I'm now crawling under my blanket, with a runny nose, burning throat, dead cold feet and a throbbing headache.
I had fun though, and I learned a valuable lesson this holiday. This was what went down during the past few days:
Chinese New Year's Eve:
Dinner at home, with most of my relatives who knew my dad's kiu nyuk is the best in the whole wide world. And as usual, we, the younger generations went down to the pool and had an open bar. Cocktail of the night: Kamikaze.
Deck of cards, check.
A fat brother and an equally fat cousin playing sumo by the pool with only their pants on, check. A cousin yelling "I'm not wearing a bra" to avoid being carried and thrown into the pool, check.
Sneaking in the vodka and trying to walk in a straight line when coming back into the apartment, double check.
Aah...this is what Chinese New Year is all about.
Chinese New Year, First Day:
Woke up, wished my grandfather "gong xi fatt chai" and hugged him to get another extra hundred bucks (in which I did). Had breakfast, skipped the washing up part and went straight for the deck of cards. We played 21, casino and "kampung" style. First it was just my brothers and I. Then joined in my mother with her fanny pack full of coins for change. Just as I thought I was lucky, she took it away from me. Or maybe I got it from my mama? Anyways. Then joined in my father with his poker face. Poker-faced father bleached the dealer son's face white. Then joined in my grandfather. His face is lined with gambling experiences.
The dealer was stripped down naked.
Untill they pitied him decided to use just the "kampung" rule. He stripped us naked and went to buy the most expensive cigarettes he could find.
I finally went to wash up and take a bath, 'coz we were gonna go shopping. I needed a new bag to bring to class. Unfortunately, all the boutiques were closed, duh. But I found this:
FULLY ANAL JOYSTICK! Now if only I have a best friend who is gay...
At night, we had dinner at my aunt's place. I was feeling slightly under the weather already that time. The party was divided into to sections: The TV Room, and the Open Bar. The movie for the night? TITANIC. Surprisingly, EVERYONE was so engrossed in a movie that they've watched 87 times. Whoever walked past the telly was given a unanimous scolding from the crowd. And as for the Open Bar, the men were the one quenching their thirst till they were plastered. And literally plastered on the wall with their lobster face. I was in both sections: After thinking how Titanic could be a great literature story, perhaps even better than Wuthering Heights, I went to the Open Bar to get plastered. The liqour tasted real good when you're not feeling well, I realised. As if being cursed by Bronte, I got tipsy and sicker instead.
Chinese New Year, Second Day:
Woke up with a rattling cough and a squeaky voice. That night, we had another dinner at another aunt's place. As soon as we arrived there and gone through the niceties with other relatives, we went straight to an empty table to play Blackjack again. And no, it wasn't me who lead the pack, it was my mother with her fanny pack full of coins. This time, I was the dealer, and since my luck was nullified with my mother around, I was stripped. All stripped and sick and coughing like a bad engine, we decided to do some serious karoakeing. Helped myself to the cans of beer right in front of me - the coolness of it was really soothing, after much shouting and yelling and croaking. I went home a dumb and almost deaf person.
Chinese New Year, Third Day:
Officially sick. Went to a friend's place and there was booze...The vodka and the wine seemed to be the perfect elixir...before the world around me started spinning...
Chinese New Year, Fourth Day - TODAY:
I'm under the covers shivering and sniveling, writing this blog to tell everyone that NO, booze doesn't cure your fever, although it does make you feel good for a moment. Red wine may calm your nerves for a while, but it jams your nerves later; beer may soothe your burning throat, but it makes you want to jab a fork into your throat; and vodka is pure, pure evil.
So yeah, stay away from the the bar when you're sick, for whatever occasion that is.
Happy Chinese New Year people.