Prawn-nibal

Alright, now that I've better come to terms with my own cruelty, I shall confess. During the night when I went to sing karaoke with my bunch of teochew cousins, they introduced a local specialty to me. Live shrimps. Yup, they were jumping when served. I refused to eat them live no matter how they assured me that the dish was absolutely tasty. And fresh. Duh. After like 15 glasses of red wine, I could feel my courage building up. Suddenly, the shrimps looked like sashimi. I picked one up and looked at it for a while. My big cousin was totally encouraging of my attempt. I took a deep breath and...... the shrimp was in my stomach, without its head. After that, I felt quite disgusted with myself and drank another 20 glasses of wine to try and forget what I just did. I really ought to be shot. I know.