uh, you're prolly gonna laugh at this.

uh, you're prolly gonna laugh at this.


at 6 in the morning, i felt an immense cold and the most agonising pain in my guts. oh, i know what it was, after the memorable experience like ten years ago. rushed to the toilet and barfed nothing out, but my body was gagging like it wanted to get the contents of my stomach out, right to its pits.

i waited for like an hour, doing the same fuck. until i couldnt take it anymore, knocked on mummy's door and told her my very own diagnosis.

by 7, i was dressed and all curled up in the couch, waiting for miss i-have-to-look-my-best-all-the-time. she laughed her head off in the car all the way to the clinic, with regards to the irony of the situation. (it's pretty hilarious, to think of it. but sadistic nevertheless.)

suddenly everybody is sick and have to see the same doctor as i am. waited, curled up in the chair, barfed, waited, curled up, barfed, curled, waited, finally.

next time, please dont digress. i was in so much pain and dying to rush back, curl up and take my med. but no, he had to talk about his son, who's in london doing med too, yadah-yadah. a dose of complimentary views of photographs didnt exactly lessen my frustration (son wasnt THAT hot.). that's the con of visiting a doctor, who you havent been for a long while, once again.


i am a pill junkie. hahaha.




i cant eat anything dairy. it's horrible since i love love love milk and cheese and yogurt. but the thought of barfing my guts out is enough to keep me off anything close to containing traces of anything close.




guess my lunch?

plain porridge. thank god for marmite.







oh, in case you havent guess, i am down with horrendous FOOD POISONING from the wonderful bbq (i think it's the satay that i complained wasnt cooked enough but uncle thom said it was. i refuse to deem that stingrays might be a possible suspect.) i had last night. ironical enough? yah well, i abso-love LIT. and literary devises. here's another for you, aftermath-from-improperly-cooked-food: the centre of attention in a midst of fingers. hahahhaaha. lame.





i wonder how long it will take for me to overcome the fears of bbqs. afterall, it took me TEN fricking years to get over my first f.p from yong tau foo (i missed school and my best friend's birthday. it was a double blow. in my little adorable face.). happened when tyng was 6; overcame only when tyng is 17. go figure.







ta-ta.

xoxo.

your epsilon self-abhorrence.