Not mine, but my cousin's. You know how you start to feel like a million years old when the people you are close to start to get married? Exactly how I feel.
So anyway, in tandem with most Chinese wedding ceremonies, we had a multi-course dinner... the kind where people try to stuff themselves to the brim to try to make their angpao money worth, you know? I was one of them.
However.
Merely two hours after I reached home, for some God-forsaken, inexplicable reason, I am STARVING AGAIN.
This happens every night. Not the wedding of course, but the irritating peckishness that never cease to go away the moment it begins...
(I dare not step on the weighing scale anymore, for fear of suicidal tendencies.)
I hope I'm not pregnant. Because if I am, I will have to take on the role of the next Mother Mary and I don't know how to feel about spearheading a new religion. And of course, go through the terrifying process that is childbirth.
It's cool that people start to develop motherly instincts to have a baby when they grow old... because why in the world would you ever want that to happen? Have someone cut at your vajayjay to allow a little bugger to push through while you go through the worst pain a living person would ever have to?
Clearly I'm not at that stage yet.
So please, God... I hope I'm only going through PMS.
Anyway, some photos.
Finally had my bf to myself for a bit :>
(Not related, but: My sister was amazed at how straight my bangs are... woohoo.)
I was dressed super crappy, by virtue... The reason why my boyfriend calls me a Hobo all the time.
It's also funny how my cousin (guy, far right) kinda resembles my dad in the photograph. He's from my mother's side, though.
No crappy reflections about why I think weddings are so *beautiful* and *sacred* because I can't come up with any. Sociology has made me a cold hard bitch... although I must say that my cousin was Really stunning today :D
Alrighty, out.
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