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04 September, 2006
Anga's Wedding
Aight, firstly, here's tha shit:
If i kept quiet and dun talk, u'd say i'm an anti-social.
If i kept on talking, u'd say i'm talkative and juz ignore me.
So,
Wad tha PHUCK do u reali want from me..?
Ok, now we can start. So, i've been spending my whole weekend at Johor. Its my cuzzin's wedding. Quite grand la fer a kampong wedding. Lyk hey, they had tha wedding on tha road in front of their house, man!! Isn't dat cool? Haha. We took control of who can pass thru and who can't. Hehx. Sweeet.
So we set off on Saturday. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon...which somehow turned into a tragedy. Tha Malaysian immigration centre was lyk so phreaking packed compared to tha one in Singapore. No offence, but seriouzly man! Anybody present there would probably haf a feel on how tha situation is in a sardine can.
We got stucked there fer lyk 2 and a half hours. Hehx. But hey, there sure was some drama. Muahaha. Somebody vomitted on the floor in front of me. Seriouz shit. I was lyk, "God....." Anyway, he survived. Some bald headed guy helped to bring him to a sickbay, i tink. And then guez wad, nobody did anything to clear tha mess!! Sheeze. Orang dah la lapar, then tha stench reali pierced my nose and then straight to my stomach. Haiz..
Let's skip some parts u'd probably hate to read, and move on to tha wedding itself which was held on tha next day. Woke up shivering. It was lyk a room with ten aircons. I was freezing lyk a fish in a fridge, man. And i was sleeping outside tha house, mind u. I thought it was ok at first, cuz tha previous nite wa kinda warm. But, only God noes how it felt lyk when tha clock struck 2 in tha morning. Bbbbrrrrrr.....
Had 5 pratas fer breakfast. Well, i tink it's pretty obvious now how hungry i was at dat moment. Slacked wit' tha rest of my cuzzins till noon. And then it was tyme fer seriouz business. Hrm, its backstage fer us. We made sure dat everything went smooth, by making sure all tha dishes were clean lar.. So basically, we helped wash tha dishes till late. Who noes how many hundreds of plates and cups we washed.. U noe, if it weren't fer my cuzzin who got married dat time, i culd haf juz punk everyone who came by not cleaning tha dishes well. Hehx. Let them haf oily Nasi Bryani on oily plates. Muahahaha.
Finshed everything at 5 plus. Then we packed and prepared our stuff to go home. Wow. Wad a day.. We had seriouz fun too. Saw a lot of my grand uncles dancing to dangdut. Hehx. SERIOUZ! And i thought they're those seriouz type. Haha. Wierd wierd people i got to meet once in a blue moon. Nice. Hrm, i wonder when wuld be my turn on dat kelamin...i mean pelamin.
End story. Ok, now, tha news of tha death of tha late Steve Irwin is well spread. People are lyk paying him big respect by putting tortises on their msn nicks. Wierd. Juz let him rest in peace la. Hrm, my condolences to his family as well as his fans, though i'm no fan of tha late croc hunter. Lesson learnt: Dun ever look fer death. Juz let it come to u naturally..
Goodnitez.
reminisced;
- 10:05 PM
