Poignant moments

After 5 years of courtship, dSaint got hitched today to dGurl. Tiring as you would imagine, it was awesome! I was the designated makeup artist......a heavy responsibility to shoulder if you ask me. One wrong stroke of blusher on her cheek would render the marriage a circus affair. Thanks the saint she is but a simple girl and expect simple means. Our photographer concedes that dGurl is a picture of poise, elegance and perfection. Although I loath to have her read this and gloat IN my face, the truth is she essentially made the whole affair young, less cumbersome and totally FUN.....laughter became the common denominator, friends and family were dressed to the nines and moods were buoyant. One word: Bliss!

And with the placing of dGurl’s hand on dSaint’s hand, dGurl’s father passes on the responsibility of taking care of her to her soulmate, dSaint. From this day forward, she is his to cherish, love and argue and lament to and about and hold for life.

By merging the light of two separate candles, dSaint and dGurl pledge to uphold the institution called marriage. Marching out of the church, they were pronounced husband and wife.

And here I sit and marveled over the events of the weekend:

(1) The tea ceremony, church solemnisation of the marriage and the wedding dinner was perfect because imperfections were brushed off with a lot of good natured laughter

(2) I, who saw dGurl grew up, have known her all her life, can not be happier for her choice of mate.

(3) To call dSaint my brother cousin, I can not ask for more.

(4) And sadly, this also symbolises another phase in her life....as she drift further away from single-hood carefree-ness to motherly bliss (a bit fast forward but it will happen eventually).*

(5) And like every marriage, I am left with a bittersweet aftertaste...quite like a semi-rip pineapple wedge....

* In that one second, my memory conjured pictures taken in Genting when she was barely two and I barely five, each in the loving arms of our grandparents. I remember her as my first playmate, playing in my grandma’s carpark.....chasing each other on tricycle while I wait to buy a cupcake from the bread vendor. Being young and the eldest, naturally I would bully her, coercing her to watch cookie monster and not understanding why she would fear a blue monster who obviously love to eat cookies. And then we grow into teenage-hood. Relationships were the core of most of our conversation despite us drifting apart as our priority changes. Cookie monster and cupcakes no longer appeal. I took to studying while she took to boys. And yet, bloodties goes a long way and we grew to adulthood. To be united by nothing more than simple session in mamak. And just like that, we become more than playmates, we become family.

Not forgetting are certain memory snapshots from this lovely wedding.

Like how four cars made a grand city tour, honking loudly to grandly announce the impeding arrival of the couple. Romeo deciding that a long loud honk is terribly cliché, decided on a techno honking method. That had everyone in stitches, me especially.

Like how stunning dGurl looked marching into the church to the beat of the wedding march.

Like how dGurl’s hands clasped securely in dSaint’s as they turn facing a sea of wellwishers as the pastor pronounced them husband and wife.

Like how horrific I was when I realise I really did made her look somewhat like a clown during the wedding dinner. Quickly escaping to the toilet, I tried in vain diminish two pink circles around her cheek....

Like how we were enlighten on the topic of roast pig being a purchase consideration for the bride’s virginity.

Like how we all had a couple of drinks, chilling at our favourite spot....pouring over the issue of moon.

Like how happy they looked, fittingly so, eating nasi lemak at one in the morning of what was supposedly their wedding night.