Bwweeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Family Conference, Originally uploaded by manniqueen.
I hate the sense of helplessness which overcomes me when i vomit. Feeling the contents of your gut churn and finally being forcefully expelled by reverse peristalsis, it's nasty. I hate hate hate HATE it. The last time i felt this way was when i was 6? (disclaimer: alcohol-induced puking not counted) I remember myself vomiting into a red plastic bag, at the same time crying and jumping on the spot, totally agitated and frightened. That was at the Ghim Moh carpark if i'm not wrong.
I had to feel that way all over again on Monday night. I retched and puked and had the worst bout of diarrhoea i ever experienced in my entire existence. I am pretty sure the XXL chicken i bought from FarEast that afternoon was contaminated. Bloody hell.
Gastric flu was what Dr. Y claimed i was down with, although i was adamant i had food poisoning. Apparently, the diagnosis of "food poisoning" cannot be made unless there are multiple people who ate the same food and showed the same symptoms. Medical folks, BAH!
I'm now on a strict diet of plain porridge, salted eggs and gatorade.
Anyway, i've been lying in bed and thinking about alot of stuff - about myself, about work, about friends. I just wish dealing with people can be easier and more fuss-free. Why are there petty people who bear grudges over the most trivial matter? Why are there insecure people who turn defensive and bite you when you're trying your best to help them? Why are there pretentious people who refuse to be honest with themselves and make themselves out to be people they're not?
Sometimes, i think relationships between animals are so much easier. It isn't hard to tell who Chester's ally is from the picture above. With humans, it's often hard to tell a friend from a foe but with Chester, i can safely say that he'll never bite the hand that feeds him. The trust i have in human race, such a depressing thought.
On a lighter note, Dan and I are going to sign the legal documents for our new apartment tomorrow! Getting there slowly but surely! Soon we'll have to start paying off the mortgage and do some serious planning. We hung out at our new neighbourhood (no, we didn't bring our passports) that night and checked out the surrounding. It may seem a little silly (cos it's like...2 years to TOP!) but it was fun nevertheless. It still feels soooo surreal.
2 Comments:
chester seems good with cats, eh? Toto goes berserk at the sight of cats! Hmm, for the fat ones he keep away...
11:41 PM
haha! chester can be a scaredy dog sometimes though! he was so afraid of the new cat!
but i suppose he's used to them cos he was brought up with cats. he doesn't play with them like he plays with other dogs though...he just sniffs and wags his tail madly...hehe.
12:03 AM
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