Rant & Raves

Yesterday I went to Johor Bahru to attend a friend’s wedding dinner (not really JB, but the place is located at Skudai). On the way to JB, I dropped by to Seremban to pick up my friends so that we will go together. But I was damn tired because the day before, I just attended another friend’s wedding in Cheras. I guess my group of friends is as of age of getting married.

I reached my house in Seremban and noticed there were a lot of grenades on the front porch! (Translation: the pee and poo produced by my four lovely dogs) I couldn’t stand it so I took some time to clean up the whole place. Normally it wasn’t that dirty but because my mom and sis went off to Turkey for a 2 weeks vacation, so no one was at home, except my brother-in-law, whom was too busy playing games on his PS2!

Anyway, after cleaning up the place, my friends arrived and we set off to JB. Before reaching the wedding dinner place, we went to City Square (a shopping mall really close to the custom) to pick up my girlfriend. We met a lot of friends at the Coffee Bean and I figured that must be the only hang-out place in JB.

After some searching, we finally found the restaurant, and guess what! The wedding was so unorganized that we had no place to sit! After some searching and shifting, we finally found our places with some complete stranger aunties and those aunties were very hostile looking!

Then the wedding started. Oh my beholly gawd, the fog machine (can you believe that they have a fog machine installed there?) started to chuck out a big ass fog, and then, to our bewilderment, the disco lights (those found in really really old disco. Refer to John Trovolta’s The Saturday Night Fever if you need some visual) came on, and we were half blinded by the lights and half choked by the fog. The nightmare has begun…

After the announcement of the newly wed, those hostile looking aunties started to line up to the stage to sing, and it was such an unfortunate event that our table was directly in front of the big ass speakers. But that’s not the end of the nightmares… those aunties were really bad (I think if without the music, I won’t even know if they were singing or talking) and they were singing Hokkien (local dialect) songs! All of us were trying to control our laughter, and we failed miserably. We laughed hysterically and the hostile looking aunties just gawked at us.

Well, it was a nightmare but then, we learn something new: be prepared when you attend those wedding dinners at a small town. You will be enchanted and bewildered.