Down the aisle.

Sometimes I wonder, what kind of life am I leading? Is it even a worthy life anyone should own?


I know I promised myself to update about yesterday, but procrastination left me the urge to do otherwise. All I can do now is to cross my fingers that these memories will remain in my heart for as long as they should. However, knowing the capacity of my memory far too well, these memories would probably slip out of my mind soon. I can only hope for the best.

Soulmate and I met up at 1400, and we headed to the restaurant straight, dead on time for the brief birthday celebration intended for Minthu. Nadz did the honour of leading the rap, and we could see those grateful expressions in Minthu's eyes. I am sure this little celebration moved his heart.

Soon after, we left for Downtown to grab a late lunch at Fish & Co. Express. Conversations between ourselves can never fail to be instilled with great laughter. That is one way of staying healthy.

When I got home at 1800, I already knew I had to rush, and even so, I was undeniably late. Not very late as to setting their butts on fire, but tardy enough to keep everyone waiting. In the end, my family amongst the other three, arrived first.

It was an invitation to a wedding dinner held at Swissotel. How can I possibly cook up an excuse to not turn up? I didn't really feel out of place despite having clusters of old folks and people in their forties fifties. The elders even tried to match make a guy Nelson (I reckon) with my cousins. Generation gap. What era are we living in now? Is 'match make' even in our dictionaries? Thankfully, I am too young to be involved.

My cousin, coincidentally by the name of Lynn, and I were looking out for handsome guys whilst making our way to the red table. Surprisingly, we managed to spot two hotties in the pool of uncles and aunties at table 28. The downside was that we were seated twenty-six tables away from them. Given the supposedly close relationship with the groom, my granny was invited to sit at the red table.

I was absolutely clueless who the bride and groom were till I actually saw the montage of the couple's wedding shots. The ambiance was more enchanting than what I had pictured, but the menu was no surprise as it was mainly catered for the elderly.

Lynn and I kept excusing ourselves to the restrooms so as to catch a better glimpse of those two guys. I assumed they are brothers as they resemble one another. We thought of approaching them as a friendly gesture, but hesitated as they were total strangers to all of us. What a shame. As for my auntie, she literally went over to a couple of neighbouring tables to socialise. We probably should have taken a leaf out of her book.

As we were making our way out of the hotel, my daddy warned Lynn and I to step away from the side of the escalators while descending, or ascending. He mentioned that a guy tried to peer underneath my dress through the reflection by the side of the escalator earlier on. My dad glared at him sternly and that guy pretended to look away swiftly. He reckoned that this pervert attended the dinner as well. Such a jerk. What's there to peek at anyway?