The Wedding Game

Last night, my family watched The Wedding Game on the computer-out of obligation since Yan's senior colleague lend him the dvd. I already knew that the movie was a "flop" since I did not recall any favourable reviews of this movie starring the celebrity love birds, Christopher Lee and Fann Wong. It was indeed very boring, highly predictable with borderline acting and the only person who enjoyed the show was Rachel who stayed up till 1am. Rachel loves the multi-layer wedding cake and the Malaysian kampongs which reminded her of "po po" (yan's mum) and her house in Kluang.

Actually I was in much discomfort watching the show, battling cramps or trapped wind and of all places it was "tearing" at the c scar. Hell it was painful and my womb was like contracting??? I never had a single contraction birthing rachel and to me, this flatulence episode or any constipation was bad enough. I just cannot imagine a "live" natural delivery. No more downing ice cold green tea from the fridge late at night for me. OUCH!

In the movie, there was a scene where the lead actor and actress had to appear topless in a commerical when they were obviously not yet in love with each other. I suddenly thought, "Hey, I can do that!" That thought intrigued me and I realised how marriage had changed me. Before I was married I would never be caught dead in such a situation as being topless with anyone, man or woman. In fact, there was a little chalet incident that made me upset as a young girl when I was "taken advantage" of.

The gymnastics team were having a time out at the Pasir Ris chalet. All the college girls, we were granted the only bed to sleep for the night while the 5-6 guys were to sleep on the floor. We slept late of course, being teenagers, we had some gym training in the day and probably some silly games sans alcohol till late night. In the morning, I was surprised to find a hand, a male hand on my waist and his hairy legs on my ever soft smooth one. God!!! One of the most idiotic male gymnast, KT, had crept up and slept beside me along with the other 3 girls and God knows how long!!!! I was indignant but since I was the only one awake and not wanting to create a scene, I pushed him off me and said "you should be on the floors".

Not wanting to sound like a prude, I also recalled another "older" incident. It happened during cell meeting and we were praying in tongues asking the Lord to impress upon us. Well I saw myself hugging Yan and we were both topless!!!! GASP!!!! Was it from God or was it from me??? Of course I could not share with the cell what I received. The fact was I was loving the feelings both physical and emotional in the scene and Yan was only a close friend, not yet my boyfriend.

I guess my feelings for him grew slowly but steadily after that. He's such a comfort to be with. An excellent companion who had patiently waited for me. Never once did he took any advantage of my feeling downcast and depressed over the entire Wilson saga. He just waited sincerely and ever so patiently as a dear brother and friend. It helped that he was interested in me first though I was wary of him being almost 3 years younger and a Malaysian.

Eventually, Yan surprised me with a proposal. The setting. The outdoor jacuzzi at the Grand Parkroyal Hotel where we were just asked by the two Julies to visit. It was a starry night and i saw the new moon in the sky. Years ago, I told the Lord that I do not want guys to woo me with flowers, chocolates, teddy bears, rings, a car or even a condo. What I want was a sincere heart. So when he asked sincerely without any rings or flowers or anything, "Will you marry me?" It was a "Of course!" complete with a passionate bikini hug. The rest is history.

So now that I am married, I can picture myself posing nude for paintings or filming even. Afterall its only acting. I wanted much to be a model when I was young, a lingerie model since I was more blest in my sexy figure than my 1.57 m frame. I could model all sorts of lingerie, half cup, 3/4 cup, just cup with hands or let my hair cover the nipples like an Ariel, the little Mermaid. Then the G strings, T backs, low backs, brazilian, since my bum was tight, smooth and firm. I don't know about it now, I have not got the time to check them nowadays.....HAHAHA. I know Yan would not mind if I pose nude, he is pro-nudist himself but of course, I do not want to anger or embarrass my entire extended family and the church, especially the very conservative traditional brethen church that I grew up in.