My Christmas Adventure

"I don't fucking celebrate Christmas so stop wishing me a Merry Christmas. Would you wish an Indian dude a Happy Chinese New Year?"

The above is what I would've said if I chose to succumb to boredom and eventually veering into the realm of slumber on the living room floor with the TV remote in my hand. But I'm left speechless now as I did the total opposite. I actually "celebrated" Christmas. Or at least I did enough to make the makcik's around my neighborhood shout "Murtad! Anak Jahanam!" (translation : "Infidel! Corrupted Son!")

Ah. I love my people.

I went to a Church. I went to a Christmas gathering.

I witnessed a riot after some people had too much to drink.

The Church Musical (A Christmas Tale)

My direct supervisor is an avid church member who gets his "blessings" every Saturday by conducting Bible classes for the Church's youth voluntarily. So me being the asshole I am can't possibly stand by, lips welded with my head down when this comes to my attention. I MUST make fun of it. And I have done so much from reciting biblical quotes aloud in the office, to doing it while wearing his glasses, scarf and headgear.

As a result of my mockery antics I was invited to watch a musical in his church!

Two possibilities conjured up as he made that offer to me:

1) He repays insensitivity with hospitality.

2) He's going to brainwash me wish Jesus juice.

Albeit the hint of reluctance I felt within I went eventually and it was undoubtedly a unique experience. Typical musical theme accompanied by an excellent choir and an old balding bellied man with his arms stretched out whom they call - The Pastor. Jesus here Jesus there, then came collection time!

Guys, don't reprimand Christianity as a money grubbing organization. Instead, lets be more politically correct and say that they are financially aware! Hell I don't blame them. I'd be yelling "Praise The Lord" If people were putting money in MY pocket too! Hush. Such intolerance.

Dinner was Catered. In my mind "Oh no...Jesus food".

Sorry mom. I ate their brownies.

Got a little cramp in my left arm but I think I should be fine.

The Gathering.

The next day was Christmas. I was supposed to be there at 1 and I woke up 10 mins after. HP dead out of battery and eventually arrived at around 3. Menu was turkey, chicken, beef , cheese, white cheese, funny smelling "papadam" tasting cheese. The host sure loves his cheese. Went on to watch National Treasure after that.

Boooooooooooooooooring!

Lets get to the highlight of the night!

BLACK FIGHT!

It was after the movie and we decided to chill over some supper and talk crap at Bencoolen's Kopitiam. I never knew that place had African patrons but being around people of the like just made me feel like I was in the ghetto of some hood. (I'm a huge fan of 2pac)

When then what started as a heated argument obliterated into a mess with flying bottles and chairs and popping sounds! (Probably them cursing in Zimbabwean)

It was awesome!

Courtesy of Lola Okhrana, we managed to get a little footage of the scene.






Listen closely you can hear me in the background going "holy shit dude!"

The 1st bottle flew straight into our direction as that brother threw it to his rival! Man I felt like in another 2 seconds there was gonna be a drive by shooting.

The fight sure made my night.


Good food. Good movie. Awesome fight.

Just one element away from making it a man's PERFECT Christmas.

*wink



Happy Boxing Day.

FUZZ