Forgetful Fumblebee
Couldn't have been more unlucky.
This morning after the normal wake-up routin, went to the kitchen to check out if there's any food for breakfast. On the table got 2 packets of those fried bee hoon kinda stuffs. Not interested. Saw a pot on the gas cooker/stove/whatever. Curiously lifted the makeshift cover, a metal plate, to see what is inside.
The steam that has been held in the pot quickly rushes out and scalded the upper skin of my thumb and some parts of the hand.
"Wah lau eh!" I yelled, and dropped the cover promptly. I wonder how could the pot keep the steam and heat in the pot. Bend down and see. "Wah lau eh!" the cooker was turned at a very very low fire, hardly visible unless u look closely.
It's either mom or dad who left the stove on and left the house. I have a feeling it is most probably my father. Goodness! I can't imagine being burnt alive if the gravy in the pot is burnt and burnt the pot and burnt the stove and......
Tonight must make a public announcement and scolding. They are getting old and forgetfulness seemed to be a more prominent habit nowadays. Even if they deny it.
I dread the day that I have to employ a maid to look after them. It seemed to be an eventual decision in the future.
Sighz.
Then today, for the first time, I walked nearer to the malay family selling curry puffs and mee siam outside the MRT station and went ahead to bought one flavour of curry potato and sardine. Happily, I paid for the purchase and went into the station. Wanted to sms colleague to let her know that we can shared the curry puffs.
Dang, I left my handphone at home. No, wait. Did I throw in the rubbish chute with the trash I threw? Did I left it at home?
So who's forgetful?
Hey, I am a product of the manufacturer what! Anyway, not going anywhere tonight, reckon there will not be alot of calls or smses to me anyway.
......
Well, at least the curry puffs was not too bad, though not fantastic either.
This morning after the normal wake-up routin, went to the kitchen to check out if there's any food for breakfast. On the table got 2 packets of those fried bee hoon kinda stuffs. Not interested. Saw a pot on the gas cooker/stove/whatever. Curiously lifted the makeshift cover, a metal plate, to see what is inside.
The steam that has been held in the pot quickly rushes out and scalded the upper skin of my thumb and some parts of the hand.
"Wah lau eh!" I yelled, and dropped the cover promptly. I wonder how could the pot keep the steam and heat in the pot. Bend down and see. "Wah lau eh!" the cooker was turned at a very very low fire, hardly visible unless u look closely.
It's either mom or dad who left the stove on and left the house. I have a feeling it is most probably my father. Goodness! I can't imagine being burnt alive if the gravy in the pot is burnt and burnt the pot and burnt the stove and......
Tonight must make a public announcement and scolding. They are getting old and forgetfulness seemed to be a more prominent habit nowadays. Even if they deny it.
I dread the day that I have to employ a maid to look after them. It seemed to be an eventual decision in the future.
Sighz.
Then today, for the first time, I walked nearer to the malay family selling curry puffs and mee siam outside the MRT station and went ahead to bought one flavour of curry potato and sardine. Happily, I paid for the purchase and went into the station. Wanted to sms colleague to let her know that we can shared the curry puffs.
Dang, I left my handphone at home. No, wait. Did I throw in the rubbish chute with the trash I threw? Did I left it at home?
So who's forgetful?
Hey, I am a product of the manufacturer what! Anyway, not going anywhere tonight, reckon there will not be alot of calls or smses to me anyway.
......
Well, at least the curry puffs was not too bad, though not fantastic either.
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