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attended sis' wedding last night. it was happy and sad at the same time. dunno why i am feeling sad lah. but it was definitely more of being happy for her.
went to hotel and had makeup done by the makeup artist. i think she was damn irritated with my sis and i cos both of us have the habit of blinking non stop when she applied mascara and eyeliner for us. haha, i can see tt she was close to feeling exasperated.
then fast fwd to the reception, i was just looking through the very thick book of wedding pics. my sis looked fat in the photos loh, and that person doesnt look like her at all. i dun remember knowing such a feminine sister. hahaha, and duh. of course i suaned her for looking fat in the photos. but she definitely looked gorgeous last night.
the dinner started off with the usual start: showing of slides of the groom's and bride's lives and how their path meet, etc. i almost cried lah, was tearing like mad when i saw my sister's photos from her baby photos to her poly days, including 1 that we sisters took together when i was only 4 or 5. but i can't cry, cos there's an annoying thing called mascara that will smear like mad when it touches water.
it just brought back all the memories i had of my sis since i was young. she was my role model. i idolised her when i was young (cos i have no other role models?)
she made me stash away all my frilly girly dresses for jeans cos she never ever wear skirts in her sec sch days. i thought it was cool to wear jeans cos she wore them, so i followed suit.
she made me have a relatively high threshold of pain (and a morbid liking for the pain of having a bruise) cos she always pinched me till i bruised when i touched her things. i got so used to having pinched.
she made me developed a habit of labelling all my things nicely cos she does that. and she has really nice labels, which i tried to copy but i failed cos my handwriting is not as nice as hers.
she made me develop a liking for cards. she always buys me very very nice cards on my birthdays since i was 3 or 4. and i love them to bits. so now, i can spend 2 hours in a gift shop just looking at cards.
she was the one who introduced me to something known as frontpage when she did her poly proj (and due to the fact tt i kaypohed a lot and always stare at her doing her proj). that's when i picked up my little basic html skills.
when we grew older, we got a little more distant with her busy with her work and studies and me busy with my own stuff. but we still never forget to poke fun of each other all the time. (okay, it's just me poking fun of her cos she's very much shorter than i am)
but she was always there morally for me, comforting me when mum scolds me, talking to me when i scored 24 for my sec4 term 2 or 3 report. never blaming me when i made her receive scoldings from my mum. the worse one that she got because of me was because she bought a pager (yea, that was ancient years ago) and i accidentally blurted it out.
basically, my sister shaped me into what i am today. most of my habits are influenced by her.
i love her so much. so much that i cant even imagine it myself till yesterday when i saw her in her wedding gown, hand-in-hand with the guy whom she had gone through thick and thin with for the past 8 years.
wah lau, i'm tearing now again. i'm just a crybaby. my sister better not know this, or she'll poke fun of me forever. but i dun mind she poking fun of me. cos, she is my only sister.