conventional wisdom dictates that on a family-oriented and lovey-dovey festival like xmas, you don’t go all low-class and anti-social and coop up in your air-con room with your sibs playing mahjong but that’s exactly what we did.
well actually it wasn’t that bad. the family actually went to vivo city in the daytime in an attempt to use up papa’s ck tangs’ shopping vouchers but alas, ck tangs doesn’t open on xmas dammit so we ended up kinda empty handed. but we ate at dian xiao er, which i’ve been curious about for a long time, and the food was very nice!
albeit abit too expensive, but sis’s footing the bill cos she just got her bonus so it’s all cool.
it’s stupid, but we went to eat seafood after the meal because the food at dian xiao er is simply not filling enough. oh yeah, we had nu er hong and zhuang yuan hong as well, which is so pugilistic. haha.
nu er hong rox.
zhuang yuan hong smells like the thing your mother applies on your wounds when you fell down when you were small.
seafood was finger lickin’ good.
to rise up to the joyous occasion, i hao-mai-ly, jokingly offered to treat the whole family to drinks. they all laughed good-naturedly at me this bankrupt kid offering to pay for drinks, but alas, to my horror, all they did was laugh, and nobody stopped me.
so, shite.
me and my slippery tongue.
and then we went home and jong-ed until 2 a.m. after which we went to cuppage to play pool. but my kindly brother and sister were turned off by the obnoxious ah bengs and the unhealthy amount of smoke, so all we did was, at the insistence of my irritating sister, get outdoors and took pictures.
then we went to marina to play pool and arcade. my brother and i suck at house of the dead 4.
big time.
i played the latest king of fighters.
i suck at that too, because i couldn’t kill everyone. i have grown rusty.
when i was in my prime, i killed everyone. i still remember the ah beng who wasted 5 tokens trying to kill me at art of fighting 3. i also remember feeling very scared that he will whack me in real-life because he can’t win me in the game.
what to do, i was still a little boy at that time.
after that, we went to eat roti prata at rail mall and reached home at 6.30 a.m.
if santa claus found out we were jong-ing and pooling and arcading and eating roti prata on xmas day, i think he will cry.
on xmas eve, went out with my precious biao mei.
i am so jealous of her new w810. i also want.
but i bankrupt. pok kai.
sigh.
there was this ang moh lady walking in front of us. we thought she looks weird and something must be amiss.
proceeded to chase after her and because she was walking so fast, we couldn’t see her face.
after about 5 minutes of hot pursuit, and thanks to traffic lights, we finally gained up on her as she made her way into seiyu.
she turned to her side, and bm saw her face while i was looking someplace else.
poor bm looked like she was going to cry.
flabbergasted, i carried on the chase.
blistering barnacles and god-forsaken bananas, “she” was a transverstite!
nabeh.
it is 4 a.m.
i am very sleepy.
good nite.
