CNY dinner!

I may be away from home but it doesn't mean I can't have my Reunion Dinner! I considered this dinner to be a reunion with my friends... although I see them almost everyday.

And yalah, I'll be honest. Roast pork and roast duck were the main attractions - I couldn't say 'No' to them! You ain't Chinese if you don't love pork. The dinner was in this restaurant called China Palace. Great. Its about time I be treated like the Empress that I am.

Yee Sang!

Pork!

Pork soup!

Roast duck atop siew-yuk!

Prawns!

Haiyah... the menu was a lot. So I'll just put up a pic of all the food on the table.

A table full of food!

Fish - this came later. Don't ask how they mutilated it. Stupid workers.

Dessert - Hung Tau Sa!

Aaahh~~ Satisfaction.

Dinner was pretty awesome actually. As you all can see, it was damn a lotta food and we were all stuffed! Truly a CNY dinner - too much food for you to eat. It almost feels like home. LOL.

And as usual, an event won't be complete without the usual camwhoring!

Shah: "Why is there a *coughhorsecough* here?"

Xiao Di and I making the picture work, baby!

Not daring to really shove my fingers up his nostrils!

The girls!

Clinging to each other for no reason

Pssssttt! Did you know, that night, a miracle happened to Xiao Di. He has finally learnt the art of not-so-wide-a-smile when posing for the camera!

Tah dah!

Hmmm... Which one do u prefer? I dunno how to choose because, personally, both look retarded.

seriously, dude

Sunny. Rainy. Minor hailstorm. Sunny. Gloomy.

English weather is a bitch. Constantly pms-ing. We girls don't even pms thaaat badly. Hmmm... wait. We do. No wonder English weather is such a bitch. Get the pun? Ok, lame.

This post is going to be a whiny one. Damn. What is up with all my emo posts lately? Come on, come on. Dear God, can You please gimme inspiration for funnier posts? Anyhow, I felt like writing about what happened on Saturday night. After I came back from work.

Poor Naima forgot to lock her door before leaving for work and when she got back, omg. Her room was trashed! Beer was spilled outside her door, there was rubbish on her floor, her stuff was displaced and it was a mess. Worst, her duvet was missing. Her duvet! Imagine my poor darling having to sleep in the cold! For those of you who do not know, Wessex is freezing cold when they turn off the heater. Stupid kiam angmohs.

So, at around 1.30am, we went round asking people "Have you seen anyone running around with a pink duvet?" People were confused at first and well, to be honest, it was a weird question. But its not as weird as asking them "Have you seen my a-hole? Some bastard stole my a-hole!"

Yeah, last week, someone stole a girl's dildo and she was banging on everyone's door furiously asking for her dildo. Hahahahhahahaha. Damn funny wtf.

In the end, we called security cos the pink duvet was not to be found. Security came and was very concerned.

Security: Your room got broken into? What went missing?
Naima: Yeah. Er, my duvet is gone.
Security: Your duvet... And?
Naima: Umm... my duvet.
Security: Nothing else?
Naima: No. Just my duvet.
Security: ........

Security was fucking za dou lorh! Called him out at some ungodly hour, thinking she must have gotten her lappie stolen or what not, mana tau, her duvet was missing! And then, security called his boss.

Boss: So, what was stolen?
Security: Her duvet.
Boss: Anything else?
Security: Her duvet.
Boss: Just her duvet?
Security: Yes. Her duvet.
Boss: Za dou.

You see, you see, you see. How the immature angmohs here embarass my poor Naima! She's tired enough coming back from work; work was hell that night, and then have to deal with this. And the whole of Wessex was in a mess as well. Bins were overturned. Someone smashed a glass outside the bar. Food bits like pork ribs were strewn all over the floor etc.

Pigs. Sigh. Immature pigs.

Luckily, we found Naima's pink duvet in the showers. Apparently, it is tradition for them to grab mattresses or something similar from someone else' room and then put it in the showers. OMG. So wu-liao.

I hope they trip over the stairs and then land on their balls and voila! A man-gina is created! And then they will get raped by my super fat and perverted boss, and then, they will have man-gina No.2! My boss is such a dickhead, I suspect he must have at least 2 dicks.

Ok, end of rambling. I should've started work earlier. Damn the addiction to Facebook and blogging!

T_T

you

Why did I even like you in the first place? Why did I even try to be nice to you? Why do I even do so much for you?

So that you can look straight at me in the eye, say it loud and clear in public that I have a shitty face (*chokes*). And when I looked at you, eyes wide with stun, disbelieving that you could actually be so cruel so as to say that to me, I asked you in a whisper, "Come again..." you slapped me in the face with yet that same remark. And this time, it was when everyone was silent.

What have I done to you, you fucking bastard?! I did not even provoke you for you to insult and embarass me in such a way. Why?! Granted, you may find me disgusting and revolting; you choke at the thought of being in close proximity with me; but it is nowhere near justification for your thoughtless, heartless and fucking hateful actions.

Yes, dear readers of mine, do laugh at what happened. I understand that you would all find it funny.

But I found it hurtful. I cried myself to sleep because you broke my little bubble of illusion which I tried to create for myself; that as ugly and horrible-looking as I may be, maybe, just maybe, these bunch of people do not mind and can accept me for who I am. I can't even lie to myself now for goodness' sake! Its all your fucking fault!

Yes, yes, yes. Tell me that I am ugly right now. Just come out with it. You are not the first and never will be. To support your actions, here's an example of a friend saying indirectly that I look shit.

Her paraphrased words: "Ah Ma looks the best here! Good job!"

Yeah, I look so shit that I have a paw on my face. My gawd. How on earth did people talk to me? They must be wondering did a bear step on my face? Anyhow, the rest of my friends' faces were beautifully covered because this had nothing to do with them. Ah Ma's face was not covered cos she looks stunning. Credit should be given where it is due.

Yup. I admit. I am ugly. I am a little sensitive to it. But I am ok with people being indirect about it, unlike you, you bastard. I may sound bitter about it, but its only because you caused it.

Despite all these, you know what? I am not at all angry at you. Because how can I be angry at you for telling me the truth, something which I already know? I tried to be angry at you, but I can't. I don't even know what to feel. Sad, hurt, and a concoction of emotions which I can't pinpoint exactly but not angry.

You burst my little bubble and forced me to face reality. I should thank you.

Thank you.