Jan 30, 2011 23:04
Right about now I'm wishing I had two of everything so I wouldn't have had to spend the last 30 minutes trying to decide what to leave in Singapore and what to take back to Melbourne. Did I mention I'm coming back to Melbourne? Work is bringing me back for two weeks and I'm adding another week to that so I can wear a pretty dress and go to a wedding. I'm finding the entire situation sort of hilarious considering that I made such a big fuss about leaving in the first place. Dare I say it, but I'm feeling a little sad about leaving Singapore, even if I'll be back in three weeks time. I..like it here. It's not home, but it's a nice place to live. And I don't even know how I got so attached to the friends I've made here.
Coming back in three weeks; need to stop digressing.
So yeh, basically the other day I went to another corporate Chinese New Year dinner. Chinese New Year here is like Christmas. People handing out gifts (monehz), free lunches and dinners, and a lot of drinking. It's hard to believe I've spent the past 21 years missing out on a true Chinese New Year. There's this awesome traditional fish/condiment dish (shame on me for not knowing the Chinese name for it) where everyone basically tosses the condiments simultaneously. The higher the toss, the greater luck you'll have for the new year. Needless to say, the table resembles a war zone before dinner has even started.
I'd post photos of this meal, but like, they look really unappetising because I kept forgetting to take photos until I'd half eaten everything. And there were 10 courses, so yeh, too lazy to edit photos for every dish.
Also, there were belly dancers there. In my opinion, they did more booby shaking than belly shaking. Then this MC came out dressed in a leather fringe vest, which was about the point where I went WHAT THE FUCK DINNER AM I AT, SERIOUSLY. And so he was incharge of stupid games like making people dance to Lady Gaga. People like me.
I can't even describe the mental pain I'm in by reliving the memory. I got dragged up onto the stage to represent my table in a dancing competition, at which point I decided that I had two options: a) do a weak-ass dance and look like fool b) think of fierce!Kurt and dance the fuck out of the song and be awesome. Chose option B and blanked out.
I think there was cheering.
I think there is a video somewhere.
FUCK. IDEK.
That is all. My brain has just exploded from reliving the embarrassment.
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