house of thai

for an afternoon, my apartment was tis mini bangkok with chattings, laughter and more laughter. it seems that my housemate is hosting a luncheon. and behind my closed door, there was some action going on that decided my dinner.

olfactory system: hmmm.... brain, i can smell a mixture of shoyu (japanese soy sauce), sushi and sashimi.

brain: stomach, i want that for dinner and do not accept anything non-japanese or i'll make u reflux.

stomach: growled in agreement.



i'm now 40 bucks poorer. who is to blame? my housemate? my olfactory system (for picking up the smell)? my brain (who threatened my stomach of a gastric reflux) or my stomach who obeyed in silence?