1st thing: I got a fucking B for English. B for boy, B for bullshit and B for b*tch. Damn it, never in my entire life I had gotten lower than the distinctive grade. Except for this time. Serves me right for not blogging for so long because blogging is like a practice to me, same like writing a damn essay in school, except it's more interesting. I know I swear a lot. This makes another difference: writing essay cannot use swear words, but blogging i can type a whole page of vulgarities, Blogspot wouldn't censor my words. xD
I said before if I ever get B for English, I would jump off a building. Now I'm scared of death, so I'm here, still blogging.
2nd thing: I've changed a new handphone!
It's a Nokia 5130 XpressMusic. Just by looking at the name, you'll know it's for songs. But the photos I'd captured are even crappier than the old one because it has no flash.
Whatever. I'll just use the camera when it's bright.
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Today, I went to a restaurant somewhere in Sungai Buloh with my dad's-side extended family to have a pun choi dinner.
Pun choi in cantonese literally means a pot of vegetables, thus making me think that it's really different types of vegetables mixed in a pot with soup, something like steamboat, the only thing different is it's all vegetables, without meat. My aunt (Carol's mum), who watched too many Hong Kong movies, thought like that too. So does my mum, who also watched Hong Kong movies and listened to my aunt's opinion.
Well, despite what you think if you haven't try it yet, here's some pictures that show the opposite.
Oops, did I show the wrong picture? No, I'm sure this is the one.
It's a freaking pot of chicken, prawns, pork and fish! The vegetables you'd expected to see is just a small group of broccoli and cauliflower in the center!
If it's not a pot of vegetables, why people call it pun choi?
There you'll see all kinds of sauce, chilli sauce, garlic sauce, soy sauce, oil...
A pun choi restaurant is not a place for vegetarians and monks.
Then, we began eating. The fish tasted uncooked, the chicken got fish taste, the pork tasted almost exactly like fish. I really don't know why so many people were eating at there that night. I think chicken rice tastes better than that.
I haven't finish yet. How much do you think that pot cost? RM100? RM150?
It's RM250++. A pot of below average food, but goddamn expensive. Good thing it's not my father who paid the bills.
What's this bottle doing here, you ask? For crashing people's head.
Kidding. I was attracted by the beer bottle. I wanted to taste it again after 10 years, when I was 4 years old. That time I dunno how to drink that yucky drink. So I thought, how's the taste to me after so many years just drinking Shandy?
My uncle poured some beer for me, less than a quarter glassful, and everyone was staring at me, waiting for me to drink.
Under the pressure of so many people, I took a sip.
*Gulp*
I didn't vomit. Impressive. And it tasted nice.
Then I drank anything that's left inside that glass.
Nicee. xD
Better than some fake beer (Shandy) which contains less than 1% alcohol.
After that I pour another quarter glassful into my glass.
Yeah, this was me, after drinking half glass of beer. Did I look red in my face or something?
My friends must be wondering was I drunk that night and imagining this dramatic scene to happen:
Carson: Don't hold me, I can walk on my own! *stumbled and knocked somebody's plate off the table*
Uncle: You are drunk! Don't move and I'll hold you piggyback!
Carson: Damn it, I told you I'm not drunk! Waiter, get me another glass of beer! *knocked on somebody and fell down miserably*
Sorry to disappoint you, but of course it's not true! C'mon, it's just half glass of beer!
