"LO, Lo, LO sang!..."
Thirteen pairs of chopsticks (a grand total of twenty-six stakes of wood) dive into a large pile of multicolored crispy bits, raw fish, ginger, and other unrecognizble edibles. Higher, and higher we toss, with bits and pieces flying unceremoniously everywhere like confetti on New Years Day.
All together, this would make my sixth "yee sang" of the Chinese New Year. I have yee sang coming out of my ears man. No joke.
Anyway, had dinner with TheGodmother, AmericanGodfather, UncleYala + Aunty Grace and Wei at the Golden Dragonboat in Imbi.
Only the Chinese can come up with these kinda names. Golden Dragonboat. You can just see the red trimming, gold chinese characters, huge gaudy sculptures, large displays of Chinese ornamentals that just scream LOOK AT ME!.. no wait, DONT look at me..
Halfway through the dinner, these little brats from the table next door start getting fidgety (as little brats usually do) n start hopping and screaming like they just had a coffee fix. Us, Malaysians, i think, are quite used to this atmosphere. Especially in a family restaurant. This is the familiar scene at your average family Chinese restaurant. So, AmericanGodfather starts to get annoyed little by little. And at one point, he just can't take it anymore.
"Ma'am, do you mind if I slap your son?.. No? Coz i WILL slap him if you don't make him sit down."
"...uh.." (Typical young Chinese mother)
"Little boy, will you please sit down. *glares* Sit down, because you're making me very angry *glares and points towards the brat's table ominously*"
o_O
Serves the little brat right.
Some parents should really take more responsibility over their kids. While you're happily yamseng-ing with your buddies, your little gene-pool is running amok, disturbing other people trying to have a good meal.
Yeesh.