death by paper cut

{November 7, 2006}   here comes the bride…

i am only bothered with the weddings of very close friends i.e. a handful of childhood girl-friends. just today, one of these friends informed me that she has registered her marriage, secured an apartment flat, done the necessary etc, mostly fuss free.

i am glad that my close girl-friends happen to be very like minded and opt for the less-frills arrangements. no artificial pomp and ceremony, the resulting exuberance all stem from a contagious happiness and an effervescing anticipation of a future together.

just a few years ago, getting hitched for life seems to be an intimidating thought – a very ‘adult’ thing to do. but now the shadows of apprehension have been shone off and the mutual commitment to sign on the dotted line seems to be the most beautiful and natural thing to do. perhaps that is why i am only bothered with the weddings of very close friends, we’ve seen each other grow out of our nerdy awkward pre-teen years, shared our more tumultuous moments, supported each other as we launched into the workforce or relocated into a foreign land, and now we’re here again to witness a significant life-changing decision.

to me, attending a friend’s wedding is but a part of the undulating journey of life. therefore, as i’ve assured the three dear girls (dt, sc, jt) that although i didn’t/wouldn’t manage to attend the wedding itself being overseas, i’ll be there everyday of their marriage.

why do you think people get married? because we need a witness to our lives. there’s a billion people on the planet. what does one life really mean? but in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything – the good things, the bad things, the mundane things, all of it, all the time, everyday. you’re saying, “you’re life will not go unnoticed, because i will notice it. you life will not go unwitnessed, because i will be your witness.”

-from shall we dance


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