I need therapy.
It just took me an hour to muster the courage to walk out of my room to greet my relos. It's so daunting having to recall their titles. If only it were simpler ie "Helllo". But noooooooo, in Chinese culture, you have to address them individually. It would be easier if there was just one of each kind, because you could just address them by their titles. But what if there's more than one of each? Then you've got to put in their names too.
Dammit.
What's with culture? What's with the Tua Pek, Ah Kim, Ah Ku, etc? What's with the Yam Seng's and Yee Sang's? It's bloody annoying. In fact, if you look closely at the Yee Sang we toss every year, there's more crap than fish. Why call it Yee Sang then? Why not call it "Yat Pek Si" (lump of crap)?
What's with the stupid tea ceremony? Don't they appreciate any form of hygene? If you're in a small family, that's fine. What if you have 10 uncles and aunties? Then they'll all be drinking from the same bloody tea cup. It wouldn't be so bad if the cups were big macho German mugs with more surface area. But the cups are so stupidly tiny. Do our roots trace back to midgets or something?! You would most definitely be sharing spit (and uber red lipstick) with the person who drank the cup before you. To make things worse, the older relos get to drink first. And the older you are, the redder your lipstick. (Also, the older you are, the more prone you are to bad breath and gum disease) My symphaties go out to the youngest in the family.
Seriously, what's with all these cultures? The soon-to-get-lucky couple would probably not know 3/4 of the guests present. And they are the ones paying for the dinner. I'd be freaking upset. The only thing that would keep me going is the fact that I'll be getting laid after the nasty dinner is over. The way things are going, the dinner is for their parents to show off to people whom they hate. It's another way of announcing to the world that the restaurant at which they're having the dinner has the loudest karaoke system in the whole of PJ and KL. And some say Seremban.
I'm sorry about the earlier statement. I don't need therapy. I just need to migrate.
It just took me an hour to muster the courage to walk out of my room to greet my relos. It's so daunting having to recall their titles. If only it were simpler ie "Helllo". But noooooooo, in Chinese culture, you have to address them individually. It would be easier if there was just one of each kind, because you could just address them by their titles. But what if there's more than one of each? Then you've got to put in their names too.
Dammit.
What's with culture? What's with the Tua Pek, Ah Kim, Ah Ku, etc? What's with the Yam Seng's and Yee Sang's? It's bloody annoying. In fact, if you look closely at the Yee Sang we toss every year, there's more crap than fish. Why call it Yee Sang then? Why not call it "Yat Pek Si" (lump of crap)?
What's with the stupid tea ceremony? Don't they appreciate any form of hygene? If you're in a small family, that's fine. What if you have 10 uncles and aunties? Then they'll all be drinking from the same bloody tea cup. It wouldn't be so bad if the cups were big macho German mugs with more surface area. But the cups are so stupidly tiny. Do our roots trace back to midgets or something?! You would most definitely be sharing spit (and uber red lipstick) with the person who drank the cup before you. To make things worse, the older relos get to drink first. And the older you are, the redder your lipstick. (Also, the older you are, the more prone you are to bad breath and gum disease) My symphaties go out to the youngest in the family.
Seriously, what's with all these cultures? The soon-to-get-lucky couple would probably not know 3/4 of the guests present. And they are the ones paying for the dinner. I'd be freaking upset. The only thing that would keep me going is the fact that I'll be getting laid after the nasty dinner is over. The way things are going, the dinner is for their parents to show off to people whom they hate. It's another way of announcing to the world that the restaurant at which they're having the dinner has the loudest karaoke system in the whole of PJ and KL. And some say Seremban.
I'm sorry about the earlier statement. I don't need therapy. I just need to migrate.
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