Addicted!

i hang my head down low. i am so ashamed to say it. but i have to conquer the demon inside and my psychiatrist at tanjung rambutan say that by admitting the problem, i have managed to win half the battle. so.......*blushing, clasping and unclasping hand*......i admit.......i have an addiction. there! i've said it. i am not proud of who i am but at least i can now tell the world....I HAVE AN ADDICTION PROBLEM!

when the rasa come and i'm yearning for my fix, my eyes water badly and my hands tremble. i hold them infront of me (my hands lah, not my eyes...concentrate on the story, ok?) and they are like chicken wings flapping. my nose starts running too (wah, like that can join the marathon already). my stomach starts growling fiercely. saliva pours out in bucketfuls. i cannot concentrate on anything and my body shivers. how do i go on living like this? it's hell on earth.

i have tried very hard to control the addiction. you don't know half of what i have done to get over it. i have started by pretending the problem doesn't exist, that i do not need the fix and i am not yearning for it. but when the saliva starts flooding the living room, it gets to be a bit of a problem. when the stomach growls so loud that i can't hear what Andy Lau is saying, i decided to do something about it. i.......gave in to it. yes! i had another one. i know! coward! chicken! soft! whatever you want to call me, i will take it. but.....you have never had an addiction. if you had, you will know. how it is so much easier to give in to it then to fight it. ahhhhhhh! the high you get. the enjoyment and fulfillment. 7th heaven. blissssssss. let me enjoy the feeling for a moment.........

i have tried to stuff my face full with food to keep my mouth busy and engrossed. but it doesn't work. not even chocolate can distract me from the addiction. if i had my way, i would have my fix 5 times a day......but as it is, leng chai limit it to once a week. damn! life is just not worth living man. all this talking about it....i can almost hear it calling me again...........sometimes, when leng chai is out and kor-kor che che are busy, i sneak another 1 or 2 times. what will they think of me if they know? i am ashamed. i am supposed to be their role model.

but this is not a general addiction. ahhh! i am quite picky in my choice. only the best will do. i always go for maggi mee curry. not indomie, not cintan or one of those damn pah-pai imported brands. it must be maggi and curry at that. if given a choice, i can have it for breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner and supper. 7 days a week. until the mee comes out from my nose, throat and ears. or until i die a mummy (you know, the egyptian kind) from all that preservatives. bah to all the reports that maggi will increase your chance of cancer. have you ever read an autopsy's report that wrote: "believed to have died from excessive exposure to maggi mee"? anything else will kill you before the maggi mees do, with this polluted and contaminated world we live in. so, let's hear it for maggie mee. maggi mee, cepat di masak, sedap di makan. maggi mee. hurray!!!!! hip hip hurrray! give me a bowl of maggi curry over any sharkfin, abalone or lobster preparation anytime.