Do any human beings ever realise life while they live it?--every, every minute?
-kurt vonnegut, timequake.
i felt like i was dying, that day in taka. twenty minutes of wretchedness, in that toilet cubicle. once in a while my body purges, it revolts against the food i consume, against my late nights, the stress, the processed foods, against me.it wipes itself clean from the inside, so i puke, have diarrhoea, and everything churns.
the queue was soo long, in the toilet. i was keeling over, pale, faint, cringing with pain, and i had to ask them to let me go first, those gaping women. as soon as i stepped into the cubicle, i vomited three times.
and i sat there for twenty minutes, recovering, or gathering strength to go out there and be un-ugly - when you are sick and you have to face the world its almost impossible- and then..
there was the cab queue! like 26 cabs to wait for. i was pale, white, like a sheet. