Sunday, January 09, 2005
*burrp*
been continuously masticating, regurgitating and rechewing old cud like a cow since Thursday.
it started when De Sleeping Buddha (the bugger that manages to put in at least 11 hours of sleep in the bunk everyday back in Alpha coy) MSN'ed me with his infinite wisdom:
"lets go to the quaint old places along Clarke Quay .."
quaint indeed. after escaping from the clutches of the overenthusiastic waitstaff trying to entice us into their waterside establishments tailored more to the whitey tourists than the locals, we ended up in Ellenborough Cafe at the Swisshotel.
yeah verry quaint. but it was a good spread and i got stuffed. *ooof* that my old platoon mates were experts at demolishing buffets didn't help things. about 8 full plates later and countless other small bowls of entrees, the end result was that er, i spent the night bleching and farting about the house, unable to sleep because of my distended stomach.
then i met an old classmate on Friday for dinner (breakfast and lunch was not necessary.. of course) and the pint sized bugger and me proceeded to demolish Tiong Bahru market with one fell swoop. ah just like the old days . and of course my stomach did its thang and after a whole night of mouth to ass clairvoyance, it said "no more of this shit or else.."
but nooooooo, when i went reached Muar the very next afternoon, all i did was to eat . continously. for 7 hours . wanton mee, satay, ortak, orluak ............. my jaw was sore after that man. i don't even wanna say what my stomach did to me that very night.
and now, after a very pleasant visit with yx to sample the best of Chomp Chomp, its really affecting my blogging. the rather huge paunch that was the result of my transient gluttony is affecting my thought processes by shunting so much blood to the GI tract, i guess. My mom thinks i look like a pregnant woman from certain angles, while my relatives find it hard to believe i actually lost weight back in wisc-y.
i don't really think i'd make it through the night without my stomach esploding. so er, if i don't make it through, jaby, you get my books. XM u get the lit stuff that's sitting in my room man. Ram you get my bitch bike. yx u wanna my music CDs? er, er, who else. GELENG! my chai goes to you. .. who else... erin! i gotta give u my present man!! blaaaaaain... er... i dono whatta give u though.. u get my beer stash in the fridge! tashi! you get my twin sister u dirty mutt you *wink* er.... my distended foie gras/liver should be delicacy for the frenchie frogs. i think my liver can be sold at a premium price and pass off as the world's largest piece of foie gras . hrm or rather, since its so full of HBV particles, they can culture my hepatocytes in a dish and name the cell line after me. some funky name such as..
er... ..... ZXFG.20895hdsfgns. or something. i wonder how they name cell lines man .
ok wth i think i'm rambling like a depraved dirty unwashed unwanted geekofockobeeyatch.
cya man.
i'm off to
"conduct a dignified tete-a-tete with my undigested food particles" *wink*
been continuously masticating, regurgitating and rechewing old cud like a cow since Thursday.
it started when De Sleeping Buddha (the bugger that manages to put in at least 11 hours of sleep in the bunk everyday back in Alpha coy) MSN'ed me with his infinite wisdom:
"lets go to the quaint old places along Clarke Quay .."
quaint indeed. after escaping from the clutches of the overenthusiastic waitstaff trying to entice us into their waterside establishments tailored more to the whitey tourists than the locals, we ended up in Ellenborough Cafe at the Swisshotel.
yeah verry quaint. but it was a good spread and i got stuffed. *ooof* that my old platoon mates were experts at demolishing buffets didn't help things. about 8 full plates later and countless other small bowls of entrees, the end result was that er, i spent the night bleching and farting about the house, unable to sleep because of my distended stomach.
then i met an old classmate on Friday for dinner (breakfast and lunch was not necessary.. of course) and the pint sized bugger and me proceeded to demolish Tiong Bahru market with one fell swoop. ah just like the old days . and of course my stomach did its thang and after a whole night of mouth to ass clairvoyance, it said "no more of this shit or else.."
but nooooooo, when i went reached Muar the very next afternoon, all i did was to eat . continously. for 7 hours . wanton mee, satay, ortak, orluak ............. my jaw was sore after that man. i don't even wanna say what my stomach did to me that very night.
and now, after a very pleasant visit with yx to sample the best of Chomp Chomp, its really affecting my blogging. the rather huge paunch that was the result of my transient gluttony is affecting my thought processes by shunting so much blood to the GI tract, i guess. My mom thinks i look like a pregnant woman from certain angles, while my relatives find it hard to believe i actually lost weight back in wisc-y.
i don't really think i'd make it through the night without my stomach esploding. so er, if i don't make it through, jaby, you get my books. XM u get the lit stuff that's sitting in my room man. Ram you get my bitch bike. yx u wanna my music CDs? er, er, who else. GELENG! my chai goes to you. .. who else... erin! i gotta give u my present man!! blaaaaaain... er... i dono whatta give u though.. u get my beer stash in the fridge! tashi! you get my twin sister u dirty mutt you *wink* er.... my distended foie gras/liver should be delicacy for the frenchie frogs. i think my liver can be sold at a premium price and pass off as the world's largest piece of foie gras . hrm or rather, since its so full of HBV particles, they can culture my hepatocytes in a dish and name the cell line after me. some funky name such as..
er... ..... ZXFG.20895hdsfgns. or something. i wonder how they name cell lines man .
ok wth i think i'm rambling like a depraved dirty unwashed unwanted geekofockobeeyatch.
cya man.
i'm off to
"conduct a dignified tete-a-tete with my undigested food particles" *wink*
