Eternal torment: The Search

Monday, June 12, 2006

So let's update about the weekends shall we? Famine camp prep was ok i guess. Shall not elaborate more other than I seriously can't fathom the idea of 650 campers barging. *shudders*

Anyways, the main draw was Sun. Had to help out at a wedding. My goodness, I think itwas the worst and most event-filled one I've ever been to.

The food was ok but I didn't find the choices very interesting. My grandmother's Ayam maask merah is way better. :P

So yeah, I was busy being a waiter, clearing out empty dishes and wiping tables. My gawd. At first it seemed fine until the rain came- in a dramatic downpour with strong winds. It seemed ok UNTIL the tentage collapsed on the hired cleaners. The whole void deck became a flurry as the rain continued to pour.

The cleaners were busy trying to erect their tent while I was busy helping tying down canvases to prevent more tables from being unavailable. Once that was done, with me being completely soaked, I had to continue clearing plates, wiping the wet tables dry and the wedding platform dry. What a day to rain.

And I had to entertain the rather impatient guests.

"When is the groom coming?"

not once, not twice but 5 times. All in a span of 5 min. -_-

Why do people not use their grey matter? Or has it been underdeveloped to such an extent that basic common sense is essentially lost?

(I have realised, there is no such thing as Common Sense. Few people actually have it. I bemoan the lack of rationality in this god forsaken world of ours)

I mean come on, first, it's raining cats and dogs, and I just told you they were stuck in a traffic jam some 4 mins ago! and it wasn't an elderly lady. It was a middle aged woman! Goodness.

The worst was this middle aged woman (different person from the above) who asked for hot water. Hello? It's SELF SERVICE- come on, it's a buffet. You're not in a goddamn hotel so you want something, jolly well get it your self. Of course, I didn't say that. Did you think I was NUTS? I was about to ask her if she wanted coffee or tea until her friend told her, "self-service lah". Then I left.

And people seem to think that food is in plentiful supply. Not all the guests of course. Just some. There was this couple who took a full plate of noodles and a full plate of briyani and ate just half of each. The rest of the food had to go.

Then there was this damn mengong (worse than stupid) woman. Hers is a first.
She told my sis that the food was spoilt. That got the kitchen staff rather worried. So we held a mini conference, with me voluntering as food taster. Got a rather strong stomach so it's ok.
Everything was alright- everything was fresh, cooked on the spot just a few hours ago. Until we found out that she mixed her briyani with salad , drenced in thousand island dressing. Goodness. Woman, there's a reason the salad was placed in a different section. You DON'T EVER mix Briyani with thousand island! coupled with acar, it would have made everything sour. Sheer stupidity ain't it? Thank goodness, none of the other guests caught on her train of thought. Or else, it would a horrible situation.

The wedding couple came late because the bride's brother was late. (double wedding at her side). My father later regaled us with tales from their side. He was fuming because they were dily-dallying. Haiz...thankfully, it'll be the last wedding from my father's side for a long while.

One of my cousins has truly made up her mind to get married on a ship or a hotel. Less hassle. Well, good luck with that. But I like her thinking. I'm making sure my sisters' wedding are held at a hotel. I do not want such incidents to happen again. Or maybe not. Come to think of it, the hassle was what made it fun. Too bad I couldn't participate in the toll gates activities at the bride's side.

Can't describe it fully but kind of like customary "bribing". To occur twice with the bride's family members who will be the guards. if they dun like the amount given at first, you have to give another packet. If still unable to proceed, threathen to leave. Then you'll get through. Then you go to the bride's home. Same thing. Then finally, at the mak andam. Twice too. Sometimes, she will ask for poems (correct me if I'm wrong here, anyone more familiar with the customs). Then it's finally the end.

Weddings are truly a pain in the butt. They drain you of your money. That's why I'm not getting one.

Transmitted on 11:03 PM

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