

I'm lucky I'm training from young. Before the wedding, my mum told me that the groom couldn't hold his drink. It was so bad to the extent that the groom and some of his friends took of their shirts and waved them around stripper style on stage. Yep. And at supper, some of the groom's buddies were having drinking competitions, and not like beer (Oh no, they drank all of that already), but serving bowls of sweet sago.

5. Plan your events well.

Make sure all the proceedings follow the scheduled timeline. I was warned beforehand that the wedding dinner would start superbly late, as all wedding dinner's do. They were right. We arrived late but we were still early, if you get what I mean.

6.Place people at tables where they have people to talk to.

My mum and I were placed at a table where there was no one at all that we knew. Awkward much? Very.

7. Try not to invite children to your wedding, especially those who run around.

I hate these children. Especially if they run on then stage. That's just bloody rude, and it's bloody rude of their parents not to do anything about it.

That's about it lah. I don't know how biased this post is, because this wedding dinner is one of the first wedding dinners I have ever been to, no joke whatsoever, and it being a multi-racial deal makes it even the more interesting. There's always going to be slideshows of the couple growing up, slideshows of them together, a whole load of toasts, horrible singing, and the whole event going completely of time.

The only thing I'm worried for about my wedding, though? That my mother will take over the whole deal and terrorize my wife and in-laws. Ah well. That's Madam Chiu for you.

Never Ever Ever, or The Final Countdown

Things I have learned on a New Year's Eve/Day:

Never ever ever have no money to buy drinks

Never ever ever leave home without bringing your headphones

Never ever ever drink two glasses of red wine before you start your dinner, especially if you had a light lunch

Never ever ever have three glasses of red, only to have three more glasses of white later

Never ever ever have a combined six glasses of wine, knowing you're going to have more to drink later

Never ever ever drink to the point that you can't walk a straight line (except when you're at home, that way you can just fall asleep on the couch)

Never ever ever go out on a New Year's eve without coming up with a good, foolproof plan

Never ever ever have a Bacardi coke after your stupid six glasses of wine

Never ever EVER have two bottles of Heineken after your Bacardi coke

Never ever ever get drunk enough to almost get run over by a car

Never ever ever sing after your drunk, especially if you sing off key

Never ever ever give someone you iPhone, especially if you have no collateral in return

Never ever ever forget to have a cup o' Jo after your stupid drinking spree, it helps

Never ever ever forget to call your or at least text your loved ones during New Year's day

Never ever ever not enjoy the little simple things, even though they may seem foolish and retarded

Never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever keep a wish list for the New Year, because ultimately, unless it's ridiculously simple, you'll be let down eventually

Never ever ever leave without getting a hug

U better read this in 2010, Nigel Chee.

Chip-WHUT?, or Shake It

Today I woke up with a sense of no-idea-ness.

But instead I went out with Nick they all go watch movie. The Chipmunk movie was just WHUT. I don't need to say anything, cos, well, it goes without saying, i.e. , "CHIPETTES CHIPETTES".

Then at night, went to church. Didn't really feel like going at first, but by helping out with ushering and cd sales I made myself busy, and I did enjoy it in the end.

Then the next day (which is in fact tomorrow's today) I woke up like a blur fag again, but this time I had the sense to go straight back to sleep, and I had a good two hour slumber.

After that I went out to play L4D2 for what might jolly well be the last time this year. Bren kept shooting us from behind.

Then had dinner at Joshua Ronald's. Ate too much, drank too much, fell asleep, and fell in love with Isabelle Fuhrman ❤

OH ❤

She's like 12 this year man. Wtf. Works for me, though. ❤

What are we doing, though? I'm a coward, like usual.

ARGH STGWRTGR, or Untitled

My mum is unreasonable. I hate it the most not because I'm angry at her, but because that's where I get all mine from.

Leftover Memories, or Three Cheers For Five Years

I wanted to blog about this yesterday, but I FELL ASLEEP. Like, wow, that has never happened to me for a LONG TIME, since I need to coax myself to sleep for the past few, I don't know, months.

I started my Awal Muharam by waking up *again* to the sound of people knocking on our walls and singing and painting and doing God knows what to my walls. Everyday I wake up at 8 when the people come to paint, but go back to sleep and wake back up at 10.

