Friday, February 10, 2012

the fucking wedding

I said tak nak, means tak nak la. What's the problem with adults who don't get simple english or malay. Yang konon-konon wedding planner nye taste out. Bunga kaler biru la, nak buat backdrop kaler pink la.. Hallo! Tak cantik ok. Huduh tahu? Huduh.

I'm confused. Siapa yang kawen ni? Siapa yang bayar duit baju ni? Tuan yang bayar, yang nak pakai, have no say. What the hell? Macam ni sponsor la semua kalau nak final say for everything. Takkkk... I have to pay, tapi i have no say. Like fucking shit.

I DID NOT ask for a big wedding, DID NOT ask for one thousand guests, DID NOT ask for a fancy outfit. But funny, I have to pay. And I'm not even given the options to choose what I like.

The issue is not about what I want, because I don't have this picture in my head of a perfect wedding. In fact, I do not even have a wedding in my head. Then all of a sudden comes this elaborate stupid event that I cannot escape. WHAT.THE.HELL. The issue is about what I DO NOT want. I do not want a big freaking reception that i HATE. One that I will HATE for the rest of my life. The black dot in the history of my life.

I am seriously thinking of going M.I.A after the nikah.

That'll be fun. Escape all the craziness.

Maybe hell is even a better place than the wedding.

This IS hell.

Fuck.