172 A Wedding in December I
13 December 2009- The first of my friends got married last December. It was a huge step to take, and between her fresh, young self embarking on her married life and the rest of us, there is suddenly a chasm, a gulf of maturity, concerns and understanding, that can only continue to widen as she takes on the role of first, wife, then mother. Already she is on a higher pedestal - untouchable, to be admired, envied, perhaps pitied by those who do not know her. But why should it matter that she has chosen the path less trodden? She knows her heart, and it is this, not social conventions, that goes a long way in finding one's happiness.
On to frivolous matters, she was a beautiful bride.
And if you had been there, you couldn't possibly forget the bouquet toss.
Thud! - the bouquet of roses fell onto the carpet. When the bride swung her arm to the highest point the fear among the female guests swelled to an uneasy climax. We neither of us wanted the flowers - it was like an omen of bad luck, a curse at our schooling point in life. We huddled, we avoided it like the plague, and while it hurtled through the air toward us we twisted our bodies out of shape to the left and right.
In the end we were prevailed upon to wait on a second toss, and it was decided that the bridesmaid was the next to marry.
(Above wedding photography by one of the two official photographers, Wee Keong.)