just minishorts.

My Maid-of-Honour, (let's call her YY for convenience's sake) was looking through the gorgeous cakes they sell at Choffles. Now for some reason Bridesmaids and maids-of-honours have this knack of being over-excited (even more so that I am), so our friend here was going, 'Oooh oooh oooh' at every other piece we clicked on.

'I love the figurines they put at the top, so pretty,' she said, referring to these ones here. (thanks Choffles, sorry yah I curi your photos to show off sikit.

And then we came across this one with the geese on the top! So cute!

'OK lah that's it, we make animal figurines for your cake!'
'Errr, dunno got budget to make cake or not…'
'Nvm I sponsor the figurine on the top of your cake!'
'DUnno got cake or not lah…'
Can one, You monkey Eric horse right?'
'Uhuh… but no money to have real cake lah…'
'Nvm I give you the couple dolls anyway, we mold as a monkey on a horse!!'
'Wha-'
'And I make sure the monkey wears a wedding dress and the horse wears glasses! Kekekkeke…'

-_-"

Then at night I met up with the fiance, where we drew up a simple excel programme sheet to document the order of the day. This is now what happens:

Bride to pin the corsage on the donkey.

Pardon me, but why are animal signs such important things in Chinese weddings?

The headaches of headaches.

We're undecided. Its either a princess cut, an A-line one or the mermaid cut. Both Eric and my mom want me to be in a mermaid cut dress, but my personal dream is to walk down the aisle in a princess train (who doesn't want to be a princess anyway, and the only time you'll be let off for wearing huge dresses would be on your wedding), but the A-line cut is cool too. Mermaids are… well….

Here are some of the ones I fancy from theknot.com.I love the site, I hang out there every other day looking for ideas.

I'm going for a strapless number, although a little voice beside me wants me to take a dress with long sleeves and lace, most people around me agree that it will make me look old….

…

There was a wedding fair at Mid Valley at the weekend, and Eric and I, like any conventional Malaysian couple, decided to go check out the supposedly 'better prices' that bridal fairs had to offer.

Man the convention hall was like a freakin marketplace.

We decided to weave our way down the crowded lane and then I ended up at Love Vision's exhibition area.

Enter the Manager from hell. Should I mention a name? Hmm… ok nvm, just remember, a manager from Love Vision (I'm not sure whether its SS2 or Loke Yew's branch).

Here was what we were looking for: no bridal photo shoots, just the photos for the actual day itself, and a package that would include the wedding dress, one evening gown, a man's coat (I have no idea why they call it a man's coat, but well…) for Eric, the flowers (the bouquet and Eric's boutonnière) and the car decorations. Well, let's up the cost for a designer range gown from DNL, shall we?

We were quoted a 'fair' package rate, for the clothes and flowers alone the lady quoted us at around RM1800.

'That's not too bad,' we started.

That's when the force-selling started. 'OK, if you are ok with the price, we have to seal the deal today, you just have to pay a 30% deposit, and then you will confirm, now that your wedding is a year ahead in time, at least you can book the better dresses first.'

Manager whips out book with photographs of very blurred dresses. 'We have very nice dresses, no problem one, if you walk in and sign up the prices are more expensive,' she picks out another album with price lists and flips through the pages…. 'so if you sign up now at least you've sealed the deal on these prices, and you know that this is a competitive rate right?'

'Yes it is,' Eric goes. 'We want to see the dresses first.'

'OK, that's a problem, if you walk out of here, this price is off… but if you seal the deal with 30% of the payment, at least you know you have the clothes for the great price.'

'Errr… my wedding is next year, I heard there're a few more fairs coming up, so when are you coming back, or at least my fiancee and I can go check out the clothes at your branch first, but really we can't decide now…'

'You know this price is really very good, if you walk away this price won't be there.'
'We're not going to pay now, we must see the clothes first.'
'Are you sure? If you walk to another place, you probably will get more or less the same kind of designs' (WTF??? HELLO?) ' but definitely at a higher price, you know? At least if you just pay 30% now, for sure you know you only pay about RM1800 for designer range you know?'

'I'm sorry,' Eric goes. 'But not now.'

The manager smiles, says 'its okay', and then she walks away just because we're not going to pay the 30%…

WAH LAU, do business also no need to be so pushy kua….

OK I'm going to Pretty In White this week, see if their custom-made-to-measure packages will delight my senses.

This is really quite hilarious.

