Pointless Rambles

WHAT IS UP. Not my mood, because my stomach is a fucking bother.

It all starts with laziness people, sometimes in life you think you can take the shortcut and you're fine but no, sometimes the shortcut is expired and it fucking gives you FOOD POISONING. Alright, the shortcut means expired bread, okay?

I mean, it was the first day since my final year papers are over and I decide I'm too lazy to get get a proper meal, so I go downstairs and find some colourful bread and munch on it gobbling down its flour and whatever white cream it has found in the middle of the buns. Pour some packet milo powder into a cup, fill it with hot water and drink half of it and pour the rest away.

Then I feel like puking, not the first time. Although when I actually puked was a long time ago. Not the point. Anyway, I feel terrible. I go grab some hotdog buns. I eat some hotdog buns. I lie down begging my stomach stop its bitching. Then I run to the sink and let loose. And by let loose I mean puke. And puke I mean vomit. And by vomit, i really mean vomit.

So, I feel fine. I feel fine, NO YOU DON'T YOU BITCH 2 DAYS AGO. WOULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST STAYED HOME AND SLEPT? So anyway I go out.. to catch a movie. And watch my friends eat teppan-yaki beef and pork while I sit and watch with my fked up weak carbohydrate digester. We bought tickets to ... I dont remember the name of the movie, but its some lame Chinese show with the words Sorcerer, and White Snake in it. So anyway we buy the tickets, we enter the cinema, and snuck in into Change Up. Well, we didn't sneak in. I mean we literally strolled into the M18 cinema. It was so goddamn easy.

Right, so after laughing and watching some, extremely disturbing scenes which I'd rather not mention in excruciating detail.. (it involves an old lady, a gay guy and a thumb), I bail out halfway through the movie, not because I couldn't stand the sickening scenes (they were actually pretty entertaining), but because my stomach was grumbling like fuck, my body was shivering like fuck, and I needed food like shit.

So I left the cinema and ran to the food court to grab some handmade noodles which trust me, with or without food poisoning, looks kinda crap. In the meantime I was shivering as if I was an eskimo deprived of an igloo. I grabbed the noodles, sat down and could barely eat a quarter of it.
The other guys joined me afterwards and told me about the awesome ending to the movie which I missed. While I sat there laughing at their story, while I was actually laughing at my own misery.

Just a side note, as I'm typing this.. My stomach ain't stopping bitching around.

I make my way home through an agonizing 7 minute long train ride of shivering then bending down clutching my stomach. All I wanted to do was get home and lie down. Yeah that's right you fucking smartass, go and see A DOCTOR. A DOCTOR. A DOCTOR.... Like lying down's gonna solve anything.

So I struggle to fall asleep, with my whole body aching and shouting out for Western medicine. I grab a panadol cold max and stuff it down my throat with a glass of water and just slumped onto my mattress and let out a moan (not the good kind).

So after a half hour of groaning for help, head pumping loudly, body acheing madly, I got up to the sink and puked out my handmade noodles. They were not made by me but you get my point. So I puke, but this time I didn't feel better, just mildly worse. I got back to bed and continued to groan for another agonizing 90 minutes, till my mum got home and convinced me to go and see the doctor.

My dad helped me go to the clinic and queue up, while I sat home and watch Singapore get thrashed by a well organized, impressive Jordan side 3 - 0. So its finally my turn my dad called me to go down to the clinic, I went into the doctor's office and received consnultation so on so forth.

So yesterday I felt much better, everything went well, I got plenty of appetite back and stuff. Until this morning, when I hoped everything would be okay.. I got up, ate some bread and drank some milo, ate my medicine for stomach wind. And fuck I feel like vomitting again. That leaves us to right now. Where I'm rambling about how the bitchy me 2 days ago ate that STUPID SON OF A BITCH SHORTCUT OF A BREAD.

That is all.

-Renald