San Caw Bao
Sabtu kemaren 21st partynya Julie. Full team lengkap dong dateng. Temen gue si Bec ini tipe2 bule yang suka mengeneralisasikan suatu ras dengan sesuatu. Misalnya gue suka banget makan ayam goreng, maka dia akan mikir semua orang asia suka banget ayam goreng -_-
Lalu kemaren ngobrol..
B: So her parents aren’t coming?
M: No, her mum and sister in law is coming. The dad and the brother stayed home.
B: What? Why?
M: Dunno. She said they can’t leave the house at the same time, someone has to “guard” the house, just in case something happened.
B: What? Is that an Asian thing?
M: Oh yeah, totally. We have this God, called San Caw Bao, he’s the God of wealth. So we can’t leave the house at the same time, because he’ll curse us with 10years of financial dificulties.
B: YOU’RE SHITTING ME RIGHT?
M: Nooo.. I’m seriousssss laa..
B: STOP WITH THE LAAA THING WOMAN.. IS THIS SAN CAW BAO THING IS FOR REAL? *mulai gak santay*
B: F youuuu!!! You know I totally will say that in a convo, “you know a friend of mine said, they have this God, San Caw Bao..”
3 glass of champagne on an empty stomach made us super happy that night. Every toast goes to San Caw Baoooo!! Woop woopppp!!!