Today’s the first day of the Hungry Ghost Festival aka Today The Air Is Damn Bloody Smoky.
Anyway, the bad air is a non-issue here. The issue here is: I semi-burnt my thumb and it hurts so fucking much!!! Actually it doesn’t hurt when I ignore it but when I start pressing the flesh it will be damn bloody painful! T_T!
I think you should have guessed by now that I burnt my thumb from all that joss-paper burning. -_-” Lame right? I’m doing good by burning hell notes for them good brothers but I got burnt!
What, do they want a piece of me? (Choy choy choy!)
Just in case you think I’m stupid to stick my hand too far into the raging fiery kern, that was not the case. My papa gave me one piece of the joss paper and told me to light it up using the flame from the candle we used for praying.
Problem was, the candle and the joss paper burner was at least 3 metres apart.
I told my papa that he’s CRAZY lah, because I was SURE that by the time I light up the joss paper and come running back to the joss burner, the flame is so gonna reach my hand.
Then my papa said that IT WON’T unless I’m a slowpoke.
Fine, I told him I ain’t no slowpoke so I went to light that joss paper up. And VRRRRROOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!! Within 3 seconds, the freaking flame semi-engulfed my thumb. TAMADE!!!
I should have asked my papa to do it himself lor, he sounded so confident. But I still think that nobody can run 3 metres in 3 seconds with a freaking burning joss paper in the hand… or can they?!
I don’t know lah.
So while I was nursing my semi-burnt thumb, guess what my boy was doing?
Having a fun time drinking with his colleagues at Wala Wala. Win already lor. He sounded so happy on the phone when he told me that “they made me drop one bottle”.
Like seriously what the hell is drop one bottle right?!
Apparently it means that he gotta gulp down one bottle of beer/liqour/whateverliverharmingsubstance in the fastest speed possible.
I told him that’s just bullshit.
He said that “well I didn’t have to pay for that bottle.”
“Well, they didnt’ pay for your liver.”
“Haiyah it’s good for guys to know how to drink!”
“Drinking is okay lah, but that drop one bottle thing is just so childish!”
“Ya lah quite childish, but it’s just a boys’ thing.”
“BOYS! You people are MEN already, please.”
“Ok lah fine lah. But come to think of it, BOYS cannot afford to drink like us anyway. Heh.”
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I so totally cannot understand that last statement there because when males strike gold, they drink to celebrate. When they become bankrupt, they still drink (to drown their sorrows)!
So what’s the bloody difference?!
Yuting
