ZM has always been one of the most morbid people i’ve known. can you imagine the kind of conversations a morbid would have with a cynic? no, wait, don’t. it is pretty depressing. glorious to indulge in. but depressing. and i don’t really want to ruin your evening. whatever that’s left of it.
so you can imagine how strange it was when ZM announces that he’s getting married? i half expected a goth inspired wedding last night, and although it was not exactly full blown, i do see attempts to slip a gothic kinda funk amidst the ayam masak merah and saloma wannabe.
i am personally lost as to what to say that would be personal, and yet appropriate at the same time for a newly-wed, morbid inclined friend with an affection for frogs. so ZM, if you are reading this, take your pick ya:
- congratulations. now you won’t die alone.
- unless she leaves you. but then, we’re all going to die someday anyway.
- at least you get a coupla legal shags before you die. you horny bastard.
- ribbit. ribbit. ribbit.
ZM, you creep, your blog is dead! i ain’t gonna link a dead blog. JQ and i also demand a respectable compensation for that watered down sirap ais we had last night. and our ruined shoes!