Mihun Again

So the partayyy went pretty well down the garden at Wisma Rekod (formerly Wisma Kayu) @ HKL. The wheelchair-bounds, patients, volunteers and all the staffs joined in the orgies.

Free-flows of booze, unlimited supplies of weed and methamphetamines, strip teasers on every pole,…these were the only absentees.

It was fun all in all. At least It was fun for me to have met former ward mates. The do was jointly organised by us, Persatuan Perwira K9 and Yayasan Scomi, the company’s wing that handles charity events. But there was no sightings of that Kamaluddin guy nor the other infamous fella.

The thing kicked off very early with breakfast served for all the participants. I went with my two cousins and since we’re a bunch of big-eaters, we expected more than just fried mihun and several types of cakes. I mean, mihun again? I get mihuns on practically every functions I have attended. Maybe its hassle-free and conveniently cheap but hey, we’ve got it all covered by the Scomi Group, They can afford Chili’s or some weird french restaurants serving slugs as the caterer but no, we’re not demanding on silly things like that. Just a fine malay/chinese/indian restaurant would do it. Why is it compulsory for such functions to have mihun, dry karipaps and if you’re lucky, roti jala and chicken curry on the menu really beats me.

By the way, havent they heard of nasi lemak?

So anyway I took my time when all had proceeded to the ‘dance floor’ at the rehab garden. And the best part was, by the time I reached there, a long speech by one of the organisers was just over. Yay.

From my observation, those guys from Scomi had a blast more than we did. According to one of them, it was a rare opportunity to get upclose with us quads and paras. They tried their hands on wheelchair basketball and had a tough time adjusting on their body balance and would usually end up falling backwards. Fortunately, nobody broke their spine. Or he would have made instant friends for life.

The event was already in full-swing by now. We all strutted our stuffs on darts, carums, table tennis, you name it. The show-offs all around. Everyone wanted to be a clown so the professionals were not needed.

Not surprisingly the board games were the main attraction as it was played in an air-conditioned room considering the hot weather on that day.

All the games were over by lunch time. Nasi minyak was served with little helping. I was starving like hell that while having our lunch we actually discussed about going to Makbul or Sri Paandi or Burger King right after that.

Towards the end, A wheelchair-dance demonstration took the spotlight and got everyone in awe. Then followed by prize-giving ceremony and a short speech from our president. Goody bags were handed to all the participants on wheelchairs and after a few photos taken, we split.

We found ourselves at hartamas’ Burger King 15 minutes later.