That day I was digging around this cupboard of old books for some textbook from my secondary school days, and when I opened the cupboard, I smelled an odour that is what I would expect decomp (decomposition; I say decomp the CSI way) to be. Someone once told me decomp is like rotting flesh, just worse, and get stuck in your hair for days. So anyway, I panicked. I was afraid that some lizard or other critters died in that cupboard, and I would have to remove it myself. And being me, I decided to avoid the problem (and lapse into denial) and I closed the cupboard and went away. But the smell didn’t leave me. And I thought, oh wow now it’s really stuck in my hair.
I went out of my room and to the living room. The smell followed. And after a while, my mother and I both realized that the smell actually came from a neighbour’s cooking.
I wonder if she’s/he’s cooking dismembered parts of her/his murder victim. My mother says it’s balachan. I don’t recall balachan being that stinky. Maybe they’ve got some potent stuff brought in from Indonesia or something. Whatever it is, it stank of decomp and I can’t fathom why would anyone want to eat it. I, for the matter, do not eat sambal balachan, so there.
hahaha, sambal belacan does not smell like decomp! it’s not my favourite food or anything, but the smell is kinda nice… in a spicy food smell way.
Haha, spicy food smell way. The only dipping chilli I eat is the sort that come with Hainanese chicken rice. And perhaps tabasco sauce.