PAK CHEE BONG

Instead of staying home to sleep this god-knows-what-the-fuck chronic problems off, I’m forced to go to some fucking temple. I’m not even going there for me. I have no business there.

Maybe I should go there for some fake spiritual healing. Who knows, maybe god really know what’s wrong with me. Maybe science, medicine and before-spiritual-healing methods aren’t as effective as praying. Wow, kneeling to bronze statues and having mental conversations with myself are going to make me feel better.

I better bring my inhaler along just in case the ash and dust from the burning incense make y asthma worst and kill me.

If god wants me dead, I’m gonna give it a very hard time.

Decided to take a nap in the living room after dinner (8pm), woke up at 1am.

I was that tired.

20 minutes later I’m lying in my bed, getting ready for the real sleep.

1x plate of fried rice
1x bowl of soup
1x pork/vege dumplings
13x XLB
1/2x bowl of noodles

I survived..

This CNY, I spit bubble tea pearls out of my grandma’s window. It’s damn fun!!

Gotta make it a tradition like my “Mystery Chopsticks”. Every year when I lau yu sheng, I’ll stick my chopsticks into the pile of yu sheng when I get bored of tossing the yu sheng on people’s arms. When people start eating it, they’ll find a pair of chopsticks in there. It’s damn fun to see their reaction.

I know am an ass for doing this but well, CNY needs to be more than just red packets and eating unhealthy food.