Birthday Post

Oooh… look who’s back in town? I’m back to blogging again! My dad and bro left last Wednesday, leaving me all alone in Brisbane with no effing family :( My finals are next week but what the hell, back to the blogging world again!

Since my birthday and my hunny’s were only 8 days apart, we decided to throw a birthday bash for ourselves together at a karaoke place. I invited my female friends, while he called all his male friends, and of course, its definitely always more guys than gurls in the end. When we arrived at a quarter to eleven, there were only a few people in the karaoke room we were booked in, but by eleven, the room started filling up really quickly, and we resorted to having to book another two small rooms for the unlucky last batch of friends.

In our “Asians in Australia” culture, the birthday boy/girl has to scull a cup of beer with whoever *clinks* their beer cups with you, which in other words would be everyone attending your birthday partae, since everybody would take this opportunity to get you smashed. The duration between 11pm to 12pm would be excruciating for the birthday boy/girl, because if you think about it, the cups we use may not be comparable with those huge-ass mugs the Australians use, but damn, imagine if there were lets say, fifteen people who attended your birthday, this means fifteen cups of beer as the base, and then extra cups since everyone would be picking on you, playing drinking games with you.

Then when the clock strikes 12am, the birthday boy/girl has to down a jug of beer within the first birthday song that is being played in your room, otherwise you would have to drink another jug and the birthday song is repeated again! If your friends are nice, they would help you out with that jug of beer, which doesn’t usually happen, but of course, I love my chicks, thanks for the help babes!

As you can see in the photos, I puked straight after I finished the jug of beer. 0_o Hey… my tummy cant contain so much beer in such a short period of time! I know that most girls don’t really like beer, but to tell you the truth, I love drinking beer, except I cant scull too many at one go! Oh yeah, and only for beers like Hahn Ice, we drink that with sour plums. It has to be the grey coloured ones and not the red ones, otherwise the beer will taste like crap.

After all the alcohol, the birthday boy/girl finally gets to make a wish and blow out their candles, after which a cake fight follows through, or the cake gets taken away to be distributed. Teehee, no cake fights for us! I had a fabulous time with everyone. I was feeling high and happy, but not smashed so it was all good! My poor baby on the other hand was really hammered! The dude couldn’t even walk properly when we left for home!

Presents? Yeah, I received cash, candles - my all-time favourite, Anna Sui’s new fairy fragrance, bottles of wine, pointy heels which I absolutely fancy, cash and a Shiatsu massaging cushion from my hunnybun!

I also celebrated my birthday with my relatives at an Indonesian restaurant, the food there is superb thanks to my godparents and cousins.

Its funny how I celebrated my birthday so many times since I wasn’t planning to celebrate it due to funny superstitious reasons my boyfriend was going on about. Apparently Chinese people weren’t suppose to celebrate their birthdays if their age were like 19, 29, 39 and so forth. As long as you age ended with a 9, you’re suppose to stay low keyed otherwise this meant that you were celebrating the ending of your age since 9 was the ending of a numerical number, after which, a zero follows, which is the ending. 0_o

Eh? I was like, damn you shouldn’t have told me that, since what you don’t know doesn’t hurt! Some others say that its only for people who where in the older age gap, like 49, 59 or 69 years old. Oh well, I shall end here for the time being since this post is long enough already. Enjoy the photos peeps!

P/S: credits to Fiona for all the pictures. Did a great job woman :P