Nothing much actually.

Balik kampung on Friday after work. Did nothing at home except to eat, sleep and laze around at home. At night, after dinner would be yamcha sessions with some frens. Like I said; nothing much.

Second day, we went to my mom’s side in Teluk Intan where we had lunch, followed by a session of BlackJack. We do not gamble big time, but we had rules lar. Smallest bet being RM1, biggest being RM10. It is just for fun gambling. If loose, worse is RM100 . Not an amount that would make someone jump off a building. But if win, RM100 is a lot to spend on yamcha session. Anyways, I shot back to KL directly from Teluk Intan. Yeaps. Second day I am already back here in KL as I had something on the next day. Unfortunately, I was down with flu, so stayed home all day. Worse is, my water pipe was leaking into the penthouse. So they had to shut off my mains to stop the leak until I fixed it.

WHERE LA GOT PLUMBER WORK NOW???

*sigh*

PAI TING KUNG

Anyways, I went to fren’s place for Pai Ting Kung. Now I have been there before. This is where the father of my fren is from my kampung, where a minority of Foo Chow people lived. Somehow, people think that FooChow people are top drinkers. One year, I was almost floored because that fren of mine announced to her dad (herein after known as Uncle) that I am a FooChow. This year, I did OK. Keeping quiet until another fren of mine, whom Uncle was drinking with, happily announced to Uncle.

“UNCLE!!! THIS WAN FOOCHOW!!! THIS WAN FOOCHOW!!”

Uncle then turned his attention to me, invited his eldest son, who was dying to speak FooChow to someone, to join in the yamseng session.

Anyways, as midnight was approaching, they brought out a box of crackers.

Waaa… Sungguh besar!!

Then they brought out one more bigger box. Follow by another, then finally another.

First, they let loose the standard red crackers..

Then… the big ones..

I do not know how many shots were in there, but there were lots and lots of bangs..

After the burning of stuffs..

And praying joss stick thingies..

… we feasted on the food…

I went home tipsy (not drunk), tummy filled more with liquor than food and were smelling like smoke.. and covered with fire cracker residue.

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