The Not So Very Big Secret
My cousin is getting married. She dropped this almost lethal bomb just minutes ago and delivered the massive and charismatic news to the cataleptic me. I was half flabbergasted, a quarter traumatized and the last bit still trying to persuade myself that this is not the usual Monday afternoon prank call and I am not hearing things. My cousin, just three years older than I am is getting married. And just like that, I snapped.
Of course I am happy for her, just not ecstatically happy to be very honest. Why last Friday? I don’t remember it being some significant or extraordinary day at all. It is just 22nd July and nobody remembers the 22nd of July for god’s sake! Even if you put it in numbers and slashes, 22/07/05 isn’t even remarkably neat looking. Maybe it’s a private affair, like the day they met six years ago, or was it five? Even so, is it politically correct to marry at such a young "adult" age? Then again, how long should we stay single before we are deemed too old to marry? And blurting out the secret only three days later to the girl you grow up with? I mean, I’m not getting it. I seriously don’t.
Though there is something I am definitely getting it, and that is I am seriously freaking out. I just cannot seem to absorb the fact that she’s getting engaged so early. Engaged at twenty-three! And some of her counterparts are still out there flipping through Classifieds circling in thick blue Zebra markers possible full-time jobs too busy calculating their yearly bonuses subtracting life expenses let alone accepting wedding proposals from long time boyfriends and planning guest lists and choosing wedding bands AND delegating your dearest cousin the exquisite role of a bridesmaid.
I am going to be a bridesmaid. I can’t even believe I’m saying that and I still cannot picture myself walking down the aisle behind her long flowing flawless white wedding dress making sure that no one steps on them and she falls and I be blamed for ruining the entire perfect wedding which, will take place some time mid of next year when I will be of course, boring and busy and packed with nothing but dreary assignments and evaluation papers AND still be waiting for my boyfriend to get out of army.
Seriously, am I the only one who sees the bad side out of a good prophecy?
5 Comentarios:
Interesting post...wow that's a shocking bomb haha at erm 23?? LOL, my my my! Time to save Ms Elfy!
Anyway hor, you spelt wrongly that "definately"... supposed to be definitely =)
Take care & miss those stays u sat beside me haha
OH! Opps. I definitely don't get the correct spelling of that word.. muahaha :D. Anyway I changed it already, thanks!
Wait a minute.. were you missing those "days"? or is it really "stays"? :0??
Hehe, word confusion here.
no lah i mean i miss the sec sch times where we will crack our lame jokes..hahaha memories are nice!
u sit beside me one rite hahaha..u and ur finger always go right into my cheeks..thanks to you now got a mini dimple LOL!
Actually, I remember me grabbing your arm & you were always like, "Don't grab me until like that! Like pig!"
Hehe :D. Those weird days.
wahahahahahaha ya i remember now!! yucks..can't believe i say tat..omg i remember how u grab..fancy 5 fingers gripping my toned muscles..how audacious haha..
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