Day 160 - Potluck Party

Our dear class rep saved an entire box of longan jelly from Malaysian Night. unaware that everyone had already eaten before he arrived. And so, he had an entire box left in his freezer by the end of the week, about to ferment anytime soon.

So, we decided to throw a longan jelly party! But since that wouldn't be nutritious enough, we added a potluck party before that and titled the entire event "Pre-CNY Party".

Unfortunately, we were stupid enough to go for a cheap Indian buffet in town for lunch. Yes, ALL OF US. Well, except one. But that guy's eats very little because of his horrible metabolism.

I believed I complained about the missing kitchen knife on Facebook. Well, it came back tonight... with my China housemate's weekly dinner party...

So, I went to Nabila's place to cook instead. Poor girl was lonely and wanted someone to cook with. I am not joking. She was at another friend's house when I went to borrow some honey for my recipe. And Nabila invited me over. Seeing as how I would have to fight for the kitchen back home anyway, I took up her offer. ...only to regret it later.

I offered to make honey lemon chicken. And I was stupid enough to forget the honey when we were in town. Hence the borrowing. Anyway, I fried the chicken first and decided to wait a little later before making the sauce because I was waaaay ahead of schedule. During the process of waiting... "Just one." "Another one." "Last one." "Really last one." "Okay. REALLY last one."

*smacks own face*

By the time I made the sauce, there was a very visible empty corner on the plate of fried chicken. I am never cooking at her place again. Or cooking with her around for that matter...

Finally, the party began. There were seven of us, but eight or nine dishes since some offered to cook more. Poor poor Nabila, she made the fried rice too spicy and everybody was just staring at it, not daring to try. I am not even kidding. When you first put it into your mouth, Nabila's excellent cooking fills your mouth with absolute wonder. And then you swallow.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! WHAT THE HECK DID YOU PUT IN THERE!!!??

Luckily for me, I cooked at her place, and already taste-tested it for her, so I knew it was coming. But for Valerie who can't handle anything spicy, not so lucky. It's kinda mean, but... Yay! Entertainment!

Well, I mentioned how stupid we were to go for a buffet in the morning. So... lots of things were left, especially the atomic bomb... uh... fried rice.

Then it was the longan jelly time. And it was frozen... Great... How do we eat a block of ice? Screw it! *ding ding ding* *crack* *scoop* *crack* Quite a lot of us were shivering after that.

Then, we had another surprise. Tang Yuan! Wait... It's not CNY yet. Who cares? SWEETS!!

And the party continued to discussions about Malaysian Night and the problems. And about how the JPA, MARA and private student groups are so seperated. And how the 1st years are so non-existent outside. Yaddy-yaddy-yada. Yep, bitching lots. Ah well, at least we backstage got to express our dissatisfaction for having to pay even though some of us didn't get to eat. I did, but like for 3 minutes per dish, so it still wasn't worth it.

Well, it was a good night. Although most of us felt like bursting after that.

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