What’s in a wedding? Do you really feel that it’s a mere exchange of marital vows or simply just a way of securing your ‘i-love-you’s for sanctity in the eyes of the law?

They say every lady is already harbouring thoughts of their dream wedding, so I’ve heard. Interesting. Yours truly on the other hand, has only forsaw her walk down the aisle (half-seriously of course) to be set in a unconventional locality with a black wedding theme.

Zombie bridezillas, anyone?

Okay, I shall stop here before the boyfie dies of cardiac arrest after reading this.

You know I’m kidding, luv

I deem weddings are equivalent to culture. I practically grew up with Red Chinese weddings in restaurants & hotels, tea ceremonies, loud toasts of YUMMMM SENNNGGGG and the never-ending traditions set in oriental legacy.

Not too long ago, mom took me to a Malay Wedding on an early Saturday morning. I dreaded having to go, lest I nodded off in public… from partyin’ out late the night before. But I went though, for reasons I totally do not recall.

They gave us an adorable door gift each – which wasn’t bunga telur. Hmm.. am I missing out that much on Malay weddings? I’ve always thought bunga telur was the in-thing.

Here’s my dearest kakak helping herself rather conveniently, to some Malay food. I loved the beef rendang curry they served the most, and their nasi minyak (waxed/oil rice)

A piccie of myself with Mr. Father of the Bride. He’s Chinese though. You can’t tell, right? He’s now a Muslim and converted to Islam when he married a Malay lady many years ago.

Mom and I waiting for the main event to begin

Oh lookie, how adorable these lil bridesmaids were.

Such innocence in children!

There was a lil display of martial arts by a young gentleman.
Silat, as it is aptly called in Malay.

When it began, an elderly Malay folk did his thang for 20 seconds with the sword and the group-walk down the aisle ensued.

I reckon the whole kampung went up the stage.

That’s Mom and Kakak. She’s been with us for almost 20 years now. Been so attached to her over the years – love her to bits. Hope you’re having a good time in Indonesia now!

Dad and I.
Don’t worry poppps, I’m doing well here in KL!

Now that you’ve shared my recent experience with Malay weddings, what about Indian Weddings?
Again, I tagged along with mom and her colleagues.

We waited in the car for eons omfg.

Anyway, we got there eventually.

Similar to the aforementioned Malay wedding, there was a lil display of performances before the bride and groom headed towards the front. Hmmm.. how come we don’t practise that in Christian weddings?

Mom and I camwhoring again.
The need of visual repetition is a remedy to cure that void.

Anyway, see some bright lights and interesting rituals in the background above?

Aunt Chan and her adorable daughter.

Anas the shyguy and I

The statue of the elephant-headed deity, Lord Ganesh.

Another tiny Lord Ganesh!

We finally managed to get to the stage where the bride and groom sat. I watched as a female elder sp
rinkled water over them, of which I presume as holy-water.

Many guests came forward to extend their love and congratulatory well-wishes.

We followed suit.

Before we adjourned, I took a quickie of another one of Lord Ganesha’s statue with the traditional floor-drawings, the Kolam. Amazing how this form of art is drawn based on dots in specific grid and geometrical patterns

Do you really have the incessant desire to get yourselves married and
settled down early? What say you?

Anyway, now that my taste of Chinese, Malay, Indian and multi-racial weddings are over, imma sit quietly in one corner to brainstorm my zombie wedding. Who wants to be my gremlin-of-honour?

You DID NOT just hear that.

p.s : Someone please take me to an Egyptian wedding!