Yearhhhh!

Most of the day was utterly boring. I watched Hannibal. It was completely different. I mean, compared to American Psycho. And I have to admit, I liked American Psycho better. Why?

Because American Psycho wasn't about scaring the audience with disgusting props and stuff. American Psycho let you decide if there were any murders at all, or if it was all in his head the whole time. And even though there was gore, it wasn't so brutal. It was just right.

Hannibal though. I mean, for Gods sake, Mason Verger was creepy. Just looking at his face will give you nightmares. And Dr.Lecter seemed a bit larger than life sometimes. Who can believe that someone on the FBI's most wanted list can travel by air and stuff. Sounds over the top.

But enough about the boring.

I went for a Chinese wedding dinner just now. And the one thing you learn about the Chinese in Perak is they are a fucking happy bunch of people after they've gulped down beer number 3. I mean, there were about 50 tables. The bride and groom went to each one and gulped a litre of beer at every stop.

And the Yam seeng(however you spell it) were just so loud. But the thing about the yam seng is that. Its just loud. Haha.

They were like..

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMSENG *sip beer*


Just a sip? I mean, the Punjabs have shorter yells with bigger results
CHAKEDEFATTEH *gulps everything*

Anyway, there was this old Chinese uncle. We'll call him Uncle Lee, mainly because that's what any Uncle Lee would look like in my head. He was guzzling bottles of beer. Non stop. And so was my grandpa. Uncle Lee ended up emo-ing against the wall with someone on the phone and my grandpa began moving back and forth to some Chinese karaoke music. Which was weird because that was like listening to toned down Japanese Karaoke music. Which is bad in case you've never listened to either. My grandpa seemed to enjoy it.

There was like a 7-course dinner. First was Yam Basket with some seafood. It was nice.

Then was some soup. I think it was seafood in the soup. But yeah, that was nice too.

Then came roasted pork . Quite nice. But it was fattening.

Some other dishes after that. But I'm too bloated to remember anything past the pork.

Left 4 Dead has this monster-zombie called the hunter. The screech it makes is chilling. And I'm using that as my sms alert. So me and my grandparents were walking towards the door outside the house just now. It was pitch black. When Kua messaged me.


Yearrrhhhhhhhh!!

I froze. My granma froze. My granpa went 'huh?'. He was drunk.

Scary shit wei. I thought a Hunter was gonna hop out and kill me.

Ok. On a side note. Broken Hands by Lamb of God is the song I wish I wrote. First time a LoG song spoke so personally to me. They're usually all about killing George Bush. Lols.

Parts from Verse 1 and 2:

There's a bad storm blowing in
And most of us won't make it
The wreckage of your past
Means nothing now, forsake it

Well there's those that do
And those that just do talking
We're all going through hell
It's burn or keep on walking

You really ought to hear the chorus. Awesome awesome.