im lost for words

At long last,the eldest cousin and the first of the O.Mahat grandchildren got married on Sunday. MInd you,to get the thing movin,much deliberation took place behind the scenes before everythin went smoothly. Blood,sweat and tears (im not kiddin for all three) were put thru to make this wedding a success but it was well worth it.your dear author finally got a promotion too. head supervisor for the waiters (my other four cousins) and the pengiring (the guide for the arriving celebrated couple). no more dishwasher for the day!

after much toiling and fatigue overcoming everybody, me and my uncle Busu sat down by the stairs reminiscing what had happened and agreed that helping out a family member will always be heart-fulfilling and a joyous occasion.

i sound like a hallmark advertisement.shit.

and i gotta add more pics to this blog.next post i promise.

and a tribute to Mr Roy Keane.he has been a good servant and captain.may he have a fruitful adventure and best wishes for his future endeavours.thank you.

til later,keep ya hats on.

hear ye! hear ye!

Lebaran has passed and the celebrations seem to take a turn for the normalcy of quiet. I love it that way. not dat im anti-social or anythin but i prefer less of a brou-ha-ha on matters. by the way,aidilfitri is a solemn affair in the first place as a time of reflection and forgiveness. too many people get caught up with the necessity of extravagance(not sparing me too but i try to keep it controlled nevertheless).

Had a run in with moral dilemma a couple days back. as a kid,i was brought up to tell the truth as far as possible and be good to others. i have not forsaken those principles in my mind but what happen when an old lady at my work place accidentally pulls a plug which links to a computer dat holds important files (and it is still running by the way) and the rest of the office is questioning around whodunnit and i’m the only one who knows? come on,i respect the elders and she’s a nice auntie who cleans up the place and makes coffee for people and she does not speak a word of english at all.

what did i do? i kept quiet.

quiet…nice.

noise…not nice. rationale explained.

unless my ass is on the line dat is.

and the world is going crazy around us.H5N1 virus.escalating oil prices.bombs over baghdad(still?). and the situation in france reminds me of pages from Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns. maybe the Les Bleus need a vigilante to clamp down on crime. his moniker would be Baguetteman and tagline…."Suck my crumbs,dirtbag!".

Thanks for the spelling check,Marni.Ya such a doll!

Til later

hold on to ya hats.