Snatches-of-Bliss-and-Are-You-Freaking-Out-Yet?

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Changed da house,
Changed da look.

BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

~ Absolute Blissage ~

I had a MOST satisfactory wind-down dinner, after getting all keyed up with endless assignments, and then exams. Absolute blissage, as Celina would say.

Rather than go over to Tony's last night as I usually do on Tuesdays for dinner, I decided to stay in last night and mug like the closet nerd I am, and meanwhile plot a steamboat dinner for tonight in celebration of life and Prawns On Sale. My rice cooker had died on my housemate about a fortnight ago and this week, he had bought Tony and I a replacement rice cooker as an early wedding gift of sorts. Since Tony already owns a rice cooker, I decided that this one could be The One We Use For Steamboat Dinners - except they call it Hot Pot here. Steamboats to them are the moving chunks of metal floating about in the ocean in the days of Sir Thomas Stamford Raffles.

I traded my laptop with a housemate's television for the evening, and we settled down to a good TV dinner that lasted 2 whole hours. (Literally, from 7.30pm to 9.30pm.) We had Tom Yum Soup as a base, dumped some prawns, cut corn cobs, cabbage and dollops of mushrooms, and just had a gorgeous time watching a documentary on British Brats put into a special rehab programme not unlike the one they have in Samoa, where the kids get shipped off to the middle of Utah to whinge and whine (and trek with big bags) for as long as it takes in the snowy mountains, until they experience a fundamental change in attitude and character.

The other show we watched on SBS was an episode of "Everyone loves a wedding", also a documentary, about intercultural weddings in Australia. THIS WAS ENTIRELY TONY'S IDEA. He was the one who suggested that we watch this, because I didn't even know the series exists and you know what? Good choice.

Ladies, if your man suspects your wedding planning is over-the-top, get him to watch an episode of this wonderful series. Then you get to interject helpful comments such as, "Wow. Aren't YOU glad you don't have to sit on someone's shoulders and boogie in the middle of the dance hall with me, in plain view of everyone else!" as well as "WHOA! CHECK OUT THE GIRTH OF THAT MERINGUE SHE'S WEARIN'! Looks expensive. I bet it didn't cost S$800. Dry-cleaning bill must be painful."

I kid. Tony has never really complained that I've gone OTT. We take stock every now and then, and as he gets greater exposure to the Wonderful World of Woolly Weddings, he realises that our wedding budget is waaaay below average, and yet still tasteful. After this episode, he's also realised that:

I'm not that fussy - I haven't even dragged him to a cake shop. (Apparently, all the women in that show do it. I don't get it either.)
I don't have gradiose ideas of walking down a tall staircase on his arm, wearing a big, poofy white number with a huge, fairy-tale cloud billowing at our feet. Not that that's a bad idea, but I honestly don't see myself pulling it off, and he doesn't have to worry about me tripping and falling over as a result.
I may be Chinese, with as complex a wedding culture as the Macedonians, but we've simplified it heaps and heaps and oodles.

But the most wonderful part of the evening was the absolute weightlessness, and the dawning of reality that we ARE getting married, this IS happening soon, and that's just worth grinning about until the cheeks ache.

# posted by Velle | 11:57 pm

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