Thursday, May 17

Black Laces

i wish the words in my brain write themselves on a piece of paper. i've written a lot of stories while waiting for the light to turn green, while queuing up at hawker stall for a coconut shake that tasted like vanilla clouds. june is approaching and i labeled it as a month full of weddings. i got 3 wedding invitations on the second alone, one each on first and third total up to be five only for the first week of the month. at this age going to the weddings mean you can't escape from the inevitable question, so when is your turn? whenever i attended friends'/family solemnization i will look at their faces and wonder what they're feeling inside. people have very warped conception of marriage. i will still be the same person he fell in love with, not a total new different person. he is still the same person with a smile of an early morning sunshine.it's just a marriage vow not a personality transplant. i would still miss him so much that the urge is overwhelming. the 'i can't wait for work to be over cause we have a dinner date at home' kind of overwhelming. 


my favorite marriage quote, " if i get married, i want to be very married" - audrey hepburn.