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1) Loh-yeh : Master 2) Tai-tai: The lady of the house, wife of "master" 3) Tum-Kuat : now, that's a little difficult. Literally, it means"punch-bones" or "hit-bones". A tum-kuat-type massage would be massage given with clenched fists, alternating with the right and left fist and landing the "punches" with the bottom of the fists on the person's back. We hope we got it right there -- Ed. |
 For the requisite tea ceremony, I
wore a red kua-top and hubby kept the same basic black
suit on but this time with a red cravat that yes, you
guessed it, was the same material as my kua. We really
hammed it up during the studio photography, making like
"loh-yeh" and "tai-tai" complete with
lap dog. Here we are, with "loh-yeh" in his
seat and me giving him a "tum-kuat-type"
massage, replete with our real doggy at his foot. The
only thing lacking are our lackeys in trenchcoats but the
photographer and his assistant looked a mite nervous so
we told the lackeys to go and harass some other people
until "loh-yeh" and "tai-tai" were
done at the studio. Hubby wanted an outfit ala
"Chan Chen" (historical pugilist who fought the
Japanese during the occupation in China, made famous by
Bruce Lee in "Fist of Fury") but he just wanted
a boring Mandarin collar suit. After much cajoling I
persuaded him to put on a chi-pao which would match my
cheong sum. He looked pained throughout the whole
measuring session at the designers’ and wanted to
pass out at the material chosen -- matte gold with brown
trimming, in phoenix and dragon motif. His idea of colour
after all, was black and blue. To complete the outfit, I
found a nifty pair of Chan Chen-type shoes for a whole $8
at Yue Hwa in People's Park. With white socks and a
coolie-inspired white t-shirt, my very own Chan Chen was
ready to face the baddies, and defend his sweetheart.Being full-bodied and rotund, I do not look good in a cheongsum but not wanting to renegade on the theme I had chosen, I wore a cheongsum matching hubby’s chi-pao and hid my flabby arms under a $6 scarf begotten at Serangoon Road. My hair was up in a complicated kind of chignon and I had chopsticks in my hair to complete the look. In our wedding dinner invitations, I had printed the theme and ‘ordered’ close friends and relatives to come dressed in their chinoiserie best. It was really touching to see those who had bothered to buy or tailor their outfits just for the night. Wracked with nightmares that no one would turn up at my wedding, I was relieved and glad that people did come and better yet, they turned up in their chinoiserie best. [page 1] [page 3] |
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