it really doesnt matter why you get married, when you get married or even how you get married as long as you and him are happy marrying each other.

i was at this "friend" blog again tonight and as i browsed through her wedding pictures (after viewing the baby pictures some day back) , i cant help but somewhat felt that i probably misunderstood her. i had ignorantly thought her shot-gun marriage was one that would be less than blissful, given my shallow understanding of her predicaments and the drama that may have evolved preceding the marriage. but well, who really hear of happily-ever-after for a union that resides on bearing the consequence of tasting the forbidden fruit?

in her pictures, i saw her eyes twinkle like north star; when her eyes and his eyes meet, a spark glows a bonfire bright. my heart sizzled. perhaps that is all that matter.

and i recalled another's friend's wedding album which i run through not long ago. similar beaming grins, similar wholehearted embrace, some wacky shots of funny expressions and some serene lovebirds' shots that capture a kind of eternity.

of pictures of two faces millimetres apart, noses touching and together, seem to be breathing in a whole new world of each other. i shrugged. perhaps that is all that matter.

i guess that is why wedding photographs are so expensive - they make bliss really bliss and love very love. or perhaps im just sour-graped because when i close my eyes to imagine myself in those pictures, i could not find eyes that would take me to the moon and back.