That's the temporary bed for the moment... Yes, and when I wake up the workers see me sleeping on that sofa.

That's Kim's room.... See where the cupboards used to be? They're not there anymore.

What used to be my dining room became something where we can't eat anymore. It's too damn messy.

One wall of my room has been painted. With some pattern thingy.

So I woke up and there were these half-naked and fully clothed men carrying buckets of paint around and painting our walls, and then I went up for breakfast (Foh Sang noodles, my favourite).

So far so good right? Then my dad called and told us he wanted to take us out for shopping at 1B. So me n Kim were like, "YEAH DUH" and so we went with ma daddy to his house to pick up my adorable brother and my stepmother (and Evan's maid) and we were off to 1B!

My brother loves the Camera, and the Camera loves him. I mean, he knows how and when to pose for a picture, but at the age of two-and-a-half, he still can't eat solid food.

When did you get ur first pair of good shades?

Mum:19

Me:15

Evan:2 (He didn't say it himself, of course)

Cutes~

Hehe.

Well anyway, walked around with dad, had to go look for a checkered kind of shirt for the Kidzone Christmas thing. Was superbly hard, and almost gave up, but finally found one in Padini at70% off! Woopee! Apart from that, bought another shirt (that actually looks kinda gay) and my very own shampoo and conditioner! More on that later.

Anyway, saw so many people at 1B, it wouldn't be worth mentioning also, but I saw the teddies that we did on sale. And, to none of my surprise, the white bears were all gone. *sigh.

After that, went to City Mall last minute to cyber awhile. Lost to Melvyn in Dota, so I'm not supposed to Dota for like 3 months. That's okay, cos I don't Dota unless it's with friends, cos it's superbly boring playing alone and with people you don't know anyway.

When I got home, I used shampoo AND conditioner properly for the first time. And I couldn't get over how smooth and fluffy my hair could be. I hated my hair for being so unruly and irritating. It actually goes "woosh" now! All mum said was "You discovered conditioner at 17." I could only retort "I'm 16!" I know. Pathetic.

After that, mum took me to a Thai massage. Erm, I can only say

OWWWWWWWW

But it was interesting lah XD my back went "KERRRRRRRACCKKKKK".

And after that, mum took me out for supper.

I slept at 1am. A record. I havn't slept that early in ages.

You were right, Crab.

Not Trying To Not Try Anymore, or I Hate Love

I think I know how you feel now, Wendy.

You may not know it, but I'm kind of a sensitive guy. I don't like big confrontations, and when they happens, I shrink back into a small shell which doesn't exist. I'm also stubborn, selfish, arrogant, I always want things done my way, I make people feel bad when I don't get it done my way, and I have the ability to make people feel guilty about what I did, which doesn't make sense, but yeah.

But I think the hardest and worse possible trait of mine is that I just can't say

SORRY

It's a pride thing for me, must be my upbringing. I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying. Honestly I am.

I can say I can get most of this from my mum. I don't think I've heard her say sorry to me for a while now.Sorry mum :P

And although life is of course, uncertain, and fraught with clouded things that we STILL don't know, I'm going out on a limb here and just following my heart this time. No more logical explanations. No more rationalised thoughts. Too much thinking burns the brain, and staying up till 4 in the morning (and the tears are pouring) is taking its toll on me. So I'm going to stick with what I said so very long ago, which I meant then and still do now, and

all I want for Christmas is to go back to the first day I met you. So I could watch you grow up and train myself to try and resist, but I think we both know that's impossible for me.

Love bites, don't it? Better to have love and lost then to have never have loved at all? God, it hurts, but yeah. I wouldn't give up what we had for anything but a time machine.

I wish the earth would make it's stupid rounds around the sun already. I can't stand keeping myself boxed up any longer.

Stop saying sorry. I've been hurt worse.

But can't you see how unhappy I am?

Whatever Floats Your Boat, or Through The Fire And The Flames

LA! Look at the sun! Outrageously hot! I'm gonna burn later!

What a beautiful looking day! My goodness. Nick slept over at my house, and we both slept in the living room because the airconditioning in my sad excuse for a room was coughing loudly, and because there's only one single bed in that room. He slept on the floor and I slept on the couch. And that was like, what, 5 hours ago? Haha.

Anyway, today's going to be a long day, but we'll see. Hee!

I was probably still awake