I sooo do NOT see the point of a second Chinese New Year gathering. And I'm not being racist. Allow me to explain myself. Firstly, last week we already had a school-level gathering. And now it's a gathering organized by the messes of School 1 and School 2. We really had no choice but to attend the function, and we had to wait for it to start at 1800 hrs and end at 2200 hrs!!! Whatthe... Everybody just cared only about booking out, even the Chinese ones. Whattheheck man.
And what do they have?
They had games... which was all fine and dandy. But they also had a skinny Chinese girl in a singlet and MAHA nye mini-skirt come up on stage to sing songs, and also a blonde belly dancer dressed in pretty much nothing but a bra and skirt, jiggling her... jigglypuffs. I swear I don't know what the relevance is to CNY. The worst part is, when she started dancing with the audience, although the young lads seemed very reluctant, the old married men were having the time of their lives dancing with her. Goodness.
And of course, there was the free consumption of Tiger Beer. I personally saw a Muslim colleague drink it and get high. Astarghfirullahalazim. And at the function last week, they gave each and everyone of us a hongbao. Guess what's inside? A bloody Toto ticket. I gave mine away.
I hate attending these majlis-majlis maksiat(s).
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As soon as I booked out, Kak Muni called asking if I wanted to hang out with her, Nabilah and Hikmah at Shaw for supper. So I went with Shahmi, one thing led to another and we ended up watching a midnight movie. ANOTHER CHICKFLICK!!! 'P.S. I Love You'
Darn it, I thought the movie was a ghost story, since the wife apparently received letters from her dead husband and all. How was I to know it's a godforsaken Chickflick. 30 mins into the movie, I fell asleep. I paid a weekend price to watch a movie in which I fell asleep! Shahmi didn't even make it that far. He fell asleep about 15 mins in. To quoth him,
"Takda cerita lagi lembab ker?"
Haha.
And what do they have?
They had games... which was all fine and dandy. But they also had a skinny Chinese girl in a singlet and MAHA nye mini-skirt come up on stage to sing songs, and also a blonde belly dancer dressed in pretty much nothing but a bra and skirt, jiggling her... jigglypuffs. I swear I don't know what the relevance is to CNY. The worst part is, when she started dancing with the audience, although the young lads seemed very reluctant, the old married men were having the time of their lives dancing with her. Goodness.
And of course, there was the free consumption of Tiger Beer. I personally saw a Muslim colleague drink it and get high. Astarghfirullahalazim. And at the function last week, they gave each and everyone of us a hongbao. Guess what's inside? A bloody Toto ticket. I gave mine away.
I hate attending these majlis-majlis maksiat(s).
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As soon as I booked out, Kak Muni called asking if I wanted to hang out with her, Nabilah and Hikmah at Shaw for supper. So I went with Shahmi, one thing led to another and we ended up watching a midnight movie. ANOTHER CHICKFLICK!!! 'P.S. I Love You'
Darn it, I thought the movie was a ghost story, since the wife apparently received letters from her dead husband and all. How was I to know it's a godforsaken Chickflick. 30 mins into the movie, I fell asleep. I paid a weekend price to watch a movie in which I fell asleep! Shahmi didn't even make it that far. He fell asleep about 15 mins in. To quoth him,
"Takda cerita lagi lembab ker?"
Haha.
The next time I come across that movie title again, it better be from my recruits at the end of their BMT training, saying 'Platoon Sergeant, I Love You!'
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