Saturday, May 16, 2009 ;
8:46 AM
It's been our first wedding in a long time. The race has started and wedding season is back with a vengeance. After a short hiatus, the cards came pouring in, and the bellies gearing up for spicy, carbo-ladened and sugar-overdosed traditional desserts beckons.
We went to his friend's lovely wedding, the usual get-up of grab the food, nudge your way through a barrage of makciks who will always choose the centre aisle to catch up their latest gossips and start eating, constantly brushing away young kids who are over-zealous in picking up your unfinished plate.
Ten minutes later and we're off. I don't bother wearing my baju kurungs anymore. My rule is, if I'm not going for more than one in a day, I'm gonna go in pants.
And the entertainment. Yes. No Malay wedding is complete without the music blaring in your ears, headache-causing loud beats and the sounds of elderly men and women howling their off-pitch tunes. It's as if they regard the loud and constant chatter to be one from an appreciative audience. We're staring at ya because you're amazingly awful.
But, we love Malay weddings ya?
play it softly, so gently♥
