The journey starts as early as 5 in the morning. I was half dragging and half yawning and my friend car arrives to pick me up. My flight is at 7 but i ridiculously insisted that i am to lazy to prepare any breakfast, i rather had mine at the 24 hours McDonald's restaurant at the airport.
Without realizing that the airlines served breakfast as well, i had my second breakfast amongst the clouds.
Arrived at KLIA around 9; coupons for the taxi and another hours journey in silence. I don't have the habit of starting a conversation with the taxi driver, not that I'm afraid. I just think that talking to much may distract the driver from his job: in this case, driving ^^ ...
Divinekid, in case you are looking for me all over KL...i am staying at Cititel-Midvalley. The timetable was so packed that i doubt we have the luxury to find each other. I barely had time to hunt for my Figma's too! ==" Maybe next time.
Checked in only to find the room are not ready yet. Looking for a place to eat, (lunch) opted for Sushi King - yes, Oren carries a lot of cash nowadays! Spending the rest of my mid days having a nap.
Attending a wedding, thousands of kilometres from home:
Woke up at 5 in the afternoon. Wedding starts at 8 in the evening. My cousin wedding...4 years younger than me; already a lawyer, married to a Hong Kong guy. Venue: Mandarin Oriental KLCC. Decided not to wear anything fancy because I'm going there using a taxi. I can't imagine having my evening gown stuck inside the cab or got ripped and torn while getting in and out of the vehicle. I can't take that chances.
The driver drives his cab like rat with it's tail on fire. I don't dare look at the road or how fast he is going making speedy twist and turns, so i plugged in my MP3 and try to look away, elsewhere. That guy can perform wonderful multi tasking skills while driving the taxi at 100km/ph. Text-ing SMS and answering calls.
Errrgghhh...! Don't want to say more about it. In short i made it alive to the hotel and early.
The wedding invitation card says: Formal Attire. I didn't stray away from the rules but i look more like the hotel attendants than a wedding guest with my Work Jacket, blouses and slack pants. Good thing i did not pinned my Name Tag on it. In comparison, 99% of the female guest are into night gowns, kebaya's and other elegant looking clothing. I look like office roughnecks ^^V
Seated with strangers, shake hands with grand-uncle, grand-aunty, oba-chans, cousins, nieces, uncles, family associates...faking smiles for the photo taking. The night pace feels slow. Deep in my heart i murmured "...nak...balik...nak...balik..." I am holding on - at least the free food is the good side of the whole camaraderie. Even the band are playing songs I'm not familiar with...and to think that i was the self proclaimed music masters of AIC.
To my surprise, food presentation was the first events! Food! Food! Food! Food! To my relief, it was served on a single plate so everybody had their share. Some dinner served food on a big plate and everybody on the table will start to scoop up the dishes. i find such method to embarrassing. Off course i need to "control ayu". I don't want to be the wedding jester of the month. ==V I am also very weak when it comes too FO_OD!
Luck is going downhill, and gaining momentum, fast!
The wedding continue with the usual standard contents: Short videos of the bride and bridegroom and their wedding ceremony overseas - speeches speeches speeches - cake cutting - toast - toast and more toast. I was leaving the wedding hall during the speeches. It was boring because everyone had something to say. friends and more friends rushed to the stage to give the newlyweds a piece of their mind. The formalities turned into a casual talk show.
I was planning to sit at the hall open lobby but unfortunately the hall is filled with smokers. People exited the wedding hall for a cigarette break. ==" I went out of the hotel, maybe stay outside having a short walk and kill some time before entering the wedding hall again.
P/S: Dear cousin, your wedding is wonderfull. The guest however, are boring. I am bored. Maybe still exhausted from the morning flight.
I never get to do my short wall along the hotel park. ==" I was snapping pictures of KLCC when a bunch of boys nearby start ushering and shouting trying to gain attention. I better go back indoors. It's a jungle out here. @_@"
My post had been this long? I'm not halfway done yet ==" ...sigh.
Going back inside the wedding hall: ><" my chains of misfortune just begun. The real party has begun...everybody seems to look like they are over the alcohol limit. The laughter is getting louder than usual. reddish faces around the table. People cracked dumb jokes and everybody seems to be enjoying it.
I feel like a little green martian in the big blue world. I was alienated (fine by me - my ride will be arriving in two hours time and everything will be over. The family obligation task will be dutifully fulfilled) I will be safe at this pace. Until...
MY UNCLE CAME!
...i receive a hard slap on my left shoulder. It was meant to be playful, but when i saw his red face i knew that he was way drunk and failing in restraining his strength. Ouchhh...i am going to be black and blue all over before this all ends.
Grabbed by the elbow he groggily asked me to picked up my glass (all i had was orange juice ==") squealing, he dragged me to middle of the hall and proposed another toast;
"...to my niece, who is still single and available. Anybody interested? She is in her late twenties and works as a hotel reception in Kuching. She's playing hard to get...come on, get yourself a man before your price drops! I wanted to see your wedding...next!"
Price...what?
Roars of laughter, must be coming from the relatives...oba-chan, oka-san, drunk Uncles and Aunts, cousins, second-third-maybe fourth cousins! It took almost 30 tons of willpower to supress my embarassment but my face starts to turn red. A million hugs, pats and kisses came my way...an indication that my effort of covering up failed miserably.
The rest was painfull history. Unlike Cinderella, i was looking forward to midnight. Came back at the Hotel around 1 in the morning. Stomach is growling, flipping the 24 hours room service menu furiously looking for food to eat.
Back at the hotel...
Munching food at 2 in the morning. Having a hot shower and thinking about what to do tomorrow. Hmmm...maybe i'll wake up late - change of mind...i still have one free buffet breakfast coupon complimentary of the hotel. What a waste if i skipped that 5a.m - 10a.m breakfast shedule.
The late twenties decided to sleep. Stupid uncle, i'm still 27!
27, eh...wow, i am that old. \O_O/
That's day one of my KL trip. Disaster!
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an award winning slice of life story from orange
I am back in sg already~ I was there last weekend, not fated to find you, or figmas apparently. ^^"
Oren is 27. :O
cough cough 20 plus minus plus plus cough
==" what's wrong with 27
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