Akhi ( Arabic=my brother) Abdul Halimshah held a grand celebration at the Dewan Merak Kayangan, Felda Hq on the occasion of his daughter's wedding. My wife thought she knew the place but missed it first time and undertook a few road stunts (taking illegal shortcuts) to finally get to the spot.Yep, the place was already crowded when we arrived and the huge hall was packed. I met Akhi Kaykuala aka Hank at the entrance door in the flesh for the first time although we've been commenting on each other's blogs for quite a while. No time to take photographs, so I'll just post a profile pic of this wonderful friend. And of, course that of Akhi Abdul Halim shah or just Hal, the gentleman with the cap.

The wedding reception in the Merak Kayangan Hall was simply magnificient, Look at the crowd and the bridal stage far behind. A handphone cam cannot produce an HD crisp photo but can only capture the atmosphere, leaving the rest to your imagination. After the bersanding ceremony and the bridal feast. cutting the cake, etc ( I'm sure Hal will have a full album on the events), we file out of the Hall, met by the bride and groom at the entrance door. Some of the pics that I discreetly captured are shared here.


Everytime I tried to get a shot of the bride and groom - Nurul and Jalil -, someone strode up to the bride to give her a hug and a kiss. So, I had to do the best a can, discreetly, ending up with some blurry shots of them in the background with the bride's father displaying his happiness to me. Congratulations Akhi for gaining a son-in-law.


Even while enjoying the sumptious and scrumptious lunch, Datuk Annuar and me (we were at the same table) and our better halves, were thinking of the next place of call, the venue for the next wedding reception which we have to attend. Mine was in Bukit Jelutong, Shah Alam and we had to first fetch my father-in-law at Sungai penchala. There was no time to loose and after wishing the bride and groom well, we left the Hall. Just outside I met Tan Sri Gnanalingam. the West Port Chief, Hal and Hank's
classmate at RMC and a very humble but intrepid entrepreneur when I fist knew him. Although now a well-respected tycoon, his humble clothes ( plain shirt and pants) brought back to me some old memories when we worked for the late Tan Sri Dato Seri Mohamed Rahmat. But for the need to rush to our next venue, I'd have loved to talk about old times with him.
The ride to Sungai Pencala and then to Shah Alam was hectic, weaving through traffic jams and looking out for the usually omnipresent traffic petrol car. It was already 3.45 and the wedding reception was supposed to end at 4 pm. My wife was at the wheel and I strained my eyes trying to read the small signage, searching for the name of the roods and junctions that she rattled out to me reading from a map printed on the invitation card. That God we made it in time to have another light feast.,
bouffet style. Here I manages to get a shor of the bride and groom (see pic).
Back home on Taman Melawati, I thought the evening and night was free for me to nurse my aching feet. No chance. My wife had to be at the Matics where some kind of a nightfare was going on. My son Norzam, his wife Norfinaz and their daughter Hana Marissa were coming to our house. We waited for them, chat for a while, got into a car and made our way to the Matics.
That, at least, was the final leg of the Saturday twirl.

A poor substitute for the Saturday Night Fever but most meaningful and memorable.













