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Monday, April 13
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Here I go again - exclaiming about how long it has been since I've blogged. I must admit it really has been eons, but now that The Boyfriend has taken yet another trip to Taiwan, specifically Kaoh Siung, for 18 days, I have loads of spare time to become a cyber buddy once again.
In my home there is a lack of food. Every afternoon when I wake up, I can find nothing to eat. By 'nothing', I mean that I am sick of the same old junk food residing in my larder, such as - instant noodles, bread loaves which I toast with cheese, or frozen pizzas.
Monday - toasted bread with cheese
Tuesday - instant noodles
Wednesday - frozen pizza
Thursday - toasted bread with cheese
Friday - toasted bread with cheese
Saturdays and Sundays are an exception because my parents buy food back.
So it has gotten to a point where I absolutely don't eat until dinnertime, or wait for The Boyfriend to buy lunch or eat lunch with me when he's on leave. Pathetic.
One day, I was so sick of toasted bread and cheese, but I was starving. I had to eat something or I knew I would faint or get some gastric problem. So, I found a loaf of wholemeal bread in the kitchen, took out two slices of bread and slapped on a slice of cheese on each of them. I was so hungry that I didn't even take a plate out; I merely held the bread in my hands and proceeded to eat.
Then I went to lounge in the living room with my sister who was watching television. The bread tasted so good, for some reason. It was crunchy and especially tasty. I had finished one slice of bread already, when I happened to look at the other slice in my hand.
To my horror, I saw mould growing on it! There was green mould, black mould and white mould!
I screamed, "Oh my god the bread has mould on it and I ate one fucking slice already!!!"
My sister looked at me and said, "Gross,"
I ran to the kitchen and tried to vomit but I couldn't. I rinsed out my mouth several times and even with Listerine, but I guess even if I had swallowed Listerine, it wouldn't have made any difference.
Oh well. Needless to say, my appetite was gone. Then, a few days later, I was at Timbre overseeing an event.
It was the first birthday of a baby boy, and his parents had spent close to $3000 on his 1st year party.
My nail had broke a few days ago, and the wound was deep, so I had a plaster around my finger. I was happily sipping on my iced lemon tea in between intervals of appeasing my client, as it was raining and the food was served a tad too slowly.
As the function came to an end, my iced lemon tea was finishing too. I had always felt that the straw had some kind of problem and therefore I could not suck the drink properly, but I dismissed it to the back of my mind time and again as there were many other things to do and not being able to drink my iced tea was too small a problem to invade my mind.
So I happened to look in my glass, and to my fright, I saw a plaster at the bottom of the glass, stuck to the opening of my straw!!
I gagged immediately, and the bartender asked me what was wrong. I handed him the glass rather shakily, and all he did was to throw the offending liquid with the plaster into the bin. "Aiya, it's only a plaster...too bad you drank it," he said.
So much for comfort...
Even while blogging this, I have not eaten (as there's no food at home remember) but yet I feel like vomiting. Utterly gross to no end.
But as they say, bacteria is good for the body. In olden days, people who were poor ate mouldy bread and they didn't die.
the angels they burn inside for us|12:55:00 PM|
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