Stupid rich Chinese girls

I missed writing this incredulous part during our high-tea yesterday.

Shortly after we filled our stomachs with food, Andy, Eugene and I went to the loo not for reasons like Esther in the car. When I entered the toilet, I almost slipped like an ice-skater and thought they just mopped the floor. As I emerged later from the cubicle, what greeted me on my immediate right on the floor was a puddle of vomit.

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I went “fuckfuckfuck” as I stared in disbelief at the semi-digested watermelon on the floor, splattered red and in various shapes and sizes. As the floor’s designs were almost similar to the puke’s, it was no wonder we didn’t notice them earlier. Which also meant our precious Nikes were tainted with someone’s uncivilised behaviour. I can only imagine a fat primary school kid rushing to the toilet as if it was the Amazing Race, tried to jump for the sink – too late – and puked all over (and there were schoolchildren from SKDJ, heh).

Studying group today wasn’t that effective. We were in BK’s top floor before we had to move outside as someone reserved the place for some stupid birthday party. Which happened to be one of our school’s students. As we studied outside, for some unknown reason, we watched several MTV shows and got severely distracted. Heh.

Jess told me via MSN about a surprise ‘party’ thingy for Suet, of sorts, so I went along. I thought we had to wait outside her house for her to come back (she was out with family) and scream like hooligans the moment anyone emerges from the elevator. As Andy and I reached the door, we heard Esther’s distinct voice squealing from inside and were surprised. Barry opened the door for us and mentioned something about cursing us. lol.

So in the end we watched Malaysian Idol on a TV inflicted with colour-blindness. Jien and Sheryl turned purple and green. MU players wore blue shirts. What we thought was a red card turned out to be yellow, as the colour was pink.

Barry awaited Suet Teng’s SMS (I think) and when the moment arrived, we turned the TV and everything else off and lit the birthday cake, scream and rave at Suet Li the moment she entered.

After the birthday cake was blown, we immediately rushed back to the telly awaiting the results.

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Goddamn Daniel. Rigged. Parents told me later the lala had 1.2million votes while Nita had only 500k. 1.7 million 50sen SMS translates to free moolah for the respective companies.

Let’s dissect the 1.2m votes, which shouldn’t be hard:
- Lalachai and Lalamui United
- Stupid rich Chinese girls
- Racist fat aunties holding a potluck at the local mamak
- Gay guys with very bad taste
- Tone-deaf people
- “I-have-RM1000-credit-and-I-love-Daniel-what-should-I-do?”

I think Daniel won due to the fact that he’s a freaking Chinese. The shame. Racism still lingers wide. Chinese people are mostly richer too, ya know?

Poor Nita. If she comes out with an album (most likely), I might consider purchasing it.

The moment the results were announced, I had two SMS waiting for me at my charging phone at home, from Heng Li and Daniel. True to his style, our own Ding Dong’s SMS was:

10Q, 10q all da audience, judges, 8tv, and everybody, 10q!

And KS’s MSN’s nick, despite sounding not what its innocent meaning is: i would prefer jien.

Same sentiments.