My Mom's a little more than excited since she was told that her only daughter is finally going to tie the knot, and so everyday she would be talking about the wedding and what she expects of us, and what she thinks unnecessary for the big day.

Some stuff like 'consulting' someone to have the day set was one of the obvious discussions we had earlier, but after some days of toiling around and having my fiance going, 'Eh want meh? No need lah just pick a Saturday that's super popular and already booked at certain restaurants, and use that date lah. If it's already booked by this time, must be good day one…' Mum sort of agreed and so now we've decided to have the wedding this time next year.

So yeah we've got the date sorted out, and last week we did a verbal booking at the restaurant, deposit yet to be paid. And so my mum is now going straight to the details like the flow of the day, and what's going to happen in the interim.

'So the night before you know, I'm not going to do a big party thing, we'll just call the family and we'll go out for a simple dinner at a local restaurant, and then we'll go home have a chat, so that you can go to bed a little earlier.'

'No need to do the combing hair thing lah?'
'Combing hair thing?'
'Yeah I've had a lot of friends going through that…'
'Oh THAT… hahahah, no need lah.'
'Oh Mum thank goodness you're not so traditional, I heard that to do that ceremony both Eric and I have to stay up till the clock hits 12…'
'Well, actually, it's good to have the hair combing … you know what it means right?'
'Yeah, something about symbolizing the virginity.'

I had just turned into the road where we stayed on as we came to this topic, and Mum suddenly decided to have her voice tuned a little softer.

'In olden days, the Chinese do the hair combing ceremony as a presentation to God lah, actually you have to be a virgin in order to qualify for the hair combing thing…'
'Oooh…'
'So it's actually a very sacred ceremony you know, nowadays people don't really care lah, but since we believe in God right…'
'Right… '
'Better don't do the ceremony lah, I mean, think about it, I'm not too sure if you and Eric are virgins anymore, after all you've been together for so long right? So if the two of you have been naughty, then we really shouldn't test God lor… '

And then before I could even give a response, my mum switched the topic like lightning okay. It was 'wedding' first, and then 'oh I forgot to tell you what the ladies said in the market today….'

-_-"

I was speaking to a friend the other night about how come people sound so angry and start fighting online. Now I quite believe I do have some kind of authority on that matter, because I went through that angst rant princess phase, (and sometimes still go through it) and the Internet was an amazing place to let out the steam.

Amazing, because it works, because after you go on a typing frenzy of finger-pouncing on your poor keyboard, you're amazingly much relaxed, and you treat everyone else better. Well, everyone else, except, the poor space that you proudly call your blog, and of course you sort of collect a small compilation of very interested and intrigued readers, who're all more than ready to believe that whoever blogs is whoever you are.

Which is true of course, that angry you who blasted your fits noisily online is a part of you, so if A + B is C and therefore B is C, you are who you show yourself up to be. Interestingly, it's hard not to get pissier, when you pop by a day or two after that hideous ordeal that led to you to your little angsty soliloquay on the internet, some nosy-poker (or rather, an unasuming innocent bystander) pops by, reads your little angry rant, and decides to put in his two cents.

'Why are you so angry?'

And you get all angry all over again. MUAHAHAHa. So maybe that bystander wasn't so innocent after all, huh?

…

Well, then my life kicked in, and certain circumstances disallowed me from continuing this little tirade of neverending anger management (which means it didn't work, the blog didn't really help with anger management), so I had to stop blogging on such a regular basis. Once a week, maybe twice a month, it was fun cooling off because I was out there trying rush through deadlines and forcing myself to watch ASTRO instead of going online when I felt unhappy about work and when things got tough in the real world. And after a while, the medicine helped. Suddenly it wasn't so appealing anymore, suddenly it was fun to go out and meet friends who blog, and go, 'HUH?' when they tell you about the latest scandal that was in town.

…

So now I'm jotting down little notes on a more regular basis (I'm back to the five posts a week system, notice?), it's more fun, its more relaxed, and I don't sound like that angst-ridden bitch anymore. Its been a long journey, and this I do notice… if ever in the occasions I do sound like the whole world owes me a living, it's when I type that post in the night. It's worse when I do it at around 11 pm or nearing midnight. If I type a long post after midnight, that's it, I'll sound like an overactive hamster rushing through an endless list of stupid expletives.

Actually if you're angry just go to sleep lor. Interesting how I just found that out after so many years. Such a clever girl I am, hah. Blah!