Pig blood

Oh yes, exams are inching, creeping their way back into my life again after the short 7-day holiday. Sigh. And that is just a random snapshot of a Secret Recipe paper bag that came along with the cheese cake. Had breakfast at some coffee shop at Pandungan before I went dress-shopping for a dinner (came up with an Izime Courture dress that cost my mum RM119.00). Some sort of kolo mee with soup. They had cubes of clotted pig blood. How gross it that? Sure, we are to let the pig die with dignity and pride by eating up their tails, feet, livers, intestines and you name it, you get it. But, clotted pork blood? Why don't we clot chicken blood and eat it too? Waaaiiit, do people eat that too?? Yeah, here's a conversation between an altar boy (a nooblet) and I. (The following conversation might contain modifications.)

Me: Uhhh, there's clotted pig blood in the kolo mee soup!
Him: Gutless.
Me: What you eat it ah?
Him: The Heng Hwas eat clotted pig blood in their Heng Hwa dish. So?
Me: You're not supposed to eat it laaaaah. It's 'illegal' laaaaaah.
Him: Weak.
*few hours later*
Me: Read Genesis, chapter 9.
Him: Hehehehe...
Me: *laughs* Gutless eh?

Random snapshot around Padungan area. It was a dark, gloomy, grey sky.