I went to a wedding today with my friend. It's a friend of my father's wedding. it was the usual lavished party that average wealthy indonesian created to celebrate their happiness. It was normal, it was usual, as such it was dull. The wedding was too repetitious and each time i go to a new one, it was always the expectation that there;d be a new sight; a different decoration, an assortment of undistinguished food; or maybe a bunch of closer and immediately recognizable guests. In any case, weddings been too repetitious, and no longer emanates the celebratory flavor of a couple's union.
Tonight's wedding is all about food. It's my all-you-can-eat-without-feeling-guilty night. It's a free pass to be a fat man for one night. Haha, i hope they make a condom one day protecting those food from squeezing their poison. Well, its easier to just lock our pie hole than be hassled with the trouble of inventing a new instrument.
Alright, the girls! Yes, it got me thinking, why do these girls keep making themselves look like a band of chinese opera dancers. But really, when you go to a wedding, you expect to see women to be elegantly dressed, but casually behaved. Not so much as if its a elite debutante resplendent with an elaborate costumes. It's crazy. I saw a woman in the wedding, a real knock out. Would have punch me down if i had stared at her for more than 5 seconds. Yes, the knock out is the tall, slender, and with light lace of make up. I like her face, so firm yet indulging. Mature and deceiving. I dont know, i always have a weakness with women of this appearance. They are alluring to all men, but they are not to be kept, but recycled. You brought them home, lock them in your room, and thrashed her in few hours. Yes, i sound like a misogynist. But funny where i got this thought, it was always about why a deceptive women, masked by their mesmerizing look, always have a way to kill a man's heart without shedding a drop of blood, or a pint of conscience?
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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