i was at my cousin's wedding ceremony today. it was pretty lavish and grand, not a surprise, considering that her husband is a horse jockey for the turf club. small fellow, the groom. my cousin was taller than him. i guess it's the career expectation of being a horse jockey, to be light and small but hey, he has the moolahs, so what?

so i was at the ceremony, talking to my grandad when suddenly, somebody patted me on the back. i turned around and got the shock of my life. it was mister fauzi.

bollocks, bollocks, bollocks.

i was like, "what are you doing here?"
he replied, "wedding ceremony lah."
and i was like, "no, i'm serious, what are you doing here?"
he was like, "wedding ceremony. i'm related to the bride's father, he's my cousin."
and i went, "no kidding! uncle johar?"

okay, so now i'm a distant relative of mister fauzi. it was really freaky because he took me for soccer training the day before and out of nowhere, he appeared at my family function today.

small-fucking-world. freaky, man, seriously.