My Two Mandarin Oranges

Gong Xi Fa Cai. I had the best Mandarin Oranges at Club Seven on the eve of Chinese New Year. I got off early from work and decided to spend my precious hours playing pool.

So, my brother and I hopped over to Club Seven in Subang. In the mood of the festive, each player at the club were given a pair of complimentary mandarin oranges.

I wonder what the symbollism was. But heck, they tasted damn good.

By now, the balls, cues and table would bear the stench of sweet-smelling oranges, with sticky fingerprints and orange rind.

Pool's fun on CNY. I wonder if I'd get muruku during Deepavali.