RENJIS RENJIS DIPILIS

I’m officially an old man now. A grumpy one at that. My niece is getting married next Sunday. If everything goes as planned, I will be a granduncle next June. Great. Just great.

I don’t trust my future nephew-in-law. He has a unibrow. I never trust anyone with a unibrow. Neither do I trust anyone with more rings on a single hand than the Olympic rings, in this case a.k.a. Mr Unibrow’s father. I bet he sets the airport alarm buzzing whenever he attempts to board a plane.

What’s so difficult about tackling the unibrow problem? Haven’t they heard of waxing, threading or even plain shaving? Within seconds, the mess on the forehead will disappear.

This wedding sha-bang is just such a laborious process. It’s fine and dandy when you attend the function - pretend you like the food, shake hands with people whose names you couldn’t remember and check out the size of other guests’ gifts. But when you’re on the other side of the pelamin, it’s a different story altogether.

I just can’t wait for this whole episode to be over. It began several months ago with the engagement. Then came the solemnisation ceremony (nikah) on Friday night and by this time next Sunday it’ll all be over.

We can then all go back to our daily routines. No more colour coordination discussions. No more tray counting. No more egg flowers preparation (bunga telor lah). And then, back to blogging...

JEKYLL