Everyone’s been talking about the boy’s wedding vows...
Since posting our wedding video last week, everyone’s been talking about
our the boy’s wedding vows.
We wrote our own vows and didn’t hear each other’s until the ceremony itself.
I spent about a week on mine and I honestly thought they were the best vows in the world (HAHA)… I even nagged at the boy for days before the wedding (“eh you write your vows already not?!”) and boasted so much about mine (“I tell you ah, my vows really nubbad okayyy”).
But I forgot this is THE BOY we are talking about… how could I ever expect to outwit his talk-cock-ness?
Here’re the transcripts:
I, Flora, take you Garry, to be my husband. I know that becoming my husband means that you will continue to fart in bed when I’m trying to sleep and that you’ll forbid me from buying more Hello Kitty, but that’s okay. Because today I become your wife
I vow to love you, not only on this perfect day, but every single day of your life, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, and for even poorer when I’ve been shopping a lot.
I vow to love you in all your forms now and forever and to have the patience that love demands. To let you fish and play all the DOTA and magic cards you want. To watch my temper and to never let our fights last more than an hour. To always remember that this deep, true love we share is worth fighting for and to always let my heart be your shelter and my arms be your home.
Ok lah… now looking back at it a year on, the last part is too cheesy for my liking. If I have a chance to redo it (maybe when we renew our vows lol), I’ll remove all traces of cheesy love love kiss kiss stuff.
And here’s presenting to you his vows…
water to my ocean
honey on my pancakes
spring in my step
sparkle in my eye
blue in my sky
Chocolate to my sundae
flip to my flop
milk to my cookie
sweet in my dreams
beat of my heart
Chilli to my Bak Chor mee
round to my ball
Best to my friend
Love of my life
I promise not to forget our anniversaries or birthdays, and to always have cake for all our celebrations, except blackforest cakes.
I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you, through thick and thin, though fat and skinny, even when you’re old, senile and smelly.
It’s a miracle to find the kind of peace and happiness that you’ve given me, and in honor of that miracle, I pledge before our family and friends to love and to cherish you forever.
He confessed to me later that he’d wanted to term me the lard in his bakchormee WTF but was afraid that I would be offended.
“I tell you ah, the lard is THE most important ingredient in bakchormee okay. Without it, it will be damn pai jiak!!”