are not for everyone. At least not everyday for 4 consecutive days.One satisfying feast is all it takes to curb your craving for the month. Everytime I go home, dad & mum insist on having good food every single meal as they imagine us starving ourselves when we are out on our own. It applies to all 3 of us, which reminds me.. hey fabs, joining us anytime soon? I hope so. During my recent trip home, dad asked me what I'd like to do for the new year and I replied that it would be nice to have a countdown event. And so...our big-hearted daddy went ahead and booked us 3 (me, Mum and himself) to the annual countdown party at Shangrila. And my oh my were there alot of foreigners! There were visitors from Scotland, Sweden, Norway, Toronto, Dubai etc. And they were all in gowns and tuxedos. I looked so plain in comparison. Well, the entry pass did not specify black tie event anyway.The party was extravagant.
So was the food. Not to mention the non-stop eating sprees we went on 2 nights prior to the party, indulging in Japanese buffets, seafood dinners and exotic Chinese food, goodness I hardly had any space left in my stomach. But well, of course, that was just an excuse. Upon feasting my eyes on the wide array of food selection, the past was forgotten. I was ravenous.
Dad & mum enjoying their champagne before the dinner
Food! They had Spider Crab (like the one in Hokkaido) of which dad gladly helped himself to
Well, all in all, the night was a blissful one. I went down and danced with mum to the likes of Abba ie Dancing Queen, and many others that were performed live by a Filipino band. Dad was afraid of bumping into Mr. Watsisname (MD of M&S) so he cheered for us from the 2nd floor instead.
Us in our party hats and headwear right before the countdown
So that's all for now folks, tata!
1 comment:
wah
so happening
i already blog about my new year in my own blog so go read there leh
ehehehe
but how come d place doesn't look like what i remembered it to be?
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