Saturday, 3 January 2009
11:52
Title: {I dare not eat one of those things again.}
5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Yeah yeah... whatever. I have heard that thing for like about fourteen times. They sure haven't changed their ways...
It was the New Year that day. Yep. New Year. 2009 already. Sec 3 already. Sigh... All these troubles came into me.
Anyway, I was having a steamboat on that day, to be exact, on that night. Woah. Order as much as you want,
but
a fine will be imposed if you waste your food. It states down there $5 per 100 gram.Wow. People nowadays...
I ordered those kind of like those.... err... one side is those kind of spicy and the other side is not hot at all.... Ya. That kind. (blaming myself for not taking pics.) *smack*
Ya, me and my family and some of my cousin's family bought as much as I wanted, (okay, not
that much.) And while I'm waiting I drank a bit of soup from the spicy side.
I choke on it.It doesn't taste like anything and it's getting spicier in my throat. It took me a while to realise that I've been drinking Chili Oil and I choked on it.
It took me 300ml of plain water to finally cool me down.
And when finally the stock boils. The vapour was
blowing toward me. At my direction. In my face.I coughed continuously. Sometimes this is what happens when you turn on an air-con right next beside the food. It took me another 100ml of plain water to relieve my cough.
Finally, the food came. Out of curiosity, I drank the spicy soup again. And it taste great (without the oil, that is). I took another and I choked on it, somehow it's the oil again.
I hate my life.
There were a whole lot of a plate filled with a variety of food, ready to be dumped into the pits of hell. Finally, for once, i get a chance of drinking the non-spicy soup and I almost got burned because of that. (that soup was like opposite of where I'm sitting. It taste awesome, as to compared with that chili-oil soup.
Luckily I have the honour of distributing. I dumped the food into the spicy and the non-spicy soup in the ratio of 1:2. But then the my cousin, aged 9, said that we have to distribute it evenly, and he dumped the food into the spicy and the non-spicy soup in the ratio of 2:1. What I've done is just null and void.
I choked on the vapour again.
Since then, I have a 'phobia' of that kind of steamboat. What the heck. Then finally, as the time passes. We have dessert then the food then another dessert then a drink then the food... the possibilities are endless.
And I went back home with the reeks of that nightmare in my shirt, jeans and my brand-new slingbag.
I hate my life.
Happy (belated) New Year, by the way. =)
