Wedding Cynicism

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Looks like the weekend is almost over again, certainly not a very interesting week before. Ever since Dad got his new Creative Neeon, he has been begging me to transfer tracks for him from his album collection into the tiny device, wholly optimizing it's five gigabytes of storage space. I am always amazed with people who load up to ten gigabytes of mp3s in their iPods and listen to them all at the same time. Are they on random shuffle mode? Or, have they mastered the incredulous art that enabled them to listen to many songs simultaneously? In my own player, I only have about four albums (and I haven’t even cleared the last one because I couldn’t get enough of the third one :P).

Just to update about the upcoming wedding event in my family, my I-am-getting-married cousin and I have not been in touch since the last time we talked over the phone (ever since I called her a “young lady with an old mindset” that is), near a month ago. I think she has this delusion that I am green that she’s getting hitched while I am still a loitering agent. Fantastic isn’t it? I wonder if I am in her agenda, if she still plans to bestow me the bridesmaid duty, (though honestly speaking) I am not really into that role in the first place anyway (I always thought bridesmaids looked ridiculous following behind the bride and groom, almost redundant). As if the blissful couple needs assistance to get up stage and make a toast in front of all their excited witnesses. Oh and the music they play at a wedding procession always reminds me of soldiers going into battle.

Our crazy younger cousin so wants to be her flower girl. Now will someone tell me what the hell is a flower girl (:P)? Are they the ones who will be throwing the bouquet of roses at the end of the ceremony back facing a bunch of love horns who would step on your feets to catch it, who can’t wait to get married (or be deluded that they are next in line to the wedding bells) and isn’t embarrassed to share their desperation with the rest of the world? So is there a “weed” guy? The one who opens the car door so that the groom can get out of his chauffeured sedan or be stuck in it forever (how interesting is that :p)? Oh wait, they call him "Best Man", don't they?

Whatever it is, I guess we can excuse all the silly formalities or daft traditional practices. After all, the human kind is known to spawn all sorts and forms of hoo-ha since the day they took over the world. Besides I am sure if I decide against becoming whatever I am supposed to be, my grandmother or very concerned (and alarmed) relatives will send me straight to see their shrinks, reason, for being disruptive and disorderly (because I am the second granddaughter in line so that makes me bridesmaid automatically).

I hate talking about weddings. Especially since I’m not the one getting married or have intention for that matter.