me: hey i ask you
other person: mmm?
me: why cant wedding just be like me and guy throw really big party and say we’re now together and here’s the civil papers, let’s partay!
like.. without the whole.. ‘ceremony’ part
other person: dude
at work yesterday
me: i mean, putting aside the fact that my parents will murder me
other person: I googled “malaysian chinese wedding”
it was depressing
I sent this to the boy:
http://www.pulau-pangkor.com/chinese-wedding-photos.html
share the joy, yanno
me: omg wtf is that shit
other person: somebody’s happiest day of their lives
me: oh
ok
other person: you counted her dresses?
me: no
i was too traumatized by the ah beng ness of it all
other person: I remember now why I left home
you think if we post this conversation on your blog, the petaling street people gonna protest our protest?
Btw, by none other than Kenny Sia himself:
Signs The Wedding Dinner You’re Attending Is Shit.
the beer buddies thing is one damn good reason to not marry a malaysian. i think I already said that in my other I-hate-wedding-dinners post, ya no?
or, at the very least, dont marry him in malaysia where his ‘heng dais’ think that getting drunk and embarassing the newlywed is part of the ceremony.
Keep the tea ceremony. Fuck ev’thin else.