Okay before you guys freak out and start accusing me for not sending an invitation, or before you go running to your email inbox checking to see if I had sent an e-invitation instead and before you start thinking which sis of mine got married..or rather, which one is even old enough to marry, this is a post that made me feel dumb -_____________-
So one fine evening while i was lounging on the couch watching this malay drama which i've been hooked on to lately- Soffiya, TV3 (err sorry for the random ad) Ariscca decides to stage a stand-up comedy (joke was on me)
Ris: My piano teacher gave me present for getting married!
Me: (somewhat distracted) Mmmm...Oh i see..nice..What she gave?
Ris: This!! (flashing an Angry Bird ruler)
Me: (silently wondering how Angry Bird got THIS famous) Ruler? Why did she give a ruler for getting married?
Ris: Dunno..everyone got :D
Me: Oh...so...she married to a what? Chinese?
Ris: Huh? She got married long time ago lah..her daughter 6 years old
Me: Then? you said your teacher got married?
Ris: Not my teacher laaaaaaaaa! I got married!
Me: (Irritated) Haiya, whatever lah...not funny
Ris: (confused) REALLY lah! I GOT MARRIED! DONT BELIEVE, ASK MUMMY! SHE KNOWS!
Me: yeah yeah whatever..
Ris: (calling out to mummy) Mmy, I got MERIT for my Piano exams right?!
Me: huh? what? OH, MERIT?! Errr ohhh okay okay *slaps head (silently curses Kim Kardashian's wedding advertisement for implanting the 'marriage' craze in me)
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Addicted
I'm addicted to the pain you cause
Though I swore
I'll never walk through faulty doors
But to escape the world, I'll endure
The familiar steps down the gallows
The roses shower down
It's scent sweet as the promises endowed
Hatred blurred, hands reaching out
Thorns poked, yet fingers firmly grasped around
Bruised, bleeding and defeated
I stumble out the faulty door, cheated
Roses- I should have buried, and doors- bolted
But no, blinded I was, I treasured
Every memory, every picture we painted
Doesn't matter if they have faded
'Cause to the pain I'm addicted
Though I swore
I'll never walk through faulty doors
But to escape the world, I'll endure
The familiar steps down the gallows
The roses shower down
It's scent sweet as the promises endowed
Hatred blurred, hands reaching out
Thorns poked, yet fingers firmly grasped around
Bruised, bleeding and defeated
I stumble out the faulty door, cheated
Roses- I should have buried, and doors- bolted
But no, blinded I was, I treasured
Every memory, every picture we painted
Doesn't matter if they have faded
'Cause to the pain I'm addicted
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