I'm hooked up on something that I really don't want to be. It happened such a long time ago and it's not worth entertaining even the thought of it.
//But still the green monster in me rears her ugly head//
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
one too many
For the first time in my life, I was bored at a wedding.
I've decided not to indulge my shutterbug fingers and just absorb the celebratory atmosphere of two people vowing their lives away to each other. I find that I don't necessarily experience these things in its entirety because I concentrate too much on getting good pictures. I thought today will be as good a day as any. I've been to so many weddings over the past three years so the novelty has worn off a long time ago. If I'm not busy snapping away, I'm up and down, doing the legwork. I was doing neither today.
Don't get me wrong, weddings are beautiful. The bride is dressed up in the whitest of whites (now more off white as dictated by fashion), chocked full of lace, sequins and all things shiny. The groom is looks smart in his tailored suit. The groomsmen matches the colour of the bridesmaids dresses. A few hundred witnesses watching as the lovely couple take their first steps into the world as one.
It made me think. Essentially, all weddings are the same. It starts off with groom and groomsmen waiting at the end of the aisle whilst bridesmaids take slow steps in time to the music to the alter followed by the bride and her dad. Worship. Prayer. A little message. Vows, rings, registry then kiss. Walk back down the aisle. Greet both sets of mums and dads, wave to close friends, smile akwardly to others. Obligatory group shot. End of ceremony. Food. Cut to the reception. Canapés, wine, champers. Bridal party, speeches, food. More speeches. Cutting of cake. More food & speeches. Clinking of glasses. Toasts. Crying dad on bride's side. First waltz/dance/shuffling and twirling. Everyone on the dance floor. Crazy uncle on groom's side takes centre stage. (In asian weddings, no one on the dance floor. Everyone looks awkwardly away.) Dessert, tea and coffee. Home.
Simple. A few variations here and there but the recipe is pretty much the same. And to think I've got so many more to go to in the first six months of this year. I'd better be prepared and start taking some photos before I go out of my mind.
post script 18.06.10
I had an ulterior motive for not taking photos at the said wedding. I just think it probably wasn't appropriate for me to have more pictures of what could have been. He and I are good friends but one can always avoid temptation, right?
I've decided not to indulge my shutterbug fingers and just absorb the celebratory atmosphere of two people vowing their lives away to each other. I find that I don't necessarily experience these things in its entirety because I concentrate too much on getting good pictures. I thought today will be as good a day as any. I've been to so many weddings over the past three years so the novelty has worn off a long time ago. If I'm not busy snapping away, I'm up and down, doing the legwork. I was doing neither today.
Don't get me wrong, weddings are beautiful. The bride is dressed up in the whitest of whites (now more off white as dictated by fashion), chocked full of lace, sequins and all things shiny. The groom is looks smart in his tailored suit. The groomsmen matches the colour of the bridesmaids dresses. A few hundred witnesses watching as the lovely couple take their first steps into the world as one.
It made me think. Essentially, all weddings are the same. It starts off with groom and groomsmen waiting at the end of the aisle whilst bridesmaids take slow steps in time to the music to the alter followed by the bride and her dad. Worship. Prayer. A little message. Vows, rings, registry then kiss. Walk back down the aisle. Greet both sets of mums and dads, wave to close friends, smile akwardly to others. Obligatory group shot. End of ceremony. Food. Cut to the reception. Canapés, wine, champers. Bridal party, speeches, food. More speeches. Cutting of cake. More food & speeches. Clinking of glasses. Toasts. Crying dad on bride's side. First waltz/dance/shuffling and twirling. Everyone on the dance floor. Crazy uncle on groom's side takes centre stage. (In asian weddings, no one on the dance floor. Everyone looks awkwardly away.) Dessert, tea and coffee. Home.
Simple. A few variations here and there but the recipe is pretty much the same. And to think I've got so many more to go to in the first six months of this year. I'd better be prepared and start taking some photos before I go out of my mind.
post script 18.06.10
I had an ulterior motive for not taking photos at the said wedding. I just think it probably wasn't appropriate for me to have more pictures of what could have been. He and I are good friends but one can always avoid temptation, right?
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