chup gor meh
tonight is supposed to be some special night: chup gor meh or 15th night of the lunar calendar blah blah or something like that, so mum said we should have dinner together as a family since being all busy bees, we rarely do that.
we ate at the jap restaurant at the club paid for fully by mum's $250 winnings at mahjong. I dunno why i feel guilty everytime i eat alot of very good food two days in a row. not because i think i will grow fat or anything like that at all, but i feel bad for leading such a luxurious life compared to the sob stories you hear about grain-picking kids or like the frighteningly skinny and gaunt-faced beggar we saw in JB. anyhow, my guilt trip didn't last long, just for a little while, and I whacked my spread of beef paper bowl, sashimi platter , soft shell crab, ebi tempura, grilled squid and chawan mushi, washed down with warm sake.
I really love to eat. I'm not a great writer so I can't put it down in words the kind of happiness I feel when I eat. but I sure am a GREAT EATER. and i was definitely grinning like a fool when i had my Prata Bomb and teh peng at 89.7 with jesal at simpang for supper. Im still grinning now thinking about the crisp taste of the prata bomb.
On a separate note, I feel i should blog about the dudette's brush with the barrier. fyi, dudette is chan ah goo's car. his baobei car as he refers to it. ok it wasnt just a brush, it was a total scrape which caused the front part of the right panelto cave in and left the lights hanging by the wire. screeeeeeeeeeeech. i can still hear it. My heart goes out to you ah goo. may dudette come back better and stronger. no more Celine dion in a long time i presume. hehehe.
we ate at the jap restaurant at the club paid for fully by mum's $250 winnings at mahjong. I dunno why i feel guilty everytime i eat alot of very good food two days in a row. not because i think i will grow fat or anything like that at all, but i feel bad for leading such a luxurious life compared to the sob stories you hear about grain-picking kids or like the frighteningly skinny and gaunt-faced beggar we saw in JB. anyhow, my guilt trip didn't last long, just for a little while, and I whacked my spread of beef paper bowl, sashimi platter , soft shell crab, ebi tempura, grilled squid and chawan mushi, washed down with warm sake.
I really love to eat. I'm not a great writer so I can't put it down in words the kind of happiness I feel when I eat. but I sure am a GREAT EATER. and i was definitely grinning like a fool when i had my Prata Bomb and teh peng at 89.7 with jesal at simpang for supper. Im still grinning now thinking about the crisp taste of the prata bomb.
On a separate note, I feel i should blog about the dudette's brush with the barrier. fyi, dudette is chan ah goo's car. his baobei car as he refers to it. ok it wasnt just a brush, it was a total scrape which caused the front part of the right panelto cave in and left the lights hanging by the wire. screeeeeeeeeeeech. i can still hear it. My heart goes out to you ah goo. may dudette come back better and stronger. no more Celine dion in a long time i presume. hehehe.