Showing posts with label chinese wedding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chinese wedding. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 February 2012

In the mood for love

I had laid eyes on Passion

When I first had a glimpse...










I had no doubts I wanted a qipao for my wedding day. Mum wore one on her day and I remember finding it once in her wardrobe as a child. Fingering the smooth red velvet and the gold phoenix embroidery in wonder I vowed that if I ever grew into the dress, I'd wear it when I got married.





That never eventuated as we lost the dress when I was eleven.





This one dress became my obsession as you would have followed and gauged here, here, here and here. Ok I know you get the picture. But so many were enthralled with the dress after the reception that I just could not help but start believing the garment was really very worth its while.












One of the most enchanting part of the dress was the row of ruby buttons down the back





When Dancing Life's Dance, keep your eyes on your partner

Perhaps I really believed the dress had the mystical power to turn you into an Asian princess on your wedding night, or just due to my fun fact #7, I loaned it to a dear dear girlfriend, almost like a sister to me, who got married recently. I cannot have been happier to see her in my dress, to have it fit perfectly and to see her blithe figure embraced by the hauntingly beautiful dress. I hope the dress helped her achieve her wish of wearing a traditional dress and an evening gown during her wedding (she didn't have the luxury of time to organise her own modern cheongsam which I think she's covetted for the reception) and that she felt every bit as special and proud of our cultural heritage as I did on my own wedding night.











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Monday, 9 January 2012

Our Masters of Ceremonies


Getting friends to MC your reception is a huge ask. I never thought about this until we got rejected by S's High School friend and felt a huge shock about it. I mean, we've been to other weddings of our friends where he had been emceeing for and he had been absolutely fabulous! I asked him coyly once if he would do it for us when S and I do get married and he (albeit drunkenly) did cross his heart and swear that he would!

Anyways, the search for a new MC really became a challenge as I know people have famously put the fear of public speaking right up there with the fear of dying. I did think that S being a lawyer and having been in the Debate team in school would have several contacts suitable for the task, but we got rejected two more times in the process.

Then we approached two friends from our really close knit group, heart filled with anticipation of rejection and they surprisingly said yes! We never told them that they weren't our first pick. I mean we hadn't thought of them as someone who would be keen to speak publicly before, but they made asking them so easy that we were really thankful for it and didn't make any more demands from them.

On the day itself though, R and C really came through for us. The first guy who rejected us was in the audience as our guest and I think he hung his head in shame as R & C showed him down and did a really personalised performance that outshone anything he could ever have done in his MCing career.

So I know I alluded to their performance before, but after getting yet some more rave reviews from some other guests yesterday, I really wanted to explicitly note down how awesome my friends were in what they did for us.

R & C introduced us by telling everyone why we had chosen a NYC theme (and both sportingly braved hat hair by putting on Yankees caps), being that S had proposed to me there.

They then went on to explain that the first song we were dancing to was from Jersey Boys, the play we watched in NYC on the very same trip. And then whilst introducing the bridal party, they did little spiels about the bridal party because we were all friends and so they had some really lovely things to say about each bridal party 'couple'.

Whilst there was a lull in the reception as I was getting changed, R & C came out into the crowd in I Heart NY T-Shirts and backpacks. They then went to each table which were named after boroughs and places in NYC pretending to be lost tourists and interacting with our guests, asking for directions to Central Park which was the name of our Bridal table! When they finally 'found' Central Park, R cracked a joke about how C got caught up in Broadway because of all the pretty girls that were there which was an inside joke because C's girlfriend was sitting on that table.

Then, as we were performing our first dance, they quietly slipped away for a third costume change of the night and came back in Broadway splendour!

I loved how much effort they had put into the whole night. They also shared little insights into S and I with the guests as R & C has known us throughout the last 9 years and did have many funny stories to tell.

To top it all off, after all that when they were finally let off their duties and could finally enjoy the reception like every other guest, they cajolled our photographer to take pictures of them in each of their costumes at our Crazybooth so that we could have them as a keepsake for our happy memoirs from the wedding.

Better friends I could not have asked for and I know we were truly blessed and undeserving because of how much fuss I kicked up after the first guy rejected us. I know, I owe R & C a lot and we hope that one day we will be able to pay them back for their great efforts.

Friday, 25 November 2011

The Reception at Bondi Kam Fook


Table Settings

Bridal Table









Cake Table



Cootie Catchers and Jellybeans for the kids




Sunday, 6 November 2011

My world from his eyes

We have finished the stay in Malaysia. And showing S where I grew up and the full extent of my family has been a shy but exciting experience. It'd be like no matter who the person he thought I was or had morphed into in the last ten years in Sydney, all my layers were stripped bare and laid naked in front of him to scrutinize.

So he met all my family, my roots and learnt the history of whence we came from, and how we perserved through poverty and rose out of others' condescending views of who we were and what we were made of. And I wonder if any of that came as a surprise?

I am not born of poverty. The family business began to thrive as I was born so I was lucky enough to be sent for private education. I am known amongst my friends for my weakness for good wine, luxurious spas and my penchant for expensive designer bags. It'd be difficult I think for me to teach my kids to be humble when I myself have turned my own back on my heritage by leaving the country. It will be a tough choice. Do I maintain a very traditional home so that my children feel a disconnect between the home and school like many first generation Australians? Or do I let S take on the reigns in dictating how a second generation Australian home should be run, banking in on the advantages that his parents cultivated in him by their selfless sacrifices when they left Malaysia and raised their kids in Sydney?

I get ahead of myself. S confides in me that he values how endearing it is to him that I care about family and am ever ready to care for them. And if that is all he sees in me after this trip then my family has taught me well and I needn't have worried that our humble beginnings would have frightened him.

Others only can long for such a big and supporting clan in spite of our stories and our dramas. We are wealthy, not of the monetary sort but in the love we possess for each other. As grandma cries as she drinks my cup of tea, as third aunty exclaims how much she'll miss me now that I am marrying to such a faraway place, as I see many familiar friends' and relatives' faces during the 600 pax reception we had in KL, I cannot help but let a few tears escape as I stifle the sadness in me over leaving them behind to start my new beginnings. And S stares at my glistening eyes in wonder. Perhaps not able to comprehend the depths of the emotions as he extends his unsure but reassuring hand. Or does he? As he whimsically agrees that we could raise our kids in Singapore so that I can be closer to my family...and speaks as much Mandarin as he knows, I can see how hard he is trying to love me, and to embrace my world as his own.

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