The Massacre

Well okay, now I know you've been waiting for this quite a while now.. For those who read, know that I'm agonizing from a diet stumbled across a few weeks ago.. cabbage Soup, yup you heard it, cabbage soup!

Well in its program, you have to eat one whole boiled chicken on the fifth day... and actually I'm surprised I made it that far.




Okay here's the story...


On a beautiful Wednesday morning I finished classes, and went off to a nearby supermarket, well I thought what better then going to a hypermarket that had just opened next to our university, since it was still day time, I thought well here's my chance to go in. cause when the sun goes down, only families or couples are allowed "geez sounds like a club or something" well it’s the truth. Anyways, I went in and Gèant was really gigantic. I always lose sense of direction when I'm at a huge place, it's just frustrating. I went up and down the isles, got lost a thousand times. And in the end I bought a whole bunch of stuff that I really didn't need. As an excuse to ease my frustration I think.

Anyways it was me and the chicken back at my room. I had no one to cook for me so I was on my own. Well it’s a frozen one so I had to defrost it first, right? The thing was that I didn’t know how or where. So I got my self one of those big water containers and cut the top off and filled it with tap water. Left it for 15 minutes and came to give it a de-skinning job. So I opened the wings a part with one hand and with a sharp knife in my other hand striving to make a cut in its body. It was disgusting I tell you.

After struggling for over 10 minutes I found out that it hadn’t completely thawed out. The legs wouldn't come apart; it was like she was shy or something! It was kinda funny since it's already dead! But how could I when my arms were stretched to the maximum from the smell and I looked at the thing with half an eye with my face turned the other way so I wouldn’t torture my other eye with what's going on. Oh and the smell was horrible! So after finding out that the poor sucker wasn’t completely defrost. I put in some boiled water and waited another fifteen minutes.

I just looked at the semi transparent container and it was Bloody bloddy!!!! I waited and waited. Honestly I lost my appetite from the scene and smell. When everything was done, and the chickens' legs widely spread out, I put my knife back into action again and started cutting. When I reached the pealing of the skin to the wings part, I didn’t know what to do,, so I just broke them. It was a massacre filled with disgust, repulsion and everything else.

I didn’t know how long to keep it in the boiling pot, but Sara said till its tender, so opened the boiler every five minutes to check, and pinched it with a fork. The smell was seriously obnoxious. I sometimes made believe that there were still two more minutes to my next five minutes, when actually it started one minute ago. -- what only me?!!

When it was done, I had no intentions of eating it, we knew one another far more then we had to. I left it in a plate and went out of the room waiting for it to cool down a bit. It was the size of a baby in my arms and I felt like a murderer for doing that. My god I don’t know how you women take it everyday to prepare lunch for us. thank you so very much.

After what had happened couldn’t thank god enough for creating me as a man. And now every time I want to eat chicken that image and smell just hits me back. Seriously I don’t know how will I go on with my life, I guess I'll change the fifth day to fourth day. So I'll just eat fruit for the rest of the diet!


Till this day, I nightmare about the chicken smell stuck in my hands!