miyagi.sg | My Very Own Glob {Curiosa Felicitas}

Last Sat­ur­day I attended a wed­ding ban­quet I enjoyed for the most part. The only part I only sort of enjoyed was putting freshly with­drawn ban­knotes into an ang pow just before I got to the ban­quet. It was only later on that I felt part­ing with my money was worth it, because it was a pleas­ant wed­ding ban­quet. Unpre­ten­tious, short speeches, shorter (2 song) singing per­for­mances and decent food that was served quickly. Two spoon­fuls of sharks’ fin soup, and the fifth course was already on the table. On hind­sight, I should’ve known it wasn’t going to be unbear­able, because any event involv­ing Lat and his lot is almost always enjoyable.

A few days before the wed­ding, I met up with the groom and bride and they told me a funny story about the wed­ding preparations.

The bride was in charge of the invites, and the groom the ban­quet seat­ing arrange­ments. They didn’t take leave from their jobs, so as you can imag­ine, they were very busy and very flus­tered. The bride looked up the names and addresses of friends and rel­a­tives of both fam­i­lies and hand wrote each card and enve­lope. Then, as is the way with mod­ern liv­ing, you know some friends but don’t know their full names or addresses, only their hand­phone num­ber and/or email address.

So, the bride goes, ‘Dar­ling, you invit­ing your friend Carl?‘

’Yes’, replies the groom, por­ing over details of the ban­quet, and telling the ban­quet man­ager on the phone that there was no way he wants suck­ling pig on the menu because suck­ling pigs suck.

‘OK.’, and she starts to write out the invi­ta­tion, and all is well.

‘Dar­ling, how to spell ‘Carl’?’, she asks a few min­utes later, while he is still busy on the phone.

Now, maybe she mum­bled, maybe she mis­pro­nounced, maybe he was hard of hear­ing or maybe, and most prob­a­bly, he wasn’t pay­ing attention.

But he replies, ‘C-O-W’.

’Are you sure it’s ‘C-O-W’?

’Yes, C-O-W, C-O-W! Why you ask me this kind of thing?!‘

A few days after the invites were writ­ten and sent out, the groom and bride were again doing some more prepa­ra­tions for the wed­ding. The bride han­dling the RSVPs, and the groom final­is­ing the seat­ing arrangments.

Look­ing at the list of con­firmed guests, he scrolled down alpha­bet­i­cally till he came to ‘C’, and saw ‘Cow’.

‘Oh my God. Dar­ling, why you call my friend Cow?‘

’I asked you how to spell, you said C-O-W’.

’Since when? Where got peo­ple named Cow one?‘

’How I know? You and your Ah Beng friends, maybe got one called Ah Gu, so Eng­lish name Cow lah!‘


Put me at the right table, I give more ang pow, can?