Another Point-of-View

The school holidays are yet again upon us. To all the parents of school children across Malaysia (who will and have already taken this opportunity to take that long overdue vacation), I wish you all a good trip. Please remember to be safe on the road - I cannot further stress how important this is. You can be an idiot at the office but please never ever on the road.

School holidays does have this bad habit of making my mailbox, both snail mail and email, attractive to wedding invitations. Over the past couple of months leading en route to the school holidays, I'd received a total of eight wedding invites that I am required to be present at. The problem is, I've this stupid rule of not attending office mates' wedding (more on this later). However, when it comes to family, it would take an act of God for me not to come – the simple reason being for me not wanting to submit myself to my mothers' wrath and also the blood that comes with it. For me, families @ relatives are different. I don't get to see them on a daily basis but office mates', its bad enough I have to endure them on a daily basis – why do I have to submit myself (voluntarily) in their presence as well during my off days? I know many would disagree with me on this and honestly, I know that this is a brainless cum sad excuse. I'm funny like this but I guess that's what makes us different from each other. It does not mean at all that if I don't attend your wedding, I won't be helping you out in your times of need. I'm a nice person but I just don't enjoy weddings – that all. Yes, I know I'm an arse and I admit it. But I'll still be there for you during your darkest hour, you can count on that.

I was asked by my mother to attend one last weekend. It was not even family but as faith would have it and without even putting up much of a fight, I found myself knee deep in one. My mother is the last person on earth that I want an argument with. Hence as a good son, I bit my tongue and just waddle along for the ride. The smile of satisfaction on my missus explains it all. Seeing me being subjected to something I would only do once in a blue moon really gives her the sensation of pure joy, I guess. All along the drive to the wedding reception, there were smiles on both my missus and my mother's face. Sensing that I might be bored to death whilst waiting for these two beautiful women of my life to finish meeting up with people and chatting with the mother-of-the-bride, I took along my camera. The original idea was to capture the joy of a traditional Malay wedding but I ended up snapping away negatively. Instead of doing what I intended to do, I defunct and went completely the opposite. No sir, there will be no pictures of the bride and groom here. Only pictures of what I felt was telling the whole story with a pinch of subtlety.