'Oh my god! My dress! The dress-maker told me he couldnt finish in time.'

'Ok calm down, lets go and buy one now of the rack, there is a mall just downstairs'

Her sister and her immediately flew out of the rehearsal wedding and headed to the mall below. Lucky it was only 3.30pm, there was 2 hours to find a last min dress for the wedding. Calvin Klein, Massimo Dutti, Mango. Price was no longer a consideration, she would charged it to the credit card first. As the 2 sisters ran down the escalator, the bride saw this shop at the corner of her eye, selling some dresses but they were all too colourful. Never mind, I'll keep it in mind, she thought to herself. First to Mango, then to Klein and then all the rest. She needed a dress. She wants to get married.

They headed towards the Mango sign but to their horrors, it was only a window display.

'Where is the damn Mango shop!?!?' The bride started to panick.

The 2 sisters, rushed from shop to shop, only to find all the dresses were in knits. It's the winter fashion, there were no cocktail dress on sale!!!!!

On the verge of an anxiety attack, the bride looked at her watch. Oh no, it was 9.38pm, way past her stipulated ceremony time. And still no dress.

'Oh we saw that shop earlier. VMS or VPMS or something. Where is it?!?!?!!?'

'That way. Quick' She grabbed hold of the brides hand and ran in the opposte direction

They entered a shop named "VMS", it was not a clothing boutique but a lifestyle shop! The only clothes they sell are these dresses from a bohemian designer. Long with a train but made of lyrca and were in earthly shades.

'What choice do I have?' She said, eyes well up in tears.

2 sisters rushed back up to the ceremonial ground, it was close to 11pm and all the guests have arrive. There goes the sunset wedding.

But the ceremonial ground was beautiful, the guests were all sitting on white foldable chairs under a full white tentage. Rose petals littered the path leading to the stage. Although 200 guests turned up instead of the intial RSVP 60 guests. The bride was glad everyone wanted to share her joy.

'Quick do your make-up' exclaim the sister

'How? There is such a long queue for the make up artist'

In the background, the bride heard the emcee of the wedding made an annoucement,'Will all certified pastors/fathers/priest/holy men step to the side of the stage. We need your help to officiate the ceremony.' Afterwhich a group of men and woman stood up and walk towards the stage. Beads of sweat formed at the brides's forehead. There was no solemniser for the wedding!

And still she was queuing for the mark-up artist. Doesn't anyone know its HER BIG day?!?!!?

A soleminser was finally chosen out of the group. It was a young butch whom the bride found her to be familar. Well, at least she is pleasant to look at and have a nice smile.

'No more time, forget about the make up. You have to go' The sister said as she yank the bride's arm.

As they were walking towards the begining of the aisle, the bride caught the eye of her groom. A sense warmth and calmness came over her, all her woes and worries just washed away. Then, she turned and walked towards her father who was going to give her away. This is it, she thought.

In a distance, she heard something shot through the air, followed by a loud boom. Fireworks! Her husband-to-be made the arrangements to have fireworks at the wedding! Tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks, she felt a sharp pain through her heart. He has done so much for her, yet, today, she has let him down. The dress was grub, her tardiness is unforgivable and her face was not pleasing to the eye. But she told herself that she can't let him down further. Hooking the arms of her father, the music played and they began their descent down the aisle.

'Why is Poppy balding like CRAZY!? And why is he combing his hair the robin hood way!'

Suddenly, her father stop his stride. The bride turned and saw 8 military men run out of a room. WE FORGOT THE SWORD BEARERS. The military men took their positions with their hands on their swords.

'No. No. We should go through them. Bride and groom should go through the swords. Not us.'

Father then led the bride around the sword bearers. The wedding is turning into a nightmare again, the bride is beginning to get a nervous breakdown.

She finally reach the foot of the stage. As she climbs up, she again feel that rush of warmth. Unfortunately, the feeling only lasted for a moment. There was no table for the signing of the certificate. Both the bride and groom, the witnesses and the pastor knelt down on the floor and began the ceremony. The marriage certificate was a crumpled A4 paper with some text printed on it. The bride felt something was wrong, yet she cant put her finger to it.

'Sorry my name is actually Estella Bte Mohd......' said one of the witness said.

My aunt has suddenly became a Muslim??? When??? The bride thought.

'Yah my husband died and I remarried,' the witness told the pastor.

WHAT IS GOING ON! MY UNCLE DIED??!?!!?

She turned to her future husband for support and saw him smiling. She asked him what he was smiling about and he pointed up.

The bride looked up, there lies 2 coffins with she and her future husband corresponding picture in front.

'Why does it feels like a funeral?' The groom said in a chuckle......
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I jumped up. Checked my handphone and it was 8.10am. Damnit! I just had a nightmare and I'm late for work!

Unleashing of the mahjong monster

And I thought I would have a wonderful peaceful weekend with my father off holidaying in KL this weekend. I had envision a quiet weekend of lazing on the couch, watching tv, channel surfing while chomping down on unhealthy snacks, fruits and water.

But with the husband gone, unleashed the mahjong monster-wife. The not so considerate mahjong monster I would go to the extend of saying even. How come, on the usual weekend, when you can go to your friend's place to play mahjong, you have to bring the mahjong back home. 3 freaking days in a row out of which 2 freaking nights, your daughter asked you very politely to bring it somewhere else. My god, where is the sense of consideration. Do we all not work all week long like you do? Do we not deserve a relaxing, quiet weekend. Will it hurt to go somewhere else? Its not like your friends don't live in big houses with private mahjong rooms. You have to bring them all here, to a tiny 1300sqft space lived by 5 other people and 2 dogs. Why can't you think for someone else other than yourself for a moment.

I am going to implode with frustration and a nagging headache.