Somewhere deep inside my heart, I felt touched. Here is one of my friends getting married. I was happy for her that she found someone she wants to live her life with. But at the same time, I realised that I didn't feel the same yearning my "I want to get married too" friend had. So I smiled and teared up, both for my friend's happiness and for my freedom.
Two days later, I let myself dress up a bit. Watched some videos on youtube so I know just how to wear that
My outfit had sequins in it. Oh how it sparkled, I made the chandeliers burn in envy. The reception is held at a hotel 10 minutes away from home (without traffic) and I arrived with Eli, where we then stood at a corner, waiting for another friend while we muttered on how grand it all is.
Eli: How will your wedding be?
Hanis: Less glam and way smaller than this.
I wished I was able to take pictures but since my phone died in May, I was stuck in keeping memories. How the ballroom were filled with people. How the couple came in, looking so pretty and handsome. How some friends teared up, again.
Of course, being me, I was more concerned about the print out menu. By the time 30 minutes had passed, I could tell you the 6 dishes and what is up for dessert (Coconut pudding). There were gossips, oohs, ahhs and Eli telling me I better not be thinking about my exam the next afternoon (I was memorising the different combinations of options and their respective graphs).
And the picture below, was taken as I was enjoying my dessert, which was followed by a cup of strong black coffee that no amount of sugar and milk was enough to make it mild enough for me.
The reception ended at 11pm, we hugged and took plenty of pictures with the beautiful bride. Such prettiness. By the time I got home, the glitter of my dress was still there. I put it back on its hanger and covered it with some plastic, telling myself that it will see daylight again, perhaps at the next wedding.
4 comments:
I was at my sister's wedding recently and I wasn't really that in to it. Though I did joke with a friend after that I would look better at our wedding. I don't have a problem with weddings, and I am kind of looking forward to my own. I don't quite know how it would be though but I've learned the real truth. Men have no say. My only chance to have a say in my wedding is to go gay.
I mind weddings if there's relatives there. Because somehow, that lady who's your mother's 3rd cousin feels that she's entitled to ask you when you're gonna get married and that you're getting old.
=.=
I swear, if I ever get married, I won't invite so many people.
Haha. Go gay, invite me. Make it my first gay wedding.
The worst is when you're not into YOUR OWN wedding. That was my first time around... the second was completely different.
I think it's great that you're able to say that you're not ready. I married the first time at 20 and looking back now, I'd say I did it because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. At 36, I did it because I wanted to, and it has made all the difference. :)
So glad you had a good time, and you looked beautiful.
It was my sister's wedding last year. There were so many people there she didn't even know (distant relatives etc.)
And some old aunties would come up to you and make disturbing comments -.-
So yes, I would definitely want m wedding to be less glam and way smaller :P
You look super pretty :D
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