Friday, January 13, 2006
This post is a bit backdated because the events in it happened in the Happened over the holiday period, namely the Hari Raya Haji holidays. The events in this however, continue to play on in my mind. Because I am a fat, lazy fella, work has never been one of my favourite things to fill my time with. So, just imagine the shock I got when my cuzzie and my bro decided (obviously without my knowledge) that the house was in need of a 'sprucing up'. Reluctantly as usual, I dragged myself to my feet to WORK (arrgh, the dirtest four-letter word in the world). Abandoning the natural instinct to run to the bathroom to hide and say I swallowed a whole bottle of laxatives, I somehow foolishly decided that work wouldn't take too much toll on me. I couldn't be more wrong. Within minutes of reporting to Sarge Vikraman (a.k.a DAD), I was assigned to clean the drains. Aiyo, of all the work in the world, my Dad had to give me this one. The while smell of the drain is enough to put you off, its the least of your concerns when you are cleaning them. The big problem is having to scrape of the moss that grows on the sides of the drain while having to deal with the leaves that have fallen into the drain that clog it (we have this huge durian tree in our house and about a ton of leaves fall into the drains every day). I suppose my Dad put me in charge of this paricular job because I have a high level of patience (needed every bit of it). I was halfway cleaning the drain when I noticed this yellow, pus like substance flowing in my direction. One sniff and my nose went ka-put. It seemed that my Mum was frying prawns, and she poured the oil down the drain. Oh God, why do ou test me I thought. Anyways, after a sickening exprience I finally got the job done. After that, I decided that I'd quit the 'Men's Department', so I hopped over to help my mum cook lunch, luckily she was done with the prawns and was cooking luncheon meat with potatoes and green peas. At last, I thought 'something I can do'. I am sorta okay at cooking, but really nervy (cheh, so perasan) and this dish was my speciality. So i told Mum to take a break while I finish up. After a nervous cooking experince, finnaly was able to to produce some sort of half cooked dish. Alamak, lunch is gonna suck. Never mind, payback for my cuzzie, bro and Dad. Ahhh, revenge is sweet.
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