Classic Cheese

It's a cake, as you should know. If not, at least familiarize yourself with Chocolate Indulgence, which is the cake that my family frequents. However, for this year's birthday party, we decided to go for something a little... Unorthodox. So we picked the Classic Cheese. (Yes I know the name clearly states Classic Cheese)

Anyway, I celebrated my birthday on Sunday. That's not the real date, by the way. My real birthday is tomorrow. The 17th.

Anyways, we went to this out-of-the-way-jungly-sort-of-place, where my mum was recommended to by her friends. We got there, and we were like. Whoa.

The restaurant was big, and seemingly open air. There were small gazebos with tables and chairs for private functions, and a large area with many tables and chairs for normal customers. The place looked like it had been closed down for quite a while. The stuff was still there, but the plants were growing all over.

There was a man there, however. My mum went to him and asked:

"Excuse me, is this place open?"

The man looked extremely affronted.

"Yes, of course it is, ma'am."

They spoke for a while then he brought us into a decidedly more well-kept room, which was air-conditioned. There was a long table in the room, which looked like it was reserved just for us.

The rest of the relatives started arriving. The usual group. The Chan's, the Tan's, the Loong's, and the Choong's, plus one. The plus being the Loong's new nine year old sister, supposedly born on Saturday night. Go figure.

Anyways, while my mum was busy sorting out the food with the talkative waiter who took us in, we took a look around the place. We found the toilets, and didn't know which one to go to.

Do we belong here?

Or here?

Back at the restaurant, we enjoyed their hearty servings of muruku whilst the waiters prepared our happy meals.


And then, Yee Juinn presented the brilliant gift of a Balisong(Otherwise known as butterfly knife) from Joo Lee, Yee Hou and himself. Said to be illegal in Malaysia, our family doesn't care.

Beautiful.

Finally, lunch is served.

Mmm. Tastes like chicken. Probably because it is chicken.

After the chicken, the clams came disguised like a duck. Some call it "The Trojan Duck". The duck was actually on fire when they first served it, but by the time we got the camera out, the flames were gone.

So here we are, enjoying the meal.

Another shot from the other end of the table.

Here's the newborn baby, Vivian.

After the meal, came the cake. The Classic Cheese.

And with the cake, came the impossible challenge.

Jun Ian grabs two slices of the cake, a smacks them onto a plate. He squashes them to the center of the plate, and stabs a candle into the middle.

"Here are the rules: Put your hands behind your back. You grab the candle off the plate with your mouth. If you are not fast enough, we will push your face into the cake. If you are fast enough, you may escape."

"Well, not much of a chance," I was thinking. "But.. Hey, what the heck, let's go do something stupid."

Here's the video.

The cake went up my nose. Nose cake, you know. Literally cake. Not just the usual brownies.

Last picture: Balisong Extremists.

"Hey, let's do lala poses with our balisongs."

Whose brilliant idea was that?

Jun Shern out.

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