Came back 1 something in the morning, took ANOTHER shower and crawled into bed only to have the damn alarm go off some hours later. Sleep deprived and tu lan at the same time, I dragged myself out of bed showered (yet again) and changed because the tea ceremony's this (Sunday) morning.
Lined the stomach with dim sum that my bro managed to find (so much for a McDs breakfast), we left with the intention of having another breakfast in Tun Aminah. The 'rents had Chinese, my bro and I had mamak. RM5 for 2 people... cannot complain too much lah, especially when he had roti telur bawang and I had a thosai, along with hot and iced teh tarik. All that would've cost more than RM5 back in KL (no?).
We got to cousin's new crib with plenty of time to spare this time and hung around waiting for my cousin (the groom) to return with his bride. It wasn't too long before we heard the persistent honking of the bridal convoy which meant that they're back.
I don't quite get the significance of the time alone with the family before the tea ceremony (or whether it's actually part of the proceedings for that matter, but whatever lah). Loads of pictures were taken by loads of people. It'll be a long time before I see any of THOSE pictures, and I'll be fine with that.
Don't remember what time the tea ceremony ITSELF started, but it was in descending order - from parents of the bride and groom, grandparents, uncles and aunts, other older relatives, and then younger and unmarried cousins. My older cousin (groom's older sister) got both tea and angpau from the newlyweds (heh heh) as she's still unmarried.
After that we all had a light lunch (cousin's maternal aunts were busy making a ruckus making lunch) and hung around for a bit. But I was more eager to go back and do other stuff than to hang around sweating and being grumpy from being sweaty and sticky.
Spent the few free hours going through the la la mall next door again, had a dip in the hotel pool, showered and a futile attempt at a short nap. Mum bought a couple of Happy Meals and helped myself to a burger, (flat) drink and some fries before I finally got round to changing and went downstairs to the ballroom to "help out". Ended up taking "attendance" of the attendees instead.
Makan was alright and the angmos at the table (the Kiwi second cousins and the French Canadian) were just taking it in. As there were two empty seats, there was plenty of food for everyone, especially the guys. Seperated from their parents (who were at the next table), the second cousins got to indulge a little in the free flow alcohol. As the older white guy at the table, Guillaume fielded the beer drinking questions from second cousin Sam.
Aside from answering their questions about the proceedings (to the best of my abilities, with help from the other people at the table), it was a little interesting persuading them to try some of the dishes, particularly the sharksfin soup (which was absent or in minute portions). I didn't know whether to laugh or groan when the Canadian was into the lotus leaf rice, the second last course (and also one of the blandest) of the night which I usually don't go for. But it's pretty bland, so that might explain it...
At least this time we didn't have to rush off as we were only staying upstairs, so we lingered a while longer, seeing off the guests and relations.
Lined the stomach with dim sum that my bro managed to find (so much for a McDs breakfast), we left with the intention of having another breakfast in Tun Aminah. The 'rents had Chinese, my bro and I had mamak. RM5 for 2 people... cannot complain too much lah, especially when he had roti telur bawang and I had a thosai, along with hot and iced teh tarik. All that would've cost more than RM5 back in KL (no?).
We got to cousin's new crib with plenty of time to spare this time and hung around waiting for my cousin (the groom) to return with his bride. It wasn't too long before we heard the persistent honking of the bridal convoy which meant that they're back.
I don't quite get the significance of the time alone with the family before the tea ceremony (or whether it's actually part of the proceedings for that matter, but whatever lah). Loads of pictures were taken by loads of people. It'll be a long time before I see any of THOSE pictures, and I'll be fine with that.
Don't remember what time the tea ceremony ITSELF started, but it was in descending order - from parents of the bride and groom, grandparents, uncles and aunts, other older relatives, and then younger and unmarried cousins. My older cousin (groom's older sister) got both tea and angpau from the newlyweds (heh heh) as she's still unmarried.
After that we all had a light lunch (cousin's maternal aunts were busy making a ruckus making lunch) and hung around for a bit. But I was more eager to go back and do other stuff than to hang around sweating and being grumpy from being sweaty and sticky.
Spent the few free hours going through the la la mall next door again, had a dip in the hotel pool, showered and a futile attempt at a short nap. Mum bought a couple of Happy Meals and helped myself to a burger, (flat) drink and some fries before I finally got round to changing and went downstairs to the ballroom to "help out". Ended up taking "attendance" of the attendees instead.
Makan was alright and the angmos at the table (the Kiwi second cousins and the French Canadian) were just taking it in. As there were two empty seats, there was plenty of food for everyone, especially the guys. Seperated from their parents (who were at the next table), the second cousins got to indulge a little in the free flow alcohol. As the older white guy at the table, Guillaume fielded the beer drinking questions from second cousin Sam.
Aside from answering their questions about the proceedings (to the best of my abilities, with help from the other people at the table), it was a little interesting persuading them to try some of the dishes, particularly the sharksfin soup (which was absent or in minute portions). I didn't know whether to laugh or groan when the Canadian was into the lotus leaf rice, the second last course (and also one of the blandest) of the night which I usually don't go for. But it's pretty bland, so that might explain it...
At least this time we didn't have to rush off as we were only staying upstairs, so we lingered a while longer, seeing off the guests and relations.
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