Lunar New Year

There are a couple of interesting things to talk about the reunion dinner.

Like how my cousin got lost along the way from the station to my place and how she had to take a cab from the nearby hawker centre.

Or that my family has moved on from the butane gas cooker steamboat to a ceramic hob that works by induction. I am not entirely sure if it is more economical but at least we can have the fan blowing without the fire getting blown at because there's no fire.

I finally decided to drink my white zinfandel and 2002 riesling. Which was a good thing because the former was so delicious and the latter was nearing the end of it's prime. The cork, because of the lousy condition in which it was kept, had started to crumble. Didn't have any problems with the zinfandel because it was an artificial cork (no, an artificial cork is not a dildo).

We were having alot of fun teasing each other, including my cousin, and time just zoomed past.

By then, slightly intoxicated by the alcohol (I finished most of the wine, and there's still a bit of the riesling left), I was already sleepy when Ys asked if I wanted to go waterloo kuan im thng to offer some incense. Haven't been there for 2 years during the Lunar New Year so I thought why not.

At the kuan im thng, it was sheer pandemonium. There were dozens of crowd control personnel and crowds of worshippers queueing up at the flanks. All their hands holding onto the joss sticks of varying thickness and sizes. I finally figured the reason why they had to be of such size. If not, while queueing up, the joss stick might have burnt itself out. Moreover, some wanted to bring it back home.

Finally met Ys who was with this C person. Seeing how we might have to wait a long time, Ys decided to eat some vegeterian bee hoon. Although I have been to the waterloo kuan im thng a number of times I have never realised that there was a coffee shop just opposite the temple. And how convenient, for those who wanted their first meal of the new lunar year to be vegeterian (and from there, gain some good karma perhaps?), there's a stall readily available. I just needed a drink.

After the food, drinks and banter, it was off to join in with the crowd. C decided not to join us and waited somewhere else. Ys and I bought ourselves some small size joss sticks and assimilated with the queue.

It can be a rather weird thing but then again it should be expected. There was this red polo shirt guy diagonally in front of us. And this white polo shirt guy soon joined in from the side in front of us. White polo shirt guy was asking the red polo shirt guy to hold his joss sticks further away from his hair. I thought he asked in a rather cordial manner. The red polo shirt guy, without batting an eyelid told him, "Go to the back, there you can have all the space you want without joss sticks."

I mean, it was funny to me but I thought it was rather mean of the red polo shirt guy. Tension.....Can tell that white polo shirt guy was surprised as well as a little pissed. I don't know, but I would have thought that as fellow worshippers, they could at least be more friendly. Then again, this is the first day of the lunar year and getting the joss sticks planted into the urn was everyone's priority. Every man for himself.

After we were done, we met up with C again before walking to the muslim kopi tiam for drinks and continued shooting shit till about 4:30am. Ys and I finally headed home but not before some plaster and iced milo at Yassin. Earlier, I don't know how, but the conversation wandered to some cornflakes stuff. So I just pointed out how cornflakes was invented to stop girls from "pleasuring themselves sexually on an individual basis". Ys and C looked at me, clearly bewildered. Kellogg's Porn Flakes.