Tea Ceremony

I have officially attended the worst tea ceremony in my entire life.

The house is crammed and the air is so thick with smoke, my eyes water and my lungs cry out begging for mercy.

And the best part is, I do not even know who the hell is getting married. I have never met either of them in my entire life. They are some relative in an elaborately extended family line.

I do not know who is who in the house and what to call them. So I made things simple, smile to younger ones and call all elderlys aunties and uncles.

I really regretted canceling my lunch date for such a horrible morning and I feel so terribly guilty for canceling. It's not like I have a choice anyway.

Not forgetting that I have to wake up terribly early when I only slept at about almost 3 in the morning yesterday night.

My mom and I decided that we've had enough and asked my dad if we can chip out for a bit and get back in time for the dinner at the restaurant.

Thankfully, we got the green light. Because, it's not like any of them like us anyway. And we have a HUGE language barrier. My chinese languages are just utterly horrible and they can't quite speak English. We're not quite needed as well except to make our presence felt and appease all in-laws.

So, at about 2 pm we decided to pop out and my mom just had to choose Sunway Pyramid. Which made me feel even more guilty because I am supposed to be there 2 hours earlier for lunch. But no, I have to cancel only to be there when I said I can't. Well, her excuse was, she had to find the perfect traditional dress to attend my sister's call to the Bar in October. So, there I was, miserably, guiltily walking in the mall; giving comments to everything that my mom tried on.

The sister went to some convention to sell her CVs. And met all of her friends there. She is happy, and my day just gets more miserable. I was hungry and terribly sleepy.

The dinner was not that bad. But it had a terrible finish with a bunch of horrendously JANG people trying to dance to Apologise and Sha La La. Dorky dorks. And those wanna-be drunkards started shouting at the poor karaoke controller for some R&B music. Thank God he had good taste for music.

Well, at least I had my revenge. I wore black for the wedding and I was terribly informal. I matched the top with jeans.

My mom told me that I was terribly rebellious, naughty and cheeky as she was laughing.

My sis just can't stop complaining because I got more stuff at a much younger age.

My dad was the happiest man because for the first time, we were all present for some family gathering.

I am so sorry, Sammie.