Sometimes, eating out simply grosses me out.

Now, let’s not start talking about high-end restaurants. Let us start from the basics - the typical Malaysian hawker centers.

I believe Malaysians went through Pendidikan Moral at a very young age, no? Or is it just an education ministry gimmick to ‘prove’ that they’ve actually done something to educate our children well? For me, it’s about memorizing some crap, then filling up the paper, getting good grades, and get rewarded with sweets or whatever that counts at my age.

Oh, wait a min. New age kids, get bribed with sweets? No way man. Try offending the fella and he’ll immediately show you THE finger. Give him a sweet? Probably he’ll request that you replace the sweet with a RM10 prepaid card to load up their little fancy gadgets.

Okay I’ve strayed a bit too far, let’s get back to topic.

Do people have the common courtesy at all to NOT DIG THEIR TEETH FOR FOOD SCRAPS RIGHT BEHIND YOU?! A fella did that right behind my mom, as I see the scrap flutter down I could feel the flutter of air near my skin.

That is soooooooooo EEEEEEEW! No common courtesy at all, I was giving the fella the lolidoracat stare but he continued doing so. Thinking back, I should have snapped pictures of him and when he asks me why, I’d say: You look amazingly gorgeous doing that, I MUST put you up in teh Interwebs!

Right after this happened, as I diverted my attention towards other (un)Godly places, I saw (and heard) an ah pek coughing his heart out. Now, I don’t think he was in any life-endangering situation. But WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO COUGH LIKE THAT? Can’t you be polite? Worse thing is, he wiped his coughing residue on the hard plastic chairs. See what I mean when I said about my hygiene mania in my previous post? I have my sources, I am not kidding when I said there are 1908438565687 germs just waiting for you when you sit down on any chair other than those at home. So pleaseeeeeeeeeee don’t have the habit of getting home and immediately dropping dead on bed no matter how tired you are. Shower, to the very least, and change your clothes! You never know what surprise buttshecks you can get when you sit down on any random chair in coffee shops.

So tell me, is the chee cheong fun that you eat good? Nice hor, remember to pay the uncle. *As you pay him, he took the money graciously, gave you a toothy grin, then returned to using his hands to chop up the chee cheong fun*

Okay, I don’t want to go THAT far, you should get what I mean by now. But just the mere fact that these situations are unavoidable, has got me to succumb to the dangers of eating out.

So to the very least, I can safely declare home as a clean zone. :P

Now how about those big restaurants with a roof on top, protecting you from the dangers of germs? Think again man, think again. Behind the nice glass door separating you from the kitchen, lies a dark, gloomy area of unhygienic preparation of your food.

Of course, you can never avoid all of these situations, I know. So to the very least, take care of your hygiene when you’re back home, won’t you? AND, have common courtesy when you’re outside. To the very least, refrain yourself from doing gross stuff in the public. Once you do it, someone is bound to notice leh.

Anyhoo, it’s these bacteria that makes the food good sometimes, ain’t it? :P Imagine mamak food without the dirty plates and dirty surrounding, without pigeons and crows flocking by for scraps. Without all these, hawker food won’t be good, ain’t it? So, bear with it, meanwhile, enjoy yourself. And keep the only territory - your home, clean, won’t you? =)

Baah… I am contradicting myself yet again. -.-

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