I Don't Understand the Men in my Family
The pair of greedy siblings were raiding the kitchen for supper and snacks on the Sunday night. My brother was preparing a sandwich to watch his soccer game, I was sniffing for snacks to pacify my palates.
I started to lament when I opened my snack cupboard.
Me: There is nothing to eat except durian puffs and seaweed!
Bro: Hmmm.
Me: Maybe I should eat seaweed, but I have ate so much already!
Bro: Eat seaweed lar. Healthier.
Me: It is not healthy lor. I ate alot you know.
Bro: What can happen? At most, you turn purple.
I did a double-take from shuffling amongst the snacks.
Me: Why turn purple? Choke ah?
Bro: No lar. Seaweed contain alot of iodine, right?
Me: Yah, too much iodine might cause a thyroid condition, I think.
Bro: Last time in chemistry, we learn iodine is a test for starch.
Me: Uh huh.
Bro: When we taste for starch, we use iodine. It turns purple with starch!
Me: Er.. so?
Bro: You eat carbs. Carbs turn starch. Seaweed contains Iodine...
Me: ...
Bro: So you turn purple!!!!!!!!
He looked so triumphant in his final statement, as if he has just put together the universe most difficult equation.
I could only pull a face of disbelief and slouched out of the kitchen before he could spout more nonsense to bamboozle my mind.
Dad is weird too. He has recently put in a deposit for the second car because our new place is seemingly more inaccessible than our previous one. Some time ago, I accidentally rammed our car into the railings, causing a dent in the bumper. I offered to bring the car for repairs but my Dad was constantly waving me off. Just a while ago, my mother told me that he is scrapping that car for another new car as well!
Just because of the stupid dent? You've gotta be kidding me. That car is barely a year old.
I started to lament when I opened my snack cupboard.
Me: There is nothing to eat except durian puffs and seaweed!
Bro: Hmmm.
Me: Maybe I should eat seaweed, but I have ate so much already!
Bro: Eat seaweed lar. Healthier.
Me: It is not healthy lor. I ate alot you know.
Bro: What can happen? At most, you turn purple.
I did a double-take from shuffling amongst the snacks.
Me: Why turn purple? Choke ah?
Bro: No lar. Seaweed contain alot of iodine, right?
Me: Yah, too much iodine might cause a thyroid condition, I think.
Bro: Last time in chemistry, we learn iodine is a test for starch.
Me: Uh huh.
Bro: When we taste for starch, we use iodine. It turns purple with starch!
Me: Er.. so?
Bro: You eat carbs. Carbs turn starch. Seaweed contains Iodine...
Me: ...
Bro: So you turn purple!!!!!!!!
He looked so triumphant in his final statement, as if he has just put together the universe most difficult equation.
I could only pull a face of disbelief and slouched out of the kitchen before he could spout more nonsense to bamboozle my mind.
Dad is weird too. He has recently put in a deposit for the second car because our new place is seemingly more inaccessible than our previous one. Some time ago, I accidentally rammed our car into the railings, causing a dent in the bumper. I offered to bring the car for repairs but my Dad was constantly waving me off. Just a while ago, my mother told me that he is scrapping that car for another new car as well!
Just because of the stupid dent? You've gotta be kidding me. That car is barely a year old.
1 Comments:
Maybe your dad likes to change cars? Most guys like to show off their cars (from what I gathered from my male friends)
Just yesterday I was hearing a few guys in my department comparing their cars...
Guy A: Just upgraded to a new (model X) car.
Guy B: I see, but don't think that (model X) car can run faster than my (model Y) car.
Guy A: Mine can go from 0 to 100 in 6.9 seconds.
Guy B: For the average sized driver? (Coz Guy A is err... pretty plump)
- blah blah blah -
I also don't understand how 35+ year old guys (married) can compare their cars like toys for a good 30 minutes (listing all the features/ specs/ chassis/etc). Seriously speaking, I don't really care how long my own car would take to go from 0 to 100 km/h in future next time.
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