Monday, September 27, 2004
I've developed a phobia for moon cakes.
Eating one or two is sufficiently satisfying. But not when you have to eat like ten or so pieces.
Perhaps we shouldn't have bought moon cakes, and in addition ask each person to bring a moon cake to contribute to the feast. A moon cake from every pioneer is sufficient to fill us up.
The last resort to finish all the moon cakes: the secret number game. Whoever who guesses the number (i.e. the loser) will eat up a certain number of moon cakes.
Although I like Chinese tea, I'm giving this one a miss. Why? Two reasons: (1) I'm afraid I will not be able to sleep tonight; (2) They used a pillowcase as a strainer for the leaves. Hello, isn't that unhygienic? The pillowcase has been in the dusty old storeroom for like how many days or weeks, and they actually take it out and use it as a tool for human consumption? Yes, army boys and men are dirty, but that goes too far. The scene of people opening the dispenser to find the pillowcase inside is almost like a gag from Just Kidding.
The opening of the mess to all the men is a historical event, so historical that it should probably be written down on a plague for remembrance and hung up outside the mess door:
The cohesion night is planned with two activities after the moon cake feasting: you can either watch a movie or the pool tournament. Turns out that most people opt to watch the pool tournament, theory being the mess is a new thing like a kid's Christmas present, so everybody wants to have a feeling of what it's like in there. Anyway the laptop in the Lecture Room is screwed - it is so old that it has no DVD-Rom, so we can't watch "Saving Private Ryan" on it because it was brought here in DVD format; the VCD of "Gladiators" seems to have problems and causes the laptop to hang every time we try to run it; we have no choice but to watch "2 Fast 2 Furious". Barely five minutes into the show, I leave because it's boring, and I want to sleep.
Not before grabbing a bite of Taiwanese Sausage. The Muah Chee Man has arrived again. Unfortunately his fare fails to whet my appetite, because I'm dangerously overloaded with moon cakes.
¶ 9/27/2004 11:12:00 pm Eating one or two is sufficiently satisfying. But not when you have to eat like ten or so pieces.
Perhaps we shouldn't have bought moon cakes, and in addition ask each person to bring a moon cake to contribute to the feast. A moon cake from every pioneer is sufficient to fill us up.
The last resort to finish all the moon cakes: the secret number game. Whoever who guesses the number (i.e. the loser) will eat up a certain number of moon cakes.
Although I like Chinese tea, I'm giving this one a miss. Why? Two reasons: (1) I'm afraid I will not be able to sleep tonight; (2) They used a pillowcase as a strainer for the leaves. Hello, isn't that unhygienic? The pillowcase has been in the dusty old storeroom for like how many days or weeks, and they actually take it out and use it as a tool for human consumption? Yes, army boys and men are dirty, but that goes too far. The scene of people opening the dispenser to find the pillowcase inside is almost like a gag from Just Kidding.
The opening of the mess to all the men is a historical event, so historical that it should probably be written down on a plague for remembrance and hung up outside the mess door:
The cohesion night is planned with two activities after the moon cake feasting: you can either watch a movie or the pool tournament. Turns out that most people opt to watch the pool tournament, theory being the mess is a new thing like a kid's Christmas present, so everybody wants to have a feeling of what it's like in there. Anyway the laptop in the Lecture Room is screwed - it is so old that it has no DVD-Rom, so we can't watch "Saving Private Ryan" on it because it was brought here in DVD format; the VCD of "Gladiators" seems to have problems and causes the laptop to hang every time we try to run it; we have no choice but to watch "2 Fast 2 Furious". Barely five minutes into the show, I leave because it's boring, and I want to sleep.
Not before grabbing a bite of Taiwanese Sausage. The Muah Chee Man has arrived again. Unfortunately his fare fails to whet my appetite, because I'm dangerously overloaded with moon cakes.
