My cousin got married last night. It wasn't a glittery affair, but the entire event deprived me the chance to learn about ol' mustachioed one's ways of lebensraum. Bummer, but oh well, weddings are about living space anyway, just how much are hers that is uknown.
My cousin, the bride was 24. Just came back from Aussieland just a while back too. No, crikey she didn't marry some man in Melbourne or become attached to a dude from Adelaide, but rather her one of her childhood friends, whom she has known for 10 and a half years, attending the same tuition class or something. aww. There was this concoction the couple made called 10.5. When the waiter first gave it to me and proclaimed 10.5, my mom thought it was the percentage of alcohol within, and promptly, erm gave it to my dad. I got my second helping soon after anyway.
Before I continue, I blame the exams for allowing my vocabulary and grammar to deteroriate, where it appears that an information overload results in your fingers typing incoherent rubbish on the keyboard in stuttering intervals. In fact I've typed the above sentences four times already, each filled with weird mistakes that won't come to me at any other point of time in the year. !3geg!#%R!qcqaefavg. sizzles.
Hmm. The term childhood sweetheart has a very nice feel to it when you get married eventually. It's as if it affirms your affection for each other for having transcended time, especially since it was developed when you were wee kids. I like the term childhood sweetheart, as it somehow implies that you had someone to confide in, someone to place your raging hormones upon, and someone to day dream about, where the bestest thing is that your dream eventually came true. No wasted adolescence and sleepless nights. Or maybe less than normal, but still.
My mom told me the other night, amongst other nuggets of wisdom, that "Kenneth there is so many cherries for you to pick." I think its meaning lies somewhere between "there are many fishes in the sea" or "there are many trees in the forest", but I like the sound of cherries, they make squishing noises that fills the silence of an empty heart. Empty, not broken. Empty, but gas prices are so high that you'll never know when or how it'll be filled. Dosen't matter the size of the gas tank. It's all the same for car, van or caravan. Empty is empty. Childhood sweetheart? Childhood sweetheart your si lang tao la.
And folks, that's how not to end off any entry about your cousin's wedding. *chides*.
Delivered at 10:48 PM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
FANCIES
Him.K.anglo-chinese.music for the passionate.marvel.gunners.
Orange.debate.
long bus rides armed with an eye and a pod.74.
philosophizing.dystopia.
coffee.Rove.Health.Famary.
Buddies.
writing.1984.
expression.Italian food.
journeys.teh-peng.
stream of consciousness.
witty play on words.musing.
accents.the heartrands.performing.
being a closet connossieur.
a point of view.vigorous
interaction with spherical objects.
irony&pathos.yum.
JS.spirit.a girl that would smile