Carrie and Freman stand in front of Justice Pauline Sim

The Wedding Vows We Wrote and the Faces We Made

There’s just something about putting Freman and me together. It somehow creates this awkward comedy sideshow that can get really entertaining. It’s like when you place a sachet of powder into water and, BOOM, you get legendary sea monkeys. That’s how it is with us. Except the sea monkeys, in this case, are everyone in stitches, while our vows and us were the powder and water.

Another Kind of Beautiful

Our big day saw us at our comedic best and we weren’t even trying. I think that’s just how we are and it’s called “cannot maintain”.

Carrie cannot contain her laughter at her own solemnization

Freman was pointing out that everyone else’s wedding photos were of them sobbing, tears dripping down their faces, oh-so-touching and beautiful and ours was another kind of beautiful. You know, face crumpled and nose scrunched up from guffawing, level of beautiful.

Groomsman helping with identifying the right vow envlope

If anyone could cry listening to the contents of our wedding vows, it would be because they were dying of laughter. I mean, come on, the epic proposal involved chicken nuggets, who would expect a sappy standard exchange of vows?

The Last Minute Hug Buddha Leg Vow Writing

And while we were so in sync and painfully hilarious, we really didn’t practice our wedding vows at all. No dry run and all that jazz. We basically wrote them the night before the wedding. Placed them in the envelope, and left them till we needed them.

Wedding vows in envelope from Tokyu Hands

We were busy burning the midnight oil, looking for wedding vow references, and scribbling away on this Tokyu Hands letter, and envelope set we picked up a few days before. Freman was even tempted to ad-lib his vows.

Just look at our Justice of Peace, Pauline, laughing like we’re doing an amateur Comedy Central segment.

Here are the wedding vows we wrote and the faces we made. If it’s not as funny as I cracked it up to be, let’s just say it’s all in the delivery.

Our Wedding Vows

His Wedding Vows

A couple at their solemnization about to share their vows

I, Freman Goh, take you, Carrie Sim, to be my wife, my partner in life (and crime), and my one true love. I promise to cherish this marriage and love you more each day than the day before. I will trust you, respect you, laugh with you, and cry with you.

Regardless of any future obstacles that we may face, I will be patient and love you faithfully at all times.

From this day forward, I give you my hand, heart, my love, my wallet, and more importantly, your endless supply of Chicken McNuggets till the end of time.

My Wedding Vows

Freman listening to Carrie share her wedding vows

I, Carrie Sim, take you, Freman Goh, to be my husband.

You are my personal nugget dealer, number one salesman, partner-in-crime, and seven consecutive year winner of the “Boyfriend of the Year” title awarded by my panel of besties. Now you can give someone else a chance.

As we now become a party of two in this game of life, I can’t promise to take on the role of Mercy, healing you when you kena damage, but I vow to definitely be your Winston, tanking all the shots fired.

I’ll never fight your battles for you, but I promise to always have your back and you’ll always have my ears.

While I am and will continue to be your imperfect other half and cannot help but be grumpy when I’m hangry and tired, I promise that “this shall pass” once I am filled with food or get some sleep.

And of course, when tough times come, I vow to stay and never leave, like that unmovable pile of barang barang in our room. May our relationship strengthen like our solid 916 gold wedding bands, increasing in value in times of crisis and staying strong in times of peace.

A Little Bit of Sentimental Reflection

When I decided to date Freman, I knew exactly what I wanted in a partner. I didn’t want to date someone and then cry myself to sleep. I didn’t want to keep wondering if someone I cared about really loved me for me. All my erratic overthinking state, dry humor, farts, fats, and all. I would rather laugh myself silly till the wind’s knocked out of my chest cavity. Or until my face folds up till it’s ugly. Guess who intuitively got the job scope and rocked it?

While I often obstinately insist that Freman was the one who got lucky with me. And yes, we both definitely got lucky with each other. I know the truth is, maybe I got a wee bit luckier.


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