Read this in the paper's yesterday. (Was an interview with some guy...don't think he's very worth mentioning but I like this line.)
The right person at the wrong time and wrong place is the wrong person.
How true.
Speaking of THE right person, I was at an event last night which celebrated two people who have found the right person for themselves. Simply put--a wedding.
Actually Chinese wedding dinners are hugely boring affairs. Let's just say they aren't my favourite events. Sometimes, there are one or two weddings which are very memorable because of some element. Maybe because the place was done up nicely, or the couple prepared something really different, or the friends and family came up with something to mark the event etc.
But last night's one was very no-frills. I guess it's just too tiring to have to think about so many things. Organising a wedding is like putting up a big show. If I were to get married in future, I think I might choose to elope. Hee. That's the easiest and most fuss-free option. Just have some close family and friends around without all the fanfare of having to go round 40-60 tables taking photographs sometimes with people whom you don't even know!
Sitting at the same table as me, were my friends from junior college (the bride's our classmate). And everyone got updated on who's getting married, who's gotten married, who has babies etc. Then talk veered to as usual, flats and property. Oh goodness, I feel so out of the loop. I guess it's because I'm not at the stage in my life yet. I might not even reach that point! Everyone's settling down! I'm beginning to feel out of place! Ah well. Que Sera Sera.
Anyway, other happenings--I nearly knocked someone down yesterday while driving to the wedding dinner. No fault of mine! The light had turned green for the cars to go, and this Chinese man in his 30s saunters/strolls across the road and he was right in the middle of the lane I was on! What an idiot! Thank goodness I was still only starting to accelerate and I didn't have to step hard on the brakes. Otherwise the car at the back might have bumped into me and I would also have knocked the guy down. And I was still so nice--I didn't horn at him! I should have done so.
So it's the start of another week. The sky looked nice and blue on my way to work. Let's hope this means this is going to be a good day and a good week ahead!
Posted by DSD at September 20, 2004 10:06 AM | TrackBack