WHOSE JOB TO PEEL THE PRAWN?

Well, it definitely ain't my bloody job... Sometimes I do feel that I am rather lucky to have people to dote on me. A recent friendly complaint from my good friend made me realise just how pampered I really am. As well, what a 'da nv ren' I am...

So I went out with a good friend who is so used to being waited upon, and who now, waits (hmmm... I wouldn't use that word. 'Help' is probably much of a better word...), helps me with my dining chores ('dining chores' is a word I just came up with a minute ago... it just refers to the things you have to do to get to your food...). A very good example would be the action of shelling the prawn just to get to the succulent meat I ever so love, especially when steamed, or the action of removing the perfectly cooked chicken meat from its bones after its boiled to perfection.

So yes, I like my food easy and ready to eat. Everytime I'm at my grandma's place for dinner, I would have to do these chores myself. Shell the prawn, divide the meat into 3 portions, peel the duck meat, cut up the fishballs, shred the vegetables... my food has to be bite size, or smaller than bite size for that matter. It just has to be!!!

My good friend very nicely always shells the prawn for me even though he isn't used to it and though he is not my bf (that's exactly what a guy should do, no?) That day when we went out for steamboat, just a note, our table is filled with couples, so when it comes to the prawns, the girls, very automatically will shell the prawns for their bf. Only me... wait for people to shell for me...

The same thing happened at a wedding finner as well when I was with Kenny. A full table, 5 couples, arrival of steam prawns, girls shell the prawns. The only guy at the table shelling prawns is Kenny. So Kenny was saying, Its either the girls spoil my market or kenny spoil the guys market lo... I'm sorry darling, but since I'm so used to it, realising it does not make me feel any bad about it either.

I just didn't realise that there were so many understanding and automatic girls out there. Like some of my friends will cook for their husband or boyfriend. I really do think that only limited people will be able to tahan my attitude lo. Which guy will carry his gf's handbag anywhere and everywhere. Which guy would peel a chicken for his gf?

So a message to all guys out there who does not do the above-mentioned examples. Bloody shame on you! You better go home and think about how you've been treating your gf all along.

I do have one thing that I am seriously handicapped at though I've tried my freaking best to do something about it. I cannot open can drinks or bottles. I seriously fucking can't do it lo. That time I was so bloody thirsty so I went to buy bottled drink at Woodlands station, was suppose to meet a friend in town. Then all the way on the train, I tried to open it but bloody can't lo. So have to wait till reach town, see my friend then can get a drink. -.-

As Kenny always say, 'In a desert, even if you have a hundred bottles of water around you, you will still die of thirst'. But why would I be alone in a desert in the first place? Huh? Huh? Smart ass... *smug*