31st May, 2008
This Was After The Wedding
The wedding was lovely. I almost cried during the ceremony because the groom was crying. It was very moving.
The wedding got me thinking though about when I would have my own. At this point, I honestly can’t tell you. I know that at the earliest, it will be five years from now, but it probably won’t. It’ll be more like ten years, assuming that it will take me at least five years to find my future husband.
And the thought about how long it will take upsets me a little. My parents are reaching 60 soon and although they have been living here in the US, they can die at some point in their 70s like my mother’s parents. (My father’s parents died much younger back in Vietnam.)
My sister is most likely going to get married before they leave this world, but what about me? Will I get to share my special day with my parents? Will my daddy get to walk me down the aisle? Will I get that father-daughter dance?
I know, I shouldn’t plague myself with these questions and I definitely shouldn’t hurry up a marriage because I’m afraid my parents won’t be there when I do get married, but it’s really an unsettling though, you know?
The year my aunt got married, my grandfather passed away.
What if… he won’t be there?
Also, what if by the time I get married, my aunt’s husband who knows all there is to know about tradition and customs for a Vietnamese wedding, what if he’s not there either? Then who do I turn to?!? He knows everything!!
I almost cried when the father-daughter dance was going on because I kept thinking about my own daddy. I swear, if I ever catch my daddy on a deathbed, I will tell his ass to stay alive for me. Selfish, I know, but damn it, I want him there!
Okay, I won’t because I know it would be cruel to ask him to suffer more just for me, but it would be nice if he could be there.
Tags: family, wedding
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31st May, 2008
This Was Before The Wedding
Later today, I’m going to meet up with my sister in SF to attend her friend’s wedding. I suppose that she didn’t want to go alone, so I’m accompanying her despite not knowing a lot of people, except for the few high school friends of hers that will be there.
So I got my hair fixed. I decided to go to the place that I had originally wanted to go to, but had been turned away when they said the haircuts were at least $60, when in fact, they are not. Lol. I ended up spending a total of $90 for this haircut. I’m a little bitter, but I’ll get over it.
Thinking back on my last post, I haven’t had a call from BART Boy since Monday. Odd.
Having sex while your tissue box is burning is awesome by the way. That’s probably the first time I’ve accidentally burned something down.
Haven’t spoken to CC either.
I hate using fragmented sentences.
It’s cold despite it almost being near summer.
The whole thing with MH still isn’t sorted out.
The whole thing with SB is done. He can move to Washington, he can have sex with that girl who’s living with him, he can do whatever the hell he wants now. I almost want to check her out because he mentioned her workplace, but I’m not going to. I almost want to go tell the other girl (from last year) that she made the right choice by leaving his sorry ass, but I’m not going to.
I feel like being evil and mean now just to get my sorrows out.
And now I need to get ready since I want to go shopping before I meet up with my sister.
Tags: BART Boy, CC, Davis Boy, hair cut, MH, SB, sister, wedding
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