we the spectators

Was admitting rather sheepishly some time back to a good friend that I wasn’t being much of a friend to her and the rest of the gals back when they were preparing for their big day. I didn’t help in their wedding preps…at all. We didn’t hold any hen parties. I didn’t sleep over. And in the case of F, I didn’t even join in her bertandang (gasps!).

And although she was mighty miffed at me for that, she admitted that she didn’t exactly pitch in to help her friends either. She pointed out that perhaps we were too caught up with the westernized idea of girlfriends pitching in to help each other out for their big days. According to her, they had to do that cos, over there, they don’t exactly have the privilege of having their extended family close by to help out. Friends were therefore very important in ensuring that the big day goes along fine.

It made sense when she puts it like that. Our aunties, uncles, cousins – the whole big gang, are overly eager to chip in with the wedding preps, and it doesn’t seem nice to refuse them. So by the time our friends come into the picture, they’ll usually be left with nothing to do. Hence, I’ve been a spectator to my friends’ weddings. And hence, they’re spectators to my preps now.

Not that I mind. I’m fine with it actually. So what’s the point of this entry? Hehhhe I’m not exactly sure.

Anyways, you gals are always welcome to chip in with the wedding preps anytime you want, that is, provided the tasks haven’t been snapped up by my over-eager relatives :P

And hey, even if you don’t, you’re no lesser a friend to me yah!