lesson to remember

yesterday.......

"pssssttt...don't let your brother do the ordering!!!!.....last chance!!...you better do something about it!" she hissed into my ear.

flipping through the scrumptious pictures on the menu, my ears were only half listening; the growling of my stomach overriding the voice.

"it's ok. i'm hungry. let him order.....but quick. i want to eat".

that was the last sentence i said.....before i exploded!

we ordered far too much. we stuffed our faces, not to mention our stomachs, because no one wanted to admit that we ordered too much. if there wasn't much food left on the table, it wasn't too much, right? our insane logic, anyway.

it helped that my sensibility was temporarily distracted by a couple of ninjas scurrying around. it really tickled me to see the waiters wearing the get-up, complete with the black face mask and webbed shoes. they didn't pull out swords from behind their backs though, much to my disappointment. spoil-sport!

mum insisted on placing pieces of globe fishes on the grill....eventhough it was not meant to be grilled. it came back blackened and burnt. nobody wanted it.

granny, who was a little miffed with the general saltiness of the food, (and was being told repeatedly by moi that japanese food is like that one lah) asked for the fifteenth time..."you all never order rice ah? you all must eat a little rice!"....even after all of us have downed two plates of sushi rolls, some katsu-don (fried chicken with rice), some fancy mixed whatchamacallit rice. nooooo moreeeeee riceeeeee pleaseeeeee! and after her equivalent number of reminders to pack the remaining food, we were seriously considering asking the waiter to pack the single slice of watermelon, soya sauce, some limp dripping pieces of lettuce, little bits of wasabi here and there (if you scrape the plates hard enough), some abandoned sukiyaki soup, a half-eaten sushi.......we finally decided against it. going to the emergency and pumping out our stomachs for food poisoning is not my idea of losing the weight gained from this excessive lunchtime.

i think japanese food makes my family a little crazy, bordering on insanity.

lesson learnt today: supervise when brother is ordering!

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