Early in the morning and I am having a stomachache. I just woke up 2 or 3 minutes ago. Half-awaken, I walked towards my computer and pushed the button for the computer to start up. My life has been like this sometimes. Wake up, use computer, sleep.
I am starting to review the food I ate yesterday evening to see if any of them could have been the culprit of the stomachache I have today. After some thought I realized that it’s unlikely that any of them could have cause problems.
If my mother were to be here and I were to tell her I had a stomachache, she’ll blame it on my computer. She’ll point to my monitors and say my computer produces radiation that is bad for my health, resulting in my stomachache. I’ll just agree with whatever she says and rush to the toilet.
If I go to the kitchen toilet, she’ll continue to nag how she has feeds me with good food when I was a baby. And how I grew up and spoil my health by eating bad food. To her, all food is bad, except one that comes with rice or plain noodles. Western food like burgers and pasta are a no-no for her.
She isn’t open to western food. I don’t really care, as long as it’s edible, it’s nice to munch on, now I’ll just eat that. She doesn’t like the idea of Japanese food too. My mother says in Mandarin, “The sushi rice is so little, how can you be full?”
“Eat 1 more sushi then,” I replied (and subsequently resumed my activity in the toilet).
“It won’t make you full, you need to eat a meal”
“Japanese lives longer. They eat sushi,” I answered (and resumed my much-urgent activity).
And so, my mother explains, “After I give birth to you, I have been feeding with all the healthy food, now you’re spoiling your health by eating all the strange food. A meal must consists of..”
I didn’t reply already. I resumed my toilet activity and prioritize that. There’s no point arguing. It tires me. Her point is simple, she wants me to eat Chinese food and she wants me to choose rice, and try to avoid noodles.
Some of the food she blacklisted are Thai (every damn noodle that offer), Malay (Nasi Lemak), Indian (Roti Prata), Italian (ziti, spaghetti, linguine and everything pasta), Japanese (sushi, she allows ramen though) and English/French/American (Burgers, continental breakfast, everything is banned) food.
She’s very troublesome, isn’t she? Later, for lunch. Let’s see, Italian food perhaps? Pizza. Yummy.
[After I typed this post, surprisingly, my upset stomach has recovered.]
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