Yes, you're reading it here first... possibly before the Bride herself does. Hee hee hee.
Late Monday night...
22:43:54 The Bride-to-be: anyways.... but tmw still can go see ur stylist??
22:44:13 ME Inc.: oh!
22:44:25 ME Inc.: i didn't know you were planning to use him
22:44:32 ME Inc.: didn't make appt!
22:44:34 ME Inc.: you want?
22:44:36 The Bride-to-be: :$.... i also didnt... :$:$...
22:44:38 ME Inc.: i try to text him now?
22:44:39 The Bride-to-be: yaa... i wan :$..
22:44:45 The Bride-to-be: wah.. now? not too late?
22:47:16 ME Inc.: aiyo
22:47:42 ME Inc.: if he can't?
22:47:50 The Bride-to-be: then jus walk around find one lor :$
Couldn't, and still can't, believe it. *smacks forehead*
Tuesday afternoon, fourteen hours later...
We made it! Well, she made it.
That's my man, by the way. The one I can trust absolutely, and the one I've been with for the past six years or so.
Got her pretty brown hair all curled and flicked, and we zipped across the road to Bobbi Brown. Not bad, huh? She's got the big names fussing all over her for her wedding. And of course, she's got the Fatmama to publicise her big day. Smart girl.
"Got a lot of make-up on my face!" The poor thing never had so much colorful stuff piled upon her face in one week. The Fatmama empathized totally; it's like your face desperately needs some oxygen supply.
But the girl tried too hard to plead with the lady who refused to have anyone mess with her work of art, and so the Fatmama was asked to butt in again: "Honey, yes there's a lot of color, but it's looking good, you're looking pretty and you definitely need the colors to show up pretty in the pictures." Snap snap snap, and she was convinced.
The Fatmama did tell the lady though, "I think let's just skip the mascara..."
Two hours later...
We zipped back across the road to the Fatmobile who was all ready to zip the bride to the registry, where the groom was awaiting - or, was supposed to be awaiting.
Hmm. Curly wurls and a full palette complete with the lined eyes and penciled brows. Fatmama said to the Bride, "I think today I can call you 'Jie Jie' for once."
Twenty minutes later...
"Hellooo?? Where are you?! Where's my dress?! We're getting married in five minutes!"
Fatmama really ought not to, but she was sniggering away at the back.
Couldn't, and still can't, believe it.
Five minutes later...
There you go... a bride ought to be in white. Hey, it rhymes.
She ran to the car the moment it turned into the carpark, then ran to the bathroom to get all changed, then ran back to the car to dump the stuff, then ran to the office where we were all waiting, then ran back to the car again to get the flowers, then ran to the office to register, then ran out to the car again to get the her identification, then finally ran back to the office again.
She couldn't even stop running on her own wedding day. Sigh.
Looking all pretty, but holding on to a... work file?
Yeppers, she was rummaging through all her work papers, frantically looking for the "print-out of our online application".
And then, "Shit, I think I got the wrong file."
Couldn't, and still can't, believe it. *smacks forehead*
Some ten minutes or so later...
After all the nitty gritty bits of the registration were over and done with, the Bride was looking all relaxed and goofy again.
But you're starting to lose your curls, babe. :/
More snap, snap, snap. With the folks, with the buddies. With all but the Fatmama!
Hmph!!!
Another fifteen minutes or so later...
Just what the Fatmama had been waiting for... the air-conditioned waiting room. Just about another four more couples to go.
The Bride was starting to get all excited and really giggly, thanks in part to the Rod. But the Fatmama spied some nervousness beyond her lens.
And you know why the Fatmama loves her girl so?
She remembered her usual goofy, monkey-faced self on such a big day like today. :)
Ah. It's tough to be a paparazzi.
You snap away all afternoon and all you get is ONE picture with the big-shot, just before the battery runs flat.
And yes, it's a rather big embarrassment for a paparazzi to have run out of battery just before the actual ceremony gets underway. It did, and I was.
It must have been these damned pretty flowers I kept snapping away at. I don't know what's with me and those flowers, but I must have been feeling a tad furious for not getting that one million pound I demanded for today's exclusive coverage by the Fatmama.
Pretty pretty.
Especially you, my babe.
Congratulations, and be happy everyday always.
Er... la kopi tomorrow night hor?
Post-script: This photo-story coverage thingy is becoming an occupational hazard! Aaahh!!! Click on the pictures to see more.
1 comment:
yo mama!!!
The pics are beautiful!! especially the last one where i not looking so goofy... ha
Thanks!!!!!
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