A Horrible Evening

My dad brought my grandma, mom and me to his Hainanese Club dinner *again* to endure a tortorous collection of 40 songs by uncles and aunties. The last time he subjected us to such torture was last Mothers' Day (and it was only 30 songs, this time was 40!!!)!

My brother's friend came and he didn't go for the dinner. I hate this type of "dinner": the horrible singing, the off-key renditions, the screeching and constant "break-off-cos-i-can't-hold".

Next time i'll make sure i go out with my friends on the day of the "next" dinner.