My brother did this to me. He brought a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts to my office. A case of sabotage, brotherly mischief or "let's see if cher can tahan or not" (let's see if big sister can resist or not).
I looked at the box, I took a peek, I contemplated, ruminated and postulated. Should I give it away? The interns are rather skinny and they need these more than I do. Or shall I give it away to the nice Indon girls who work at the restaurant behind my office? Decisions, decisions. But no, these sugar laden treats came home with me.
Here's a pictorial of how the evening went.
|In my kitchen. I stare at you, you stare at me.|
|Beh tahan liao. [I can't stand it anymore]|
|Taking a deep breath....mmmm.....that one at the corner got nice pattern.|
|Half a dozen doughnuts. Eeny meeny miny moe......|
|One down five to go.|
|Mmmmphh....nice! I'll have another one.|
|I'm still hungry. One more. Just one more.|
|Last one, last one. I'll keep these two for breakfast.|
|One for the road. I'll save the last one for breakfast.|
|I'll have my breakfast now.|
|Kau tim sai. Suma pun moe chor. [Finito. No more] Uuurrrrppssssss......|
Postscript : That evening I suffered from legs cramps and had my sleep interrupted. I swear I will not eat anymore doughnuts. Amen.