THE RECEPTION. Back at the hotel, I was told that the damn emcee fong fei kei as the night before, he was choking on too much cock and now has a sore throat. That’s what happens when you don’t swallow. Heh heh. The makan hall was decorated superbly with a heckuva cake-stand. But the cake-stand kinda reminds me of those Matchbox car rails where you place your toy cars and watch them race down the rails. There was more photo shoot at the hotel where I was unceremoniously given a new nickname that sounds friggin pansy. Sue, if you are reading this, THANKS A LOT!!!
Stimpy and I was asked to help the substitute emcee by being co-emcees during certain programme of the reception and because of that, I had to control my alcohol intake. Damn Iceman and Wor Siong were already well on their way to heaven even before the reception starts.
Unlike the usual Chinese wedding receptions we have in KL, the entire entourage walks in and as each of them walks in, their names were announced. I felt as if I was some NBA player waiting to run out to the court when my name is announced over the speakers except that no one would be cheering me on.
I walked into the hall escorting my partner, K and next thing I know, we don’t know where to sit except to just grab the first empty table I saw. I already have a seat reserved with the guys but since K was alone, I felt obliged to just hang around and not just say, “hey, sit here or go find your own sit while I go join my friends”.
Once dinner has started, I went to look for my friends and found Iceman and Wor Siong at the back of the hall having more beers. When I approached them, those two pukimaks started to disown me and cursed me for sitting with K. Bastards kept saying after I found chun chick, I forget about the brothers. Tho’ I tried explaining, those two tibais just kept kneeing me away. Bangsat!
Stimpy and I was asked to help the substitute emcee by being co-emcees during certain programme of the reception and because of that, I had to control my alcohol intake. Damn Iceman and Wor Siong were already well on their way to heaven even before the reception starts.
Unlike the usual Chinese wedding receptions we have in KL, the entire entourage walks in and as each of them walks in, their names were announced. I felt as if I was some NBA player waiting to run out to the court when my name is announced over the speakers except that no one would be cheering me on.
I walked into the hall escorting my partner, K and next thing I know, we don’t know where to sit except to just grab the first empty table I saw. I already have a seat reserved with the guys but since K was alone, I felt obliged to just hang around and not just say, “hey, sit here or go find your own sit while I go join my friends”.
Once dinner has started, I went to look for my friends and found Iceman and Wor Siong at the back of the hall having more beers. When I approached them, those two pukimaks started to disown me and cursed me for sitting with K. Bastards kept saying after I found chun chick, I forget about the brothers. Tho’ I tried explaining, those two tibais just kept kneeing me away. Bangsat!
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