Thursday, October 19, 2006
[Ugh]
[Ugh]
I feel nauseous.
I'm not pregnant.
I'm not bulimic.
I just feel nauseous.
It all started after dinner.
All I had was kway chap.
And then the nausea kicked in.
I'm sure Kou Fu's kway chap is not laced with arsenic. I'm sure they're not tipping pieces of freshly-excreted stuff at my feet every two seconds my presence is detected in Mount Elizabeth. I'm sure the sight of my Ah Ma's bandaged leg didn't look like something nauseous.
And it's a special type of nausea. It's okay if I'm not eating or looking at food. But once I see food, regardless of what's on the plate or in the packet, I'll feel like I'm gonna sick up whatever half-digested, hydrochloric acid-laced chyme* that's available in my stomach. I saw the hor fun my aunt was eating and I see green stuff that wasn't supposed to see the light until it becomes brown. I see the fruits my brother's girlfriend brought for my Ah Ma and voila! Diagrams from my biology textbook came up. I looked at the char kway teow my father queued up for half an hour for, and, yes, it looked as though its digestion stopped somewhere in the duodenum.
Argh, I'm burping up weird stuff now.
Stupid haze. Giving me red eyes, runny nose and a scratchy throat.
I'm Redeye the screeching red-nosed reindeer.
Fucking idiots, do you have to offer leafy, 80m-tall joss-sticks to heaven?! Just offer a roast chicken (more halal, no offence to my muslim friends) and let our noses go. It's bad enough that I have sinusitis, you don't have to act like my bronchitis and asthma won't come back after eleven years.
Stop lighting your cigarette near the forest. You wanna smoke, go smoke at the fire station, where an extinguisher is within your reach.
If I were their government, I'd have shot them to death if they ever light a phloem.
[fangying] [9:55 PM]
