And I was glad to be invited to celebrate it with the couple. Even if he didn't invite me, I would have just turned up anyway. Muahahah!!!
Love the heart tag on the invitation card.
Us, after the ceremony was over.
Chaperoning the bride and groom to the reception.
"The last time I'm feeding him," the loving mommy said.
Finally, we got to take a well-deserved picture with the bride and groom. So smart right the fella? So tall, so dashing. But the bride said, "He's taken." Okaayy...
When they both said, "I do" and they kissed, it was so sweet. So sweet that I think I might've teared a lil bit. Like Erica said, it was like, finally we married our brother off. Such a touching moment. Especially touching when the bride teared after signing the papers.
When she walked down the aisle... it was just like in the movies... *wipes tears*.
Ok, enough enough! Too much exposé of my sensitive side. Oh yes, the food was good too! If only I could tapao the pepper beef and briyani, and the teh tarik, I would have.
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Anyways...
On Friday, I was super pissed. So pissed off that I almost cried there and then. He really deserves an Oscar for his superb acting skills that he put on every now and then. And while we're at it, let's just throw in a standing ovation for him too!
I wanted to give a tight slap across his face for being so fake. SO FAKE. If you don't wanna do it, just say it straight that you don't wanna do it. And instead of being cooperative, you dilly-dallied doing other things first which is not the priority and act as tho' you're having a bloody headache trying to solve the stupid, minor discrepancy. And the damn discrepancy is not even the main issue here!
But no. You chose to do that just so you don't have to type out all the crap. That one piece of paper that you held can last you the entire hour?! Wah. You really know how to utilize your time man.
It's the way you fake it that I cannot stand. So downright fake that it's utterly disgusting. As a senior, you're really full of crap. And I don't think you deserve that respect from me. I, certainly, don't feel like I deserve that kind of treatment from you. Taking us for granted and making use of us, and making us look like complete fools. I've said this many, many times. It doesn't pay to be nice. Others may not see it but I know very well, how sickening you are.
So since you chose to do that, I don't see why I shouldn't give you a piece of my mind. And that is what I did. And I hate it that when you're feeling guilty, you try your very best to talk to me when you know very well that I don't appreciate that and I will snap. And snap, I did.
Don't think that I'll just keep quiet ok. I'll show you I'm pissed off and I'll make sure you know it.
I told you already... when I'm nice, I'm nice. But if you step on my tail, I can be damn nasty. It will be to your liking, I can guarantee you that.
