today's function - kid's birthday - 7 tables - 70 pax

as usual, all the kids having formula1 racing. with no regards for safety rules, they navigate the walls, sharp bends, obstructions (tables, chairs) with ease (in their own world). yeah, i can be admitted to hospital already at the end of the function. kena banged, whacked, bumped right left centre.

ah, there's this kid. trying to be funny. u know those blow up ballons where you can manhandle it into different shapes? that kid got a light sabre design and he promptly whacked my head with it while i was bending down to pick up something. he muz have reckon i was the tall and ugly darth vader. or simply a duck fadder. after that, whenever i saw him, i juz imitated that vadern's out of breath 'herhhhh herhhh haahh haaah'. good to see him panic, haha.

anyhow, the host brought in this super big bouncing air castle. it was a mini playground. ah, how nice to be a kid eh? think of nothing but just to bounce ard silly.


the only thing im a bit disgusted with is that the host and co. came prepared to takeaway the food. its against the club's policy for them to takeaway leftover food due to the probability of the food being rotten after being kept at home and stomachs get ruined and complaints starts pouring in etc.

usually, in other functions, pple will ask "hi, can we have takeaway boxes for the food?" den we will kindly explain our principle. but these people.
well done eh. they BROUGHT ALONG their own plastic bags and ta pao boxes and promptly went on self service mode.

(--> picture of the housewives taking turns to 'you know what' )

i overheard this.
son to mum : mum, im full
mum to son : no dear, this is for dinner