Head Banging Xmas Eve

Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum. Merry Christmas everyone.

No, I wasn't part of any Pirates re-enactment although 'Mariah Carey' did make an appearance at Kim's annual Xmas shindig at Royalville. We all knew she was sleazy, fishnets and all! Ahem.

It was a nice, quiet fried affair - lots of balls of the fish and sotong variety, bee hoon to the hilt (of a casserole dish), samosas (yummy) and chicken wings (snapped to maximise economy of consumption by housewife/aunty standards). Plied with Absolut Red Ruby mixed to perfection, the party got along just fine. Furqy then produced his FCUK poker set and we all got down to how-to-beat-the-IR lessons with Kok Leong. With no money involved of course. Blackjack followed by a few rounds of poker were enough to bring us to the midnight hour where we shook hands, hugged and wished one another good will for 2007.



Then it was time for presents. At this juncture I must apologise for my lack of preparedness. I distributed carbo and sugar as part of my return-to-Fatkins diet, a ploy to get thin pple as largeseque as I am. I got too many good things - more food and a toy car. I am ashamed I could not reciprocate. I owe you all drinks. Thanks for the prezzies.

Intellectual stimulation came next. We played Cranium and boy, is it fun. One gets to spell (yes there is only one 's' in abysmal, damn it), hum tunes (yes, this mountain is not high enough for some), figure out the meaning of words like tautology and impasto, learn that 20/15 eyesight is better than 20/20, recall that it was 'Play It Sam' in Casablanca and understand that it is not possible to sculpt 'Fig Leaf' with Playdoh. In the end, the victorious team of Edwin, Furqy and Gurmit rubbed salt into the wounds of the rest of the highly-entertaining losers. Haha.


Thanks to Kim, Andy, June, Kok Leong, Edwin, Furqan for keeping the good times rolling till 3am.