Sunday, April 09, 2006

was walking towards marina yest and passed by the outdoor wedding show they had along the way. i know its another two years, but i have had almost enough comments from friends and relatives alike telling me its prime time i recce the services i plan to engage on my wedding day. for a while, i almost hyperventilated in excitement as i always do when i think bout weddings, then i remembered the whole loada details and planning n leceh-ness that i have to go through, and that made me slump back into a state of boredom.

first theres the mak andam. now the mak andam is really really important and tops the list, cos she is in-charge of your face and has the power to either make you look like a tyrant queen or the kick-ass princess that you are.

in other words, she could be your fairy godmother OR evil stepmother for the day.

i dun want someone who offers me a package coupled with a 101 rituals tat i dun believe in, which i would end up going through half-heartedly with a frown on my face and a huge rock in my heart, coupled with 1001 pantangs (taboos), half of which i cant be bothered to believe but dun dare go against,and the other half i dun even know exist and have unwittingly gone against.

and no way am i gonna let some 60s red-eyeshadow era mak andam go near my face, let alone touch it.

then theres the costume. how many pieces and the array of ensembles to pick from. i already decided against one of them. die-die also i dun wanna choose the javanese costume. not because i have anything against javanese, but cos my guy would hafta wear a kain, lifted up at the centre, like langsir, like playing some kinda peek-a-boo and he would hafta wear this obit-looking cap which could possibly make him look like some wak-satay: minus the fan.

and cos i would hafta don this bunga-bunga on my siput-ed hair (which is orite: as in the photo) while the mak andam paint/draw/vandalise my hair line with some black kohl thingy to make me look like i have some renda or lace on my forehead (which is holy-schmoly NOT orite).

for those of you not accustomed to javanese brides, this is quite possibly how she would look like, minus the obit-looking costume, possibly in black velvet (!!??!!) , and super-elaborate hair accessories that would ultimately weigh your neck down and shorten it permanently in the process:

no i dun look like tat on my engagement.

horrible right?
macam nenek2 pakai serkop, like a really bad hair wig. like lace on curtain. like sai.

then, theres the photographer, right. this one also really important. cos wedding pictures last forever and you want someone who can effectively capture the moment and the emotions, in print.

then theres the khemah, deco, berkat and the food right? then theres the invitation list, too? and the pelamin, and the hantaran, and the spas, and the mandi lulur and and...... then theres the uber-shack bride.

and then some..

r.z 8:45 AM  0 comments