guess the chunk game

dissembled!

it was just another day at work...

friday is like the most relaxed day + we could go off at 4 today!

(due to the upcoming street rally)

so i was leisurely facebooking with yi ru... going through pictures of reaaaally adorable kittens and puppies and figuring out when is harry potter premiering and reading about tomorrow's street rally stuff. oh and bitching about the printers at work.

that was until hafiz

(i am not sure whether this is how his name is supposed to spell LOL)

dragged me over to dissemble a suction pump.

that guy makes me feel that i have a sign which says

"please bully me"

plastered all over my forehead.

just when i walked over to him.

he said "just joking!"

...

anyway, dejected & bounded by duty, i started unscrewing while being oblivious to the fact that both MEN beside me were fully equipped with surgical mask & gloves.

awhile later, one of them handed me gloves and we continued dissembling.

it was not until some gooey yellow liquid started dripping when one of the MEN started exclaiming how i should totally wear a mask or else i'll get infected or worse that freaked me out so much that i yelled for yi ru to help me get it on.

all in good time, as i bend back down, the MEN practically ran away!

i looked down and this is what i saw.

let's just say the gooey yellow liquid was as pure as water compared to this.

this was our senior spraying disinfectant.

thank GOD!

i never have been so grateful at the sight and smell of disinfectant!

(it smells like guava, if i'm not mistaken)

the CHUNKY stuff smells reaaaaaaaaaaaaally bad.

like saliva from various people + rotten..... something-s.

maybe like rotten corpse.

(except that i never smelled one... TOUCH WOOD)

good god.

halfway through all of these filthy madness, another intern walked in holding a piece of bread and munching away happily.

all these while looking closely at the CHUNKS.

after that, he ate some sweets.

then, someone insisted that we wear aprons.

another intern was responsible for dressing us up as our hands are really filthy at that point.

like a bunch of horny hens, they instantly started a lengthy discussion about how the guy helped me with my apron.

sigh. really.

...

then, we "da bao"

and the little dissembling session ended right after i was dressed in an apron.

this leads me to a suspicion that the point of wearing an apron is...

to wear an apron.

now...

can someone tell me what on earth are those chunky stuff?

P.s in case you're wondering, i did asked... but someone said "oh no! don't ask!"

30 seconds later.. he claimed it to be "cendawan"

wth.