Excuse My Rambling

I used to love studying. I don’t have such drive now. I love Language Description, Language Development and Social Studies. I’d be paying my full attention to Mdm Chiang, Mr. Hussein and Mdm Ong and I’d be all excited to do exercises for LD. Now, every subject is a blur. The words coming out from Cik Siti, Dr. Raini, Mr. Bala, Mdm Ong, and Miss Yeoh are series of unregistered sounds. I’d be looking at them but nothing really happens in my brain. Maybe this is a sign of quitting. 

I can say that I don’t really care but deep down I do care. The reason I don’t quit this six damn years of (non-stop) studying is because of my mum. I study because of her. I love to see her expression when I told her my results. She’d be kissing me and they’re warm on my cheeks. She said comforting words and I know it is worth every seconds of studying agony. However, no matter how hard I try nowadays, I seem to be quitting, flying out into space and just drifting into nothingness.

So, during one of the classes I planned out (not thoroughly) the things I want for my wedding if ever I get married. 

I have always wanted “Stay Together for The Kids” song by Blink 182, no particular reasons for the choosing of the song but I fell in love with it when I listen to it when I was young. I don’t want any “Selamat Pengantin Baru” song. They remind me of the hassle and the warm weather in weddings.

I want to have a black and white theme wedding. No colours. Not silver. Just plain black and white. That would be cool. 

I want a 3D Travis Barker playing drum-cake. I’ve always said to my friends that I want a Britney Spears cake for my birthday. Just a cake with a picture of Britney Spears would be freakin cool enough. For my wedding, I want a 3D cake of Travis Barker playing his drum. It would feel real and I’d be the happiest person in the world. Hehe..

I was thinking of wearing a black wedding dress but I change my decision. It would be so cool if I wear a tux. Man, that would be a dream come true.

I think that is all for now. I don’t really care what my groom would be wearing. He’d be all sexy wearing anything and he’d be mine. :D

p.s: When I was young, going to this one wedding, the bride (a Malay) changes clothes to a saree. My sister quietly whisper to me:

“Kalau adik pkai bju tu msti nampak lagi real”