Better late than never

The thing about wedding which I really can't stand would be the competition amongst the guest to be the last to come. Invitation says 7.00 sharp means you leave the house at 8.00. I have to agree with Cookie's fierce lawyer sister that Malaysian takes time and others for granted. Whenever you are late, it says that you think your time is more important than those who are waiting for you. Having been organsing a few outings now and then, I always find that I am the earliest to arrive. Ok, I admit the fact that it is always within the viccinity of my office does help but I should be credited for leaving early even though it's so closeby.

Oh I did throw tantrums now and then but just to avoid being the 'bad' and 'drama', I just have to brush it aside. But really, it's a bad habit and shouldn't be allowed under any circumstance other than emergency. And emergency does not include wardrobe crisis or can't find matching lipstick.

Time issue aside, things like karaoke should also be banned from any wedding banquet. If I were to have it my way, any wedding will turn out unlike all the wedding we are accustomed to. The guest list will be shorter and more intimate. I find that inviting people who doesn't really want to be there defeats the purpose to begin it - the type that leave before dessert is served. Of course those are just a few things off my list but as for now, it remains an unspoken dream.

But all said and done, it's not too bad because let's face it. I don't get invited to many wedding (thank god) and all my friends are not the marrying kind. So a punishment like that in every blue moon is tolerable. Apparently the rate of ang pow has gone up to RM100 in KL. Good God! the state of finance that I am in now, I can't spare even RM10. One interesting thing that I found during the dinner was a much younger cousin has really grown up and according to family gossip, she came out to the parents as a dyke. Kids these days are much braver and starts so much earlier which come to think again makes me wondered if it's a good or bad thing. Well, good luck to her.

I for one couldn't stand the drama of coming out. Not like I don't have enough already. I just need to concentrate on my work and really pull it through. The 26 age thing is really really sinking in. No, no one asked me when's my turn but I do feel old nevertheless. On one hand, it's still a very young but on another, it's the age whereby alot of things has been settled but yet I felt like nothing has improved much since college days, other than we dine in more expensive places now. My only claim to fame at this age is my credit debt and nothing else. Maybe the ever expanding waistline. And the cigarette gotta go. I had a preview of what it would be if I were to have lung cancer. The cough would be 10x worst and I will be slowly coughing my lungs away...small pieces will come out from my mouth with blood. I can't even sleep for a few nights because of a minor flu and imagine how bad it would be with cancer.

Sometimes, starting late is better than never. Goodbye crossing the road like a crack queen with cigarette stub on my mouth. Goodbye looking ubber chic - one hand with martini and the other with a stick. Goodbye cigarette room and all the social and gossip fun stuff. Goodbye to being a social pariah...oh goodbye life.....