Lunchtime in the meeting room. Colleague was eating her nasi lemak bungkus, while I was taking a last sip of my latte when the song Akhirnya, made popular by Camelia and Innuendo, was playing on her notebook.
When I heard Uncle Pot’s voice, I was reminded that I needed to finalize the list of entertainers for the reception.
“Why don’t you sing on your big day?” Sherly suggested.
“No, that’s too self-absorbed!”
“It’s your big day, it’s not self-absorbed. It should be all about the bride!”
She raised her eyebrows, giving me that look.
“… not even the groom.”
“Unless you can’t sing, yet you still want to do it on your wedding day. Now, that is self-absorbed.”
Maybe I would think otherwise if I could sound like Fiona Apple. Right now I think that would be too much of me, for a night.