My next door neighbor used to rummage through our refrigerator when no one was looking. It was his thing.
I really can’t blame him though because my dad, being a pilot, went to many many places around the world and brought back all sorts of goodies for us to munch on. He would come home with the weirdest, coolest, most awesomeness stuff that anyone, or at least any Malaysian could ever think of during that time. It was just too much of a temptation living next door to a family with a Santa Claus fridge.
Back then, the 1-foot chewing gum was a total crowd pleaser around my neighborhood. I could even share it with all the kids along with their imaginary friends and still have some to stick under my mum’s kitchen table. It was so cool it raised my level of coolness by 34%. Uhuh, I was THAT cool!
Among other wicked stuff were odd shaped chocolates, swirly red and white mint candies, worm jelly, sourish color-changing gumballs, and the list goes on. But alas, now you can just run down to Toys’R'Us and grab a bucket full if you wanted to. Ah, so much for the 34% increase.
Anyway, one day he did his usual routine of dropping by our house and head straight to the kitchen. Inside the fridge, he found a box full of tiny chocolate cubes, much like the pieces snapped from a Rubik’s cube. When he knew no one was looking, he grabbed a handful of them and stuffed it down his throat.
A sudden pause.
That’s weird, he thought to himself. It didn’t taste so good. It didn’t even taste sweet like any candy or chocolate was supposed to.
Out of guilt and a tinge of panic, he finally confessed to me. He innocently questioned about the peculiar tasting chocolate and felt instantly uneasy when I gave him a confused look.
Huh, what chocolate cubes?
It turns out that HE HAD ACTUALLY EATEN FISH FOOD. It was stored in there to last longer. To be more specific, they were mini cube worms. Yuck!
Speaking of refrigerators, ours had finally arrived this evening. The lorry transporting it broke down but our nothing-can-stop-me-fridge made its way into our kitchen. It’s safe to know that Raja and I do not own any fishes, or any pets for that matter. So the next time you drop by, feel free to peek into our fridge and grab anything you like.
The clutter from the previous fridge.
The new fridge. Before vandalized.
The new fridge. After pimped and blinged.
For judging refrigerator, 80% of points will be given for CONTENTS not the bling.
Please refer to MTV CRIBS for breakdown of necessary contents and bonus points.