Late guests who were caught in the down pour had to park their cars far. They were greeted by colorful umbrellas. Help needed to direct traffic. These poor guys were drenched to the skin.
The moment the lion dance started. My vision became blur. The smoky atmosphere at the porch caused by the loud, deafening fire crackers to 'ward off' evil, I was told.
The number to bet, 1898 or should i say, 8681?
Roasted Pig.
The San Francisco Steakhouse did a pretty job, food was gooood. Mostly fried stuffs, sushi. Due to the rain, waiters were serving us with their pants rolled up and wet uniforms.
The soil was very wet and muddy.Puddles of water everywhere. Ladies in killer heels- stilettoes were having problem with their heels and showing their 'beh song' face. I was smart, i wore uncle's Crocs to cross over to the tent on the other side for food. That stormy nite, the hot curry mee was everyone's favorite while the umbrellas were most important, most LAKU.
That night, gaming continued as usual, some stayed awake to watch a movie.
Look at us, so sleepy yet so engrossed in the movie.
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