Outcome of cousin’s wedding
My cousin Paul’s wedding celebration at Alkaff Mansion yesterday night was pretty eventful, and enjoyable as well. There were many incidents which made me laugh, and a particular incident irritated me as well. After Paul and Shwu Yun cut the wedding cake, one of Shwu Yun’s cousins (whom we were not related to) had prepared a special song for Paul and Shwu Yun’s wedding, which I found was pretty thoughtful.
Initially, Jeremiah, Matthias, David and I stood by, waiting expectantly for her to begin singing, but as soon as she opened her mouth, our pleasant smiles turned into looks of complete anguish. David, my 11 year old cousin even went as far as to clamp his hands around his ears even though he was right in the view of the singer.
Why? Here are our responses:
“Wah! Her singing sounds like a crow squawking sia!” — Jeremiah
“Good Grief! My grandmother can sing better than that!” — Me
“I have a good mind to make her pay for my new pair of glasses” — Matthias
Even Uncle Johnny looked pained. There was no other way to describe the expression on his face. Even Aunty Olive and my mother were trying their best not to burst out laughing. Jeremiah and Matthias then started to carry things a little further by walking around and pretending to squawk like crows. Just then, Uncle Johnny poked me in the side and gestured towards the video camera man who was standing right in front of us. I fell silent aruptly and gestured to the rest of my cousins to cut out the din. After they realised what was going on, Matthias turned pale and Jeremiah panicked slightly. Oh no! All our rude comments have been recorded on film!
Later on, Dawn allocated us our tables for the Wedding Dinner and Jeremiah and I were allocated a seat together with a few of my older cousins as well as a handful of cousins from Shwu Yun’s family. Initially, Jeremiah and I were thrilled to be in mature company, but we soon found out otherwise. We just felt so completely left out!. I overheard some of Shwu Yun’s cousin’s passing comments about Jeremiah’s attire and they completely ignored us. Furthermore, their way of speech was so profound that it made us feel so uneasy. Perfect British English along with a British accent! How did Jeremiah and I feel with our usual Singlish way of speech? Since there was a generation gap between the others and Jeremiah and I, they just gibbered on as a clique about the stock market exchange and yadda yadda.
Finally, we decided that we couldn’t take it and requested for a change of seats immediately.
We ended up sitting with our usual Tan Family inclusive of Uncle Johnny with the rest of the familiar faces and things made a turn for the better. I felt more at ease, jokes were passed and there was much laughter. We also managed to finalise our vacation plans for the end of the year and according to Uncle Johnny, our family vacation(s) for the end of the year would be as follows…
03-06 Dec — Genting Highlands
06-07 Dec — Cameron Highlands
21-25 Dec — Cambodia Vacation
This obviously gives me something to look forward to as I prepare for my A level Chinese Exams as well as the promotional exams…
After procrastinating for almost 5 months, I finally mustered the courage to cut about 4-5 inches off my hair. My head was getting heavier and heavier every month due to the fact that my hair was previously far too long and was close to reaching waist-length. Now, it is about 2-3 inches below shoulder length. Quite a drastic change, I must admit, but I am not regretting it at the moment.
Paul’s (my cousin) wedding tea ceremony which was held today can be described as being rather disastrous. Many unfortunate events had taken place. For a start, my mother had accidentally scalded three fingers after attempting to make coffee with a faulty coffee-making machine. Upon discovering the fault, Paul and his family went into a frenzy in order to replace that coffee machine. Thank goodness the injuries weren’t that serious and my mother only suffered minor burns.
Later on, Uncle Johnny, Aunty Nelly, Aunty Olive, Aunty Margaret, my mother and I were standing around the room and discussing out holiday plans for December when we heard a loud crash coming from outside. Appalled, all the visitors, including the group of us dashed out to the living room to find out the cause of the crash. It turned out that my father and Uncle George had accidentally broken the glass panel on Paul’s brand new coffee table. Even at this moment, it is still unclear as to how they actually damaged the glass panel. But according to some witnesses, Uncle George and my father were shifting the coffee table in order to make a special area for the tea ceremony to be held. There was a glass panel on top of the table which they assumed, was attached to the coffee table. Therefore, they tilted the coffee table lightly while moving it away from the living room. This resulted in the glass panel sliding off the coffee table due to the slight tilt and shattering into many small pieces…
Paul looked exasperated. Really exasperated. My mother later pointed out that all the mishaps which took place during Paul’s wedding were caused by Paul’s maternal family (namely, us) while the family from his other side was so much more well behaved. How embarassing…
One thing which truly ticks me off is how people constantly tell you things which you so not wish to hear. For example, quite a number of pimples have been appearing on my face recently due to examinations stress, and this is something which has been worrying me for a while. I do not need people coming up to me and pointing them out. For example, Uncle Jimmy came up to me during the tea ceremony today and suddenly commented bluntly that I have -insert number here- large pimples on my cheeks.
Hello? I am already upset enough over this and it is already bad enough to have many spots staring back at me each time I peek into the mirror. How do you think I would feel if someone comes up to be and tells me directly that I have so-and-so number of spots on my face? Be a little more tactful, for heaven’s sake.
Thank you do much, Uncle Jimmy. Thank you so much for destroying my self-esteem. I really appreciate it. Loads.
Don’t get me wrong. I am seldom someone who is overly-obsessed with her looks. Pimples are part of parcel of teenage life. But when such a problem is added with pre-examination stress as well as violent moods swings, it would be enough to get me depressed…
Not one of the best Teacher’s Day celebration I had ever experienced, but today’s celebration definitely takes the cake for being the most disasterous I had ever come across…
Firstly, the decorations were poorly done. As the concert progressed, the banners which were hung above the stage started to peel off one by one, landing on the performers on the stage. During one point, the student councillors were standing on the platform when a part of the banner fell off. Upon realising what had happened, I saw them inch towards the area where the banner had landed in an attempt to cover up what had just taken place. However, the entire hall had erupted into giggles by then…
Secondly, the situation in the hall was pretty much chaotic as students whispered amongst themselves during the whole duration of the concert. Many people even laughed loudly when the choir teacher went onstage to sing, which seemed really impolite. I can’t imagine how the teacher would be feeling when she is mocked at openly while onstage, and it is supposed to be her day as well. The least thing the students should do is to appreciate what she is doing as, after all, she had gone through many long hours of practice for her performance today.
I came up with the idea of getting my Chinese teacher a card. Erika and I came togather to decorate the card before scouting the entire college grounds for members of my Chinese group. I only managed to locate Edmund, Grace and Jaime whilst the rest had mysteriously disappeared. Turned out that the remaining people had decided to cut school halfway and illegally sneaked out of the college when nobody was looking. Thus, we had no other choice but to pass Mr Wong an incomplete card. However, Erika and I were hysterical when the card was finished, namely because we had addressed Mr Wong as “Mr Sebastian”, an English nickname which we had given him. I wonder how his reaction would be when he sees the card…
As for my subject tutors, my entire class (03S09) chipped in to purchase a rather big stuffed puppy for each one of them. Hui Hua and I was hugging one of the stuffed puppy and cooing over it when Miss Loh walked into the room. Immediately, both Hui Hua and I scrambled around, attempting to stuff the stuffed puppy into the paper bags, out of sight. Miss Loh was delighted with the little stuffed bear the class bought for her, but that didn’t stop her from conducting the Chemistry Test which she had set for us. Thankfully, the test was rather easy and I am now looking forward to achieving a good grade for it.
Last but not least, I have revamped my Portfolio. Took me a whole afternoon’s work and now I have suddenly realised that I have yet to study for my Chinese Faculty Test, which is to be held tomorrow. Wish me luck! :)
Before ending this post, I wish to extend my best wishes to all teachers in Singapore. Continue with all the hard work you are putting into educating young people like us. We definitely appreciate all that you are doing.