Steamboat, anyone?

listening to ne-yo's 'When You're Mad'...

I'm never a big fan of steamboat meals. Basically it's because I'm such a lazy girl.
Take my own food? Lazy.
Cook my own stuff? Lazy.
Lazy lazy lazy.
And it seemed quite disgusting too, to use chopsticks to pick up both raw and cooked food, then later dip the same pair into the pots, before putting them into your mouth.

Friday's welfare session was enjoyable though, and I decided that steamboat can be quite fun. Heck with hygiene.


Thanks to John, the only boy at our table, we had so much food that the pots were overflowing.
Hot favourite was pig's liver.
The gals probably ate two or three pigs' worth of liver. (Pig: Ya boy! You evil human beings! )

Pot on far left: ginseng chicken soup/ ma-la spicy pot
Pot on right: tom yam/ pork rib soup



I shared saliva with these people.
L to R: LN, TY, Kay, John, SH, Rozz



DL team, sans JF, JY and YY.



Happy birthday to the June babies!
It's amazing that Kay's the only cancerian amongst the geminis.
Hooray to the yummy cake and shopping voucher!