Fly or Die?

fly or die

Tuesday, April 06, 2004
The Black Sauce Theory Poxing Day 3. Mila calls. I am surprised. "Not scared I'll infect you through the phone?" I hissed, the image of her running away from my apartment door still playing in my mind. "Puh-lease lah," she said, "you think I'm a moron?" I chuckled, "You r-e-a-l-l-y wanna know what I think?" It was just too good an opening. She ignores me, as usual. "How? Is it bad?" I soften a little. Maybe she's not the airhead I made her out to be. Wait. Yes, she's one but one with a heart, I concluded. "Yeah," I stopped short of whining, "Two fresh ones today." "The groceries? Still got?" "Enough till end of next month." "Make sure you don't take any tou-yew (black sauce)," she warned. "I just don't get it," I started, my index finger circling one of watery bumps on my arm, "How does tou-yew fight all that acid in your tummy, swim through your blood stream and hah! lodge itself in all the right poxes? It's like the Revenge of the Black Bean or some thing?" "Well, don't tell me I didn't warn you. My cousin - try to be hero lah - didn't care. Now, she's a ladybird!" "Really?" I raised my eyebrow, trying to superimposed her cousin's face on a ladybird bug's back. "Can he fly yet?" Nine out of 10 people will advise me to adhere to the No Black Sauce theory. The one exception being doctors. But do we believe them? Nah. After all, over 1 billion Chinese people can't be wrong, right? And then there's the thing about about chicken and prawns - I've been warned by Mama that they are tuk (toxic?) Beef and mutton are too yeat (heaty?) Urgh ... what is left for a carnivorous girl to chew on? Anyhoo, that's how superstitions are borned. Fear. Just in case, it's true. Just in case, I'm the unlucky one to prove it right. Just in case, I mutate from bubble wrap to ladybird. Just in case. P.S. I don't want to be an ugly hero. Any thing else that I'm supposed to abstain from? Pencil chewed at 6:53:00 pm //
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