I DID sneak out under the pretext of 'it's my friends birthday and she's around so I'm going to wish her', halfway through to save abit of my (in)sanity.
I had to be so sane during the entire dinner, I couldn't save myself anymore.
Also had to make small (nice) talk with all the other 'holy' ones.
#1: Why is it that everybody who dates in church try to keep it a secret?
#2: I don't know. Maybe that's just how it is.
Lyd: *thinks to herself* Suckers.
Aunty says,
"Oh my Goodness! You are LYDIA?? You're so grown up already!"
Lyd says,
"Oh. Ha ha ha"
Lyd thinks,
"You might not have noticed but that happens to everybody"
And then, it happened.
I was in the toilet when my old Sunday School mate walks in.
I don't know if she's snobby, but she looks snobby. Makes me wanna punch her face in.
Her Mum talks to my grandma and then turns to me and says,
"Oh, you're Amelia, aren't you?"
I say,
"No, no. I'm Lydia"
She says,
"You look so much LIKE her!:
I say,
"Well, we ARE sisters."
She replies,
"Oh, did you see *******???? She's in front"
I respond,
"Unfor-..Oh yes. I did :)"
And swiftly walked away cause apparently, my grandma didn't wanna stick around for conversation and was already five miles ahead of me.
The point of that being, I very nearly said 'Unfortunately, I did and I wanted to punch her face in'. Sometimes, my brain lags a little and does not fully comprehend the situation and that usually puts me in a tough spot. It makes me say what's on my mind sometimes. Which, Lord knows, I've trained my brain for 10 over years to make it KEEP what's REALLY on my mind and say what I think others wanna hear.
If you're wondering why I look so 'duh'.. it's because my phone was accidently left on video mode and when Jessica tried snapping us, she just took a video of us smiling look loons.
Eventually, we got it right.
I also took a picture of Jessica but I might have returned to the dining hall in pieces if I hadn't deleted it then.
One World Hotel SUCKS.
Or rather, the food and service sucks. Here's why:
-There was a 30 minute interval from the time we finish the first dish till the next dish arrives.
-I may have eaten shark's fin under the false pretext of it being 'fish lips'.
-People at my table were talking about how people eat puppies.
-The waiters were trying to grab a feel of my boobs.
-The Tiramisu was all cream and NO cake.
-The fish came in pieces, drowned in some Thai mango chilli sauce.
The food list said 'Eight Treasures Braised Fish Lips and Dried Scallops'. Thinking fish lips was fine, I drank the soup and thought 'This shit tastes disgustingly familiar'...
And then a man at my table says 'Isn't this SHARK'S FIN?'
I was so surprised I nearly threw up.
I have SWORN OFF ALL food that has ANYTHING shark in it. I cannot believe that I MAY have consumed a shark. I didn't even bother finishing it then. I just left it. I didn't care if it wasn't really shark. The thought of it made me lose my appetite bad.
And then the uncles started talking about how people kidnap puppies for consumption.
HELLO!! People are TRYING TO EAT HERE.
They have absolutely NO consideration for others. Honestly.
And this was after the shark fin fandango.
And then the waiter changes my plate and instead of moving over to change the lady's plate next to me, he simply stretches over. Across my chestly region. Annoyingly too close for comfort. MY comfort that is.
I moved back, looked up, and gave him the mother of all glares.
He never repeated it again.
Until the next waiter came along.
Bloody assholes.
Seriously. Someone should remind them that they are at the CHURCH tables. They should behave themselves! (Even though I have nothing to do with the church)
What was good about the dinner?
The ballroom had EXCELLENT LIGHTING.
Props to their designer.
They have lights that changed colour from blue to purple to pink to red to orange to yellow to green. Very pretty.
In fact, I think half the weird looks that I was getting from the so-called Christians was because I was looking at the ceiling all the time.
The yam-seng session was the crappiest of all.
Everybody raised their wine glasses (filled with orange juice, of course, what did you expect? WINE?) for the toast. So I thought I'd just raise my typical Chinese tea cup.
I raised it really high too. And only said 'ng' instead of 'yam seng'.
