Jupes got married one Saturday in October. She’s an October baby too so in the same month, she had her birthday and also got hitched. I’ve seen people get married off (boy were we glad to get Auntie SF off our hands) but I guess when I saw her husband lift her veil as she sat in her parent’s bedroom in the house that I took a nap in on the very first day I knew her, I was overwhelmed by bittersweet emotions.

Jupes had always been the friend I could turn to. She was the one with the car in hall – the daredevil driver who we’d all scream at when she made a very very late turn in order to exit an expressway. She made things happen and wanted all the different experiences one could have in life – trying out for a game show and actually being on a game show, wakeboarding up a storm, speaking French like a native, going on exchange in Brussels. She was a banker and now a baker. She filled her days up with appointments, things to do, it was always go-go-go but she never forgets about the rest of us and me.

Being Jupes who throws the most awesome birthday parties – her annual birthday parties were legendary, think drunken speeches at locations I would never think I was atas enough to go to if it wasn’t for her invitation – of course, her wedding was equally epic. All her bridesmaid had matching pink dresses and wedges (except me with my horrid balance – Jupes was the most un-Bridezilla and very sweetly got me a pair of pink flats that I’m still wearing – unlike Auntie who requested us to wear apple green and we ended up in varying shades of green to rival a vegetable stall). The dinner was a breezy, Shanghai themed affair and thankfully the ultra-heavy downpour stopped just a hour before the solemnisation started. Burkill Hall at Botanic Gardens, a two-storey open air colonial house played host to twenty odd tables.

The bride handmade the macaroons and desserts served before the solemnisation. She had a glorious tired wedding cake that was beautiful to look at and surprisingly, yummy too!

And she wore a gorgeous white wedding gown, the same one she donned in the morning, as she walked down the pebbled path with her father to the pastor (priest?) and her soon-to-be husband. There were three dress changes through the night but my favourite was her lace-detailed cheongsam (seen here). It was elegant and simple just like the lady Jupes has always been.

(So Jupes got married two months ago and I started this entry then, only to have the two lines just lying in-situ until this day in office when I just refuse to work – Christmas was just two days ago! Another thing I don’t miss about the ex-worker bee hive – having to make sure you do enough work to complete your timesheet no matter how reluctant or allergic you are to work.)