just minishorts.

Shhh.

Here's an open secret.

Where I work hoh, the people are super fond of eating-lor. Aiseh, it's so incredible what the words jamuan ringan can translate into.

I mean, I just came from an officiating ceremony graced by some menteri, you know, the type where you have the Negaraku and then the doa ceremony and then the long long speeches (with superbly long preambles), and then after that the launch gimmicks with oh-so-predictable final-countdown styled fanfare.

Then there's the session where everyone gleefully adjourns for the makan hall for jamuan ringan (light refreshments).

Jialat the refreshments were not 'ringan' at all, okay? Fried rice, mee siam, fried chicken, daal curry, murtabak, satay (beef and chicken), sup rawan lembu, and then kuih-muih like popiah goreng and kuih lapis.

Which part of that menu looks light to you?

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I'm ranting because I came back super thirsty. Despite the incredible selection of edibles, the drinkables were severely limited.

Cordial lychee, coffee / tea , teh tarik (super manis).

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These people don't know that human beings thrive better on plain water.

Referring to this outrage.

FYI it hurt like hell that day and my mood was exceptionally sour. That's all thanks to the pineapples I had for dessert the night before the period came (I didn't check my dates, my bad).

The last time I had an overdose of pineapple juice during my period, the menses lasted over 15 days and I had to be bedridden half the time.

Well. Lesson well-learnt.