Happy Mooncake Festival thoughts
Do you know why I loathe Chinese wedding banquet?
First of all, it follows Malaysian time. Like for e.g. I just attended a distant relative's wedding a while ago that the organiser had informed beforehand to compel us to arrive at 7.00pm sharp with strong emphasis, so we thought this time might be an odd one and gave it a pass. Thus, we reached there 7.00pm hoping to start the dinner at 7.30pm sharp with lotsa butterflies fluttered inside. Little did we know that there were some VVVVIPs who took 1 hour to walk from lobby to restaurant's entrance, yes it was you Datuk Shahril (note : never bothered to find out the correct spelling of his name also). Thanks for abiding to the law of Malaysian time.
And when it's wedding banquet by Chinese, it means typical menu at a typical Chinese restaurant with typical folks. I love cold dishes platter but the rest is maximal bummer, well what else we can have aside from sharkfin soup after platter, chicken after sharkfin soup, fish after chicken, prawn after fish...yada. It's an unbiodegradable format and order that God knows who invented and I shall give a lethal kick on his fat-prone ass. Muesli bars that resemble chicken feedstuffs taste 2000x better.
Circumstance where your grandmother/mother will force you to address complete strangers or distant relatives intimately like been knowing for ages. The "yin chan yin chek" session. This is where all the pain in ass catching up happen.
Hopping around from table to table means socializing and paying respect right? And what if running out of topic? Fret not, with all the showy old folks around there's no such thing as lost of words. You will most likely be interrogated with a series of questions pertaining to your whole life. They are trying to know you thoroughly in let's see, 15 minutes? But wait, it's no harm to entertain those whereabouts, whatabouts, howabouts, etc questions, not until when they reveal their fangs and claws. A whole lotta underestimations! They just can't stop comparing everything from how much you earn to how much pubic hair you once had during your salad days as an outlet to flaunt in later conversation. It's like a batte of I-am-greater-than-you. Typical things you can hear : my son/daughter earn XXXXXXXX a month, my son/daughter is studying in XXXXXX Uni in XXXXX country, i'm going to XXXXX for vacation, my children/grandchildren bought me a RM XX XXX massage chair, my son/daughter just married to so and so and bought a house in XXX district, so and so is driving XXX car.........what more to say, typical I-wish-to-get-robbed conversation at banquet. Not that they sound really bad in real life but to draw it down to a simple conclusion, they are none of my businesses. Unless you are willing to make donation to real frugal cheapskate like me selflessly otherwise my saving account is not gonna hike up 10 folds upon hearing all your rubbish. Please don't be showy on the value of your material possession and well being, just bring along your personal values or start gossiping on so and so has XXX mmHg blood pressure, so and so has XXX mmol/L LDL level, and so and so has XX% of proteinurea. I know it's totally incoherent haha.
Noise pollution to max! Kids yelling like cacophonous sound machines, lame songs playing/singing, people scream their lungs out on toasting session ("yum seng")...I swear I can just reduce into dust particle and fly away from that place when either one of them is going on. i know la, the more the merrier but merrier doesn't have to come in the form of noise! Nuff said.
Our political scenario is so weep worthy isn't it? Don't you find it disgusting that some people can just put everything in country at stake to fight for more power for their own interests? To them, personal pursuit is more important than economic well being. He has lost his mind to power struggle. Now that you think he is much more eligible? Jijik. Think again. Hypocrites are all around.
Just let God cast apocalyptic curse upon us then there will be no more fightings after all the existence perished. Period.
