The Smoking Room

Happy Birthday, Wang Ba a.k.a Monkey and by the end of this post, everyone will know your name too. Even with all the little hiccups, fun went on and it was a great night. Frankly, I never quite liked New Asia Bar. Kinda pretentious and on some days, it's entirely touristy. But everytime when i'm there, i'd have a ball so i guess, it's not a bad place afterall. (Bad thing is, they close at 3 which explains why i'm home at this hour, already??!!)

(Sidetrack a little - I'm fucking hungry right now and i wish for a bowl of Blk 85 Pi Dan Shou Rou Zhou better understood by you hanyu pinyin illiterate bums as Congee with century egg and lean meat. Absolutely yum. Wanted to say finger licking good but hell with it, we can only use our spoons for congee right? Ok now i feel like KFC. What a junkie i am!)

Today's party was planned by ZCM to be a surprise and although the cat was peeping out of the bag, it was still fairly good.

The cake was gorgeous! (see left) Modelled after the VW R32 and for those of you who can't understand, it says, nice car. To be fair, the picture does the real cake no justice. ZCM did put it alot of effort and i have to say, as much as we didn't eat much of the cake, it was a feast for all our eyes. You should have seen the green stares coming from all angles. Personally, i'd have loved it better if it's Lightning McQueen.

Alcohol was entirely unavoidable and i've lost count how many bottles of champoooo we've popped. I'd have prefered Veuve but well, Moët (pronounced Moe ED - It's Dutch and this was reaffirmed by a Dutch girl(Why did i find myself wanting to type Hollandaise... hmmm yum... breakfast. Ok a little too hungry!), isn't that bad either. Was so tempted to get them to serve the Dom Pérignon but it'd have been a total waste.

Surprisingly, without the oxygen(READ: TOBACCO) that everyone needed and wasn't getting it since we can no longer smoke in clubs/pubs, it was so much tougher to get some of us drunk. I'm one who's cheap to take out drinking cuz i'm allergic to alcohol, it gives me hives and my body rejects excessive alcohol by forcing me to throw up. So heartpain when i had to throw up pate and truffles on several occasions. I was undeterred today and i kept on for sometime until i was awaken with the fact that i would be the one driving the car back. Well, it was good news for me cuz if i were to keep drinking, i'd be dying of itch tomorrow. As we're talking, i'm scratching myself some big time and my skin is all red with goosely bumps.

The Smoking Room and it really felt like the BBC comedy when all of us were sitting inside. I wasn't smoke but i was gossiping and it was so funny. i knew the conversation went a little too haywire when "Miss Thailand" said that we're betting on some alcohol and our reply was simply to raid her place. (She's got a swanky house with some swanky rooftop complete with its uber swanky jacuzzi. Alright it was all that swanky but it is a nice place to chill. Besides both "Miss Thailand and her husband are fabbo hosts.)that wasn't the haywire part. You've gotta hear this! Out of nowhere, she said she'll get her maid to stuff the 18 years Macallan up her privates??!! What?? Does that remind you of Patpong shows? Maybe that's why a nickname like "Miss Thailand" can be really apt.

it's 4.30 in the morning and i can't sleep. I'm feeling dehydrated, topped with a chubby boy snoring away beside me. I will try...