My time management has gone "kaput".
I've been doing this and that, gone here and there, you know, the little things that are mundane and boring that I get to do anyway, but they all consume time.
I met Hank at Halim's daughter's wedding at the Tropicana Golf Resort last month, and told him that I've not put anything new on this blog for some time.
Ramadan is fast approaching. Last night the Surau held its "Israk & Mikraj" celebration with the usual religious talk and a "makan." As usual, as the President of our Islamic Welfare Association, I had to deliver a short welcoming speech. This I have done before, and it was stand up, hello, thanks and sit down again. Simple.
On Monday 11th. I have to stand up and deliver another type of speech, this time in KL. You see, my younger brother has decided to get married. Again.
Now, this I have to give more serious thought.
I've been thinking. Should I make it serious or humourous, long or short, in Malay or English ?
I think I'll go English because it's going to be with very close relatives & friends only and they should be comfortable with it. But I'll try a joke in the Negri Sembilan dialect for a bit of local touch. I know pulling a joke would not be easy, and I can fall flat on it. And I know if Bang Enon reads this he may let the cat out of the bag and tell my brother, and I lose the element of surprise. But this is how it goes:
bilo bolun nikah, kan main sayang dio kek tunang eh tu.
"sok boli an ayo golang, yo bang ?"
"Yo lah."
"Sok boli an ayo gelinya, yo bang?
"Yo lah."
Lopeh kawin, bini ulang balik "boli an ayo golang moh gelinya, bang!"
Kali ni jawab eh "tengok la sok!"
As the Indonesians say: "dasar!"
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