My outings and a wedding

~~D18~~

Yeah...I know, my posts have been really irregular now-days... but don't worry, I'm still alive ( sort of)

So...this weekend was kinda hectic. I followed my dad to his friend's ( Mr. Ganessan, or however you spell his name) daughter's wedding dinner.

She was a very beautiful woman who I liked to talk to when I was a kid...around the age of 4. But the funny thing, I don't remember it...OH! That girl...I was a an avid ( no, pysco) fan of Pokemon when I was a kid ( now...Not so. I'm concentrating on Mafia and Butlers now, ushishishi~~)

SO...I remember liking Brock, which was my tied up in first place with James ( who knew that he and Brock had the same voice actor in the English version?) and Misty.

Ash was second place, with Tracy and Charizard. I vaguely remember telling her about having 14 brothers and sisters, just like Brock....Oh, Lord, you are free to take me away...I can't live with this humiliation....

*Mushrooms grow on body, violet and dark purple will o' wisps start to surround Sano...Inner Sano takes over. He grills the mushrooms*

Um! Yummy! Okay...I think the kuso gaki has to see a psychiatrist to deal with 'his' depression issues.

Oyaji told him last minute so he couldn't secure a camera. But don't worry, He's already 'booked' a camera for the Malay wedding that he has to be a Dulang carrier ( I'll ask Kuso Gaki to explain this later in the post) Count on him for these type of things.

So, he told oyaji to tell him if there were any weddings that he could follow to ( Kuso Gaki is a BIG daddy's 'girl') at least a week before it so that he could talk to Black-tan ( a fellow tomboy turned into a 'hardcore', whatever that is) who is the person he books the camera's from.

Surprisingly, he was cooperative and actually LISTENED to his endless babbling. That person...if you start a conversation about cosplay, KHR, 1827, Kuroshitsuji or anything that he likes...he'll talk about it like there's no tomorrow.

When he's quiet, he so damn quiet. When he's annoying, he so annoying that he turns into a stalker. When he's angry, he'll bash up another idiot called Jensen at the back of the van ( which is turning into a daily habit since he said that girls can't fight and she ended up squishing him. Yes, squishing) But when he's sad, he'll be depressed like when he found out that 'his' Fariq-koi got accepted into the Boarding school near Sabak Bernam.

Could you believe he was like a happy puppy when he found out they were initially going to be in the same class for yet another year? You could see the cat tail swishing and his cat ears perked up. Oya, my master is a very weird individual.

On the day, he woke up late as usual, kinda stiff from sleeping on his stomach while crushing his right arm under it. Went down to wash face and oyaji asked him what was he going to wear. Like normal, so he thought, black muscle tee ( teh one I used for Ame-chan's fair well party) and his Diesel Jeans.

Kaasan said no. Tried to make him wear a punjabi suit that emphasized on the chest reigon. One on green and the other in ( god forbid) pink. He pouted, flicking his eyes in an angry way as kaasan told 'him' he looked nice in it.

He pouted more and oyaji said they would go to One Utama to look for a pair of decent pants. They did, at 70% off. THe original price was RM114 something and it looked really nice! They looked like slacks but the material wasn't the soft, silky type but the jeans type. Combine that and the shirt from Nic by Nicole and you got yourselves a heart stealer

* Sarah manages to chase away the will o' wisps ( she was born from a family of shamans, originating from Kuso Gaki's great grandfather) and cheers up Sano. Inner Sano goes off to handle an annoying brat called Jensen*

Okay, Inner Sano thought of me as an equal in the cool department? Somethings up. He didn't take his medicine properly, I guess.

Okay, we then had to spend almost 3 hours there just for my mom to look at the baju raya...she wanted something more tradtional so she went to Somerset Bay ( my eyes were brunt out of their sockets because of the amount of pinkish hues and fluffy dresses.

Spent like almost an hour there and she went out, buying nothing. Went down to British India and she bought a dress thingy...and then went to Jusco and had to wait for her...AGAIN...to pick up the top part of the kebaya that she liked...

Came back around 5 something and FINALLY got my haircut...It's something like Kim Bum's but the fringe is shorter...Here's a pic

~~After having my bath~~

~~Before, with my bed hair~~

At the dinner, SOMEONE ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WAS A BOY! Veell...kinda.

There was this beautiful woman and her Brit husband. She asked " Oh, is that your son? Daughter?" to my dad.

FUCK YEAH! I am so damn proud

Nothing much during the dinner, although there was this cool Indian dance that was called the Baratha---someting. My dad knows about it. Um..the one what goes ' Dakadakadakadaka'?

I told him later about my blog ( I am not going to give him the URL now...maybe later) and the cosplay group. He accepted it!

After that, me and dad went for a foot massage! Well..I got a shoulder massage and a foot massage because my dad asked them to...I was kinda kekok a during the whole session. They were very friendly, both of them from China. The one attending to my dad commented that I was good in speaking English because I kept on blabbing about my Cosplay Group. He also compared foot sizes with me and my dad!

He's was a size 5 while mine's 8 and my dad's 11. The one attending me said that I looked like my dad a lot. Hehe, they were really friendly. My dad said that it's customary to ask something about the people who massage you so I asked where were they from. Both of them were from Shenyi or from Beijing. They had been working in Malaysia for 5 years.

So, after saying good bye to them, we went to 7-Eleven and got some crab balls! They were yummy! And I bought a magazine...but I should have bought Arena instead of Kreko...It has Kuroshitsuji...

After that, during the drive back, I got to know that I actually came from a family of Shamans! Yeah, you read right, Shamans!

My great grandfather from my dad's side was a very rich man in Brunei and India, so rich that he was richer than any of the people in the countries. He had loads of Land so you get la.

He got chased out of India and by that time, the British were heiring people from China and India for work so he hopped on.

There are many Indian gods. He worshiped one of them. He would play instruments and say some magic words ( no matter how retarded that sounds, I don't know how to explain it) and he'd go into a trance, like how Shamans do!

But when he died, there was a feud between the brothers and the land he own was lost forever. My grandfather knew where they were, I think but old age takes a told on memory. If my grandfather had remember it and passed it on to my dad, he would be something equivalent of a millionaire....

Actually, it's cool to find out these things, ya know? Try and find out about your family.

I now know why I'm so damn crazy and hyper and psycotic...My great grandmother from my mom's side was crazy...so that figures.

Ah, one more thing.

In Malay weddings, we have gifts. The Groom will send the bride gifts and vice versa. To represent the gifts, Dulan carriers are needed. Mainly following the person's gender, we carry them into the house or hall were the Akad Nikah is held.

"A Malay wedding proper begins with the akad nikah (marriage contract) ceremony. The groom signs the marriage contract and agrees to provide the bride with a mas kahwin (mahar,literally 'marriage gold' in form of money or goods or anything as requested by the bride).It is opposite to dowry where the mas khawin is paid by the groom to the bride. The mas khawin is a symbol to show that the men is willing and are prepared to build a family with the lady he chose to get married to. The contract signing is done before a religious official and is accompanied by prayer."

Your Friend,

Seiichiro Sano