The exams are finally over (for now). And I am back to publish more essays! Here's one on "The Food Poisoning Incident".
“Mum, I’m famished!” John exclaimed. “May I have lunch with Jim and tom at the nearby food centre?” John’s mother, Mrs Lee agreed. Delighted with his mother’s consent, John immediately informed Jim and Tom to meet him at the food centre a stone’s throw away from his home.
Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the bustling food centre. The three good friends were overwhelmed by the myriad of food options. The heavenly aroma from the fried noodles stall tantalised John’s senses and his mouth watered uncontrollably. Without a second thought about the unhygienic conditions of the stall, he proceeded to order a large plate of fried noodles. With the piping hot food in their hands, John and his friends roamed the food centre before finding seats almost ten minutes later. After settling comfortably into their seats, John began gobbling down his fried noodles heartily like a raven would its prey.
Fully contented after their meal, John and his friends headed home under the glare of the blazing hot afternoon sun. Without any warning, John felt a sharp pang of pain in his stomach. Pausing for a moment, with one hand on the wall to steady him, and the other hand firmly clutching his tummy, John grimaced in pain. Wave after wave of excruciating pain engulfed him as he broke out into cold sweat. Feeling as dizzy as a goose, nauseous and on the verge of vomiting, he badly needed to sit down. Concerned with their friend, Jim and Tom helped him home.
Taking longer than usual to reach him due to John’s condition, John was finally helped to his doorstep by his friends. When John’s mother opened the door, John’s friends narrated John’s mother about what had happened as they supported John onto his queen size bed. Within minutes of John’s friends’ departure, John’s mother’s eyes narrowed and John felt as though her eyes would burn right through him. “You should not have bought food from Mr Lim’s stall, knowing that it’s not clean!” Mrs Lee berated at John. He lay helplessly on his bed and did not respond. He could only nod feebly to his mother as she reprimanded him. “I’m sorry, mum, for being so irresponsible,” John apologised ruefully.
Learning a lesson from his encounter, John stopped patronising Mr Lim’s fried noodles stall. He reported the food poisoning incident to the authorities with the help of his family doctor. With this episode deeply etched in his memory, John has avoided friend noodles till this day.
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Elijah Wee, Singapore
Photo credit: BWJones / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND
“Mum, I’m famished!” John exclaimed. “May I have lunch with Jim and tom at the nearby food centre?” John’s mother, Mrs Lee agreed. Delighted with his mother’s consent, John immediately informed Jim and Tom to meet him at the food centre a stone’s throw away from his home.
Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the bustling food centre. The three good friends were overwhelmed by the myriad of food options. The heavenly aroma from the fried noodles stall tantalised John’s senses and his mouth watered uncontrollably. Without a second thought about the unhygienic conditions of the stall, he proceeded to order a large plate of fried noodles. With the piping hot food in their hands, John and his friends roamed the food centre before finding seats almost ten minutes later. After settling comfortably into their seats, John began gobbling down his fried noodles heartily like a raven would its prey.
Fully contented after their meal, John and his friends headed home under the glare of the blazing hot afternoon sun. Without any warning, John felt a sharp pang of pain in his stomach. Pausing for a moment, with one hand on the wall to steady him, and the other hand firmly clutching his tummy, John grimaced in pain. Wave after wave of excruciating pain engulfed him as he broke out into cold sweat. Feeling as dizzy as a goose, nauseous and on the verge of vomiting, he badly needed to sit down. Concerned with their friend, Jim and Tom helped him home.
Taking longer than usual to reach him due to John’s condition, John was finally helped to his doorstep by his friends. When John’s mother opened the door, John’s friends narrated John’s mother about what had happened as they supported John onto his queen size bed. Within minutes of John’s friends’ departure, John’s mother’s eyes narrowed and John felt as though her eyes would burn right through him. “You should not have bought food from Mr Lim’s stall, knowing that it’s not clean!” Mrs Lee berated at John. He lay helplessly on his bed and did not respond. He could only nod feebly to his mother as she reprimanded him. “I’m sorry, mum, for being so irresponsible,” John apologised ruefully.
Learning a lesson from his encounter, John stopped patronising Mr Lim’s fried noodles stall. He reported the food poisoning incident to the authorities with the help of his family doctor. With this episode deeply etched in his memory, John has avoided friend noodles till this day.
If you like this essay, you may also like to read:
See you later,
Elijah Wee, Singapore
Photo credit: BWJones / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND
line 14 should be fried not friend
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