wtf.
sunday afternoon attended the malaysian students' organization's "malam kenduri" last night. it was a miserable affair. for an event that's supposed to be the highlight of the year for mso, they kinda stuffed it up real bad. the emceeing was dull, the performances were dreadful to the say least, the food? outrageously bad. even though it was only $5 for non-members, a plate of tomato rice, two pieces of tandoori chicken (each the size of the mini mars bar), a crap load of cabbage and some weird spice just doesn't quite make sense.
throughout the night, the constant sound was that of people having their own conversations, that of the microphone's feedback and dare i say it, a bit of sneering and jeering too. all this with the high commissioner of malaysia as the guest of honor. so much for being at their best behavior. hah.
the table i was with had this obnoxious malaysian. he was on everyone's nerves, stealing food from the 'kitchen', snatching people's share of fruits and hogging of the cordial and ice water that was on the table. i snapped at him when he made a snide comment on singaporeans and our 'culture' of kiasuism. hey man, the singaporeans won a lot of prizes that night because we spent money to buy booklets worth of raffle draw tickets. if you are only going to buy ten as opposed to two or three hundred, does it not make sense that your chances are pretty slim comapred to the rest?
it was all in all a terrible night, the saving grace being the late night supper with a few friends, first heading out to gungahlin only to find that my favorite deep fried mars bar shop has closed for good before heading to belconnen to grab some fries and hotdogs.
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throughout the night, the constant sound was that of people having their own conversations, that of the microphone's feedback and dare i say it, a bit of sneering and jeering too. all this with the high commissioner of malaysia as the guest of honor. so much for being at their best behavior. hah.
the table i was with had this obnoxious malaysian. he was on everyone's nerves, stealing food from the 'kitchen', snatching people's share of fruits and hogging of the cordial and ice water that was on the table. i snapped at him when he made a snide comment on singaporeans and our 'culture' of kiasuism. hey man, the singaporeans won a lot of prizes that night because we spent money to buy booklets worth of raffle draw tickets. if you are only going to buy ten as opposed to two or three hundred, does it not make sense that your chances are pretty slim comapred to the rest?
it was all in all a terrible night, the saving grace being the late night supper with a few friends, first heading out to gungahlin only to find that my favorite deep fried mars bar shop has closed for good before heading to belconnen to grab some fries and hotdogs.
back to the essay...
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