My parents are invited for a birthday party at the Community Hall in Balakong this evening. The party was organized by an Indian best friend to my father who capable to speak Hokkien.
There’s only one word to describe the whole occasion; HORRIBLE. It wasn’t because the crowd was mainly Indian. In fact, zero activity was held. I had only seen people wandering around like a zombie, or taking photos of one another. Worse is that we were as if a hollow man to them, nobody actually came and talked with us at all. Fortunately, there was another Chinese family who happens to be my relative joined in. We shared the same table since the others completely ignored us.
The food was a disaster; typical Indian food with curry, curry and curry. I shoved in all as fast as I could, so that I might get back home soon.
Well, at least they did serve us with chocolate cake, nothing special, though.
There’s only one word to describe the whole occasion; HORRIBLE. It wasn’t because the crowd was mainly Indian. In fact, zero activity was held. I had only seen people wandering around like a zombie, or taking photos of one another. Worse is that we were as if a hollow man to them, nobody actually came and talked with us at all. Fortunately, there was another Chinese family who happens to be my relative joined in. We shared the same table since the others completely ignored us.The food was a disaster; typical Indian food with curry, curry and curry. I shoved in all as fast as I could, so that I might get back home soon.Well, at least they did serve us with chocolate cake, nothing special, though.
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