Wedding

The much anticipated family affair finally unfurled on September 27, 2008.
Sis and Gavin tied the knot in Brisbane.

I woke up at 6am that morning and soon after, the professional make-up artists were over at sis (and Gav's) place. At first, when I saw one of the make-up artists, I was like.. riiightt... she has no pants/bottoms whatsoever on, but a pink large oversized shirt with a black vest over it if I am not mistaken. With her stilettos, and coffee balancing precariously on her hands (her other hand dragging a zebra print luggage full of gear)....I was a bit skeptical.

Professional make-up artist curled my already curled hair, sweeping it to the side. She then dusted my face, powdered it 4 inches thick, brushed on eye shadow and with great accuracy she completed my Chinese eyes.

Ta-da! Look like from the 70s Shanghai era or not?

Enough about me...

I have never seen sis so beautiful.. don’t get me wrong, she has always been charming with that priceless smile of hers, but when we finally put her bridal gown on her, fixed up her jewellery etc, with her hair all swooped up....I am so proud to tell everyone THAT is my sis..

The professional photographers took ten million photos of sis and the bridal party, as well as our side of the family. Nearer the time, the rest of our family went off to the church, leaving only Dad, Sis and the Bridal Party in the house..

We (the starving gurls) took the moment to munch on the salmon rolls, fruit tarts, guava paste on crackers etc (food prepared courtesy from our sweet Aunty Gerry). As the time got nearer to 1pm, our drivers appeared looking much like mafia members (with sunglasses, earphones, constant calls, gold chains and rings). We then trooped off to the church.

I was nervous.. Fark, it’s not even my marriage. Michelle’s and Aimee’s singing filled the church, everyone rise to welcome the bride, and I am the first to walk in during the bridal procession... Perfect. Do not trip.

I managed to “glide” on the aisle in time with the beat of the song. Managed a smile and doing a quick scan for familiar faces. Do not trip.

I reached the end, smiled at Gav who then has the EXACT same expression he had when he bungy jump in Hanmer nearly 2 years ago. Was he that nervous? As the rest of the bridesmaids follow suit, Sis finally appeared at the entrance on Dad’s arm. Absolutely breathtaking.

Jono (the best man) shot me a glance and silently motion to his packet of tissues.. I declined with a great big smile. BUT unfortunately, Mr. Gavin Lai decided to start sniffling, then tears, then THAT set me off....I started crying as well... GREAT! Did my 4 inches thick worth of make-up run? Apparently not. Jono managed to pass his tissues to me through the pastor standing between the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. How come he thought in advance?

Dad helped Sis up to the “stage” and the pastor begin...the love, the bonding, God, the couple, the vows (which Sis was tongue-tied a little), the rings (due to heat, Gav had to pushed the ring into Sis’s finger.. ehhehe), the signing of the marriage certificate.....THE KISS OF THE BRIDE..awww..I nearly started crying again....

Recession – out onto the church steps, honks from public cars passing by, huge group photo and I have to fuss round Sis making sure no one is stepping on her train. At the same time, Do not trip.

Photo-taking in the botanical gardens during the afternoon.. By then, I was totally STARVING. The groomsmen got some sushi for us gurls which was nice. Anything for my empty stomach then was bliss. Hours of photography and we went off to Victoria Golf Complex for the Reception.

More on that the next blog.

A little bit of poem

I was packing my room and organising my photo albums the other day. I found this whole album consisting photos of me and sis during my Aussie trip in 2003. On the front of the album, there is a poem I wrote, inspired by the Aussie green tree frog. It was accompanied by my copied sketch of a frog.





Here goes:

"If aim was high
But leap was low
Fret not, my friend,
for the greatest things were once small.

Believe in the ultimate
For it was once insignificant.

Be determine for progress
As life cannot be held captive
Like moments frozen on frames.

I, the green tree frog,
One day you will be like me.
He who leaps high
Will find his very own tree!"

(10th Jan 2003)

Malam Malaysia 2008 - 'Home'

It was on August 30th, a day prior to Merdeka.

This is also the first time that I am attending Malam without being involved in its preparations.
Frankly, after the successful 2006 'Secrets' - Pleasure, Ego, Passion - what with the fantastic deco team I had, I was quite skeptical for this 2008's. Furthermore, due to some inside information, I went to this year's Malam with low expectations.

I was not disappointed.

The night was relaxing, with a few genuine laughs. Although I had to wait until near 10pm for my food, the organisers were really friendly and the N-sync dance by Alif and gang blew the stage.