I Am The Chopstick Queen! Bow To My Greatness...

Was at the Fairy Godmother's place for reunion dinner the night before the eve of Chinese New Year. And since we're a small family (6 of us altogether oni), things were real cosy. So cosy that Dee and I started itching for a project. I'm calling it the "Train Miss X To Kiap Kiap The Right Way" project.

Ladies and gentlemen, this *points below*
is the right way to hold your chopsticks.

I don't know why there are so many people out there who hold their chopsticks so salah-ly. Tengok pun muak. Serious! It feels as salah as eating steak off a knife or using a straw to pick your teeth, you know? And no, I'm not dramatising things. It is that bad. Just... salah. Wrong. Chuo. Um tiouk. Chor. How do you say "wrong" in Tamil???

Haih.

Chinese must know how to hold
chopsticks the right way lah.
(Shhh. Nobody knows I suck at Mandarin.
I don't say, you don't say, nobody know.)

So... Dee went first. But even after 10 minutes of coaching, Miss X's claw-like grip on her chopsticks still didn't look like it was planning on leaving anytime soon. (Hardcore claw-grip wan this char boh.)

So I stepped in. Heh.

The student, hard at work, while the teacher camwhores.

And over the next half hour or so, after breaking down the technique of holding chopsticks to her, Miss X gradually mastered the technique and even managed to pick up oily vege, broccoli, fish, and even a fish bone! Awessum-ness!!!

Miss X and I with our Jap chopsticks.

Hah!

Do I rock or do I rock lah, I ask you???

Bangga betui aku! Mm mmm!!!
(Yeah, that was the whole point of the post
– for me to boast. *snicker* Tee hee.)

Poor girl was totally worn out after the lesson. Haha. I think her hands cramped up, too. =p Anyhoo, no pain, no gain. What doesn't kill you only makes your chopstick hand stronger. She. Will. Survive. Hey hey!

But most importantly...

*cough cough*

You know it's coming, don't you?

*grin*

I. Am. Awessum.
And that's all that matters.

*kiap kiap*

All hail me. Whee!