while a friend and i were chatting, the topic of weddings came up. we both agreed that of late, there has been a wedding and two hundred to attend. forking out money for angpow is now so frequent that one day i’ll have to break open my piggy bank for emergency purposes.
(another friend just told me so and so has just gotten married recently.)
so we’re of marriageable age, huh, we pondered.
in reality, everyone is marriageable when they hit 16, for all you know. in some countries, younger. in this context, however, we meant that we are now responsible adults, working and making a living, have your own career and financially stable to take that one giant leap forward to secure that ball and chain … no?
another friend asked how i’d imagine my wedding to be. uhm, i cracked my head. i never thought about it, honestly, i said.
he asked if i fancied the champagne popping ceremony on stage during the wedding reception, the fake 5-tiered wedding cake and the slide show of pictures of the happily married couple.
now what’s wrong the the slide show? i like that.
irregardless of being of marriageable age, i don’t think i’ll ever be ready to think and plan for my future wedding … i’ll just be my procrastinating self and worry about it when it comes.
it so happens that i’m unable to attend an old high school classmate’s wedding at the end of the month.
does it mean i still have to give an angpow?
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