Glitterrrrring borrrrrring night

Last Friday night, we were invited by a couple to an event at Mandarin Oriental. What kind of event it was, we had no idea. We were just told that there would be some "light snacks", auction of jewellery and glittering things girls would die for. Of course, my banker, upon hearing "got makan", he lalalum pestered me to think of a way, somehow or another. Me? Surely it was the latter which pushed me to get out from the comfort of my home.



Hence, I stumbled around looking for a babysitter. The unofficial babysitter (JM) quota for the week was used up just the day before, so have to think of another way. :D

In the end, we dumped took them to a friend's house to play with their children for the few hours.


We were told that the dress attire is strictly formal. Men need to wear coats or tux while women ... think of "red carpet"..

I fumbled around my closet, and took out all the gowns I used to wear when I still had a swelte figure (as if I really did!). And there I was, trying them all, holding my breath while zipping up those damn zippers! Those damn clothes, they shrunk!

When we arrived, we were asked to take a picture in a group with the gala backdrop. WoW! Really like special guests, I tell ya! Felt like some VIPs smiling for the photographers and paparazzi (actually there was only 1)

Quite frankly, I hate these kind of events. Not only I feel out-of-place and do not know a single person there, I do not know how to hold a conversation if someone comes and approach me. In any case, I hang very closely to my hub and my friend, and whipped out my out-of-place camera to snap away. It's really the only thing to do, apart from ogling at sexy women walking around. They commented I looked more like a reporter there. Well, I didn't care.

After hanging around in the first "room", we were shown to another "room" and listened to someone giving a short speech. I really have no idea what the speech was about, for he was really not very handsome, to begin with.


And yet, another "room" emerged from the black curtain partitioning and quite a crowd was already hanging around. In there, there were some displays of these XO's in glass chambers. So precious meh?

Apart from that, there were 2 counters, one showcasing their glitters and jewels while the other, high class watches. We went over to have a look and were told that set of jewelleries costs 1.3 mil. Hearing 1.3mil, of course, our reaction is to pretend it so-darn-cheap, not quite matching our lifestyle standard. The watch was even cheaper, only 1.2mil. Wahh.. hub wanted to try it on, I reminded him he dropped it or scratched it, there goes his ass.

After that, there really wasn't much to do. No food was served, only teeny weeny little bits of unrecognizable food is whisked around by some waiters. It was really getting to be v-e-r-y boring.


Ahh.. then suddenly the event only starts and after an opening speech by yet another mediocre looking man, a woman entertained us with a few songs. OK ler.. her voice. Boleh tahan. But that didn't kill the boredom.

Models started strutting out, showing the jewelleries on them. I went near one of them later to see clearer of every inch of her body. It amazes me somehow. My eyes were like molesting her all over, and I wonder if she enjoys being "molested" by so many pairs of eyes? Anyway, I think as professional models, they should be used to it.

Saw a familiar face there. Recognize him or not?

You looking at the pendant or the cleavage? Need to ask meh, hoh?

Ok woh, quite "sock", hoh?
Ish! I had said for the umpteenth time, focus...

No moles ka. (Goolypop, you cannot apply for this job, unless you get rid of all the moles in your bordee sinn)

And the men, hang around, smoking cigars, drinking XOs, while my friend and I? Kept pestering our hubs to go home!

By the time we were in our car, it was way past 11, and I was hurrying back to my friend's home. After all, I do feel mm-hou-yee-si to trouble them till so late. The kids were ok, meimei was the first one to run to me and asked me why I came so late. And later I was told, didi was boycotted while koko joined the whole gang to call him by a nickname they gave him that night. I felt awful going to bed that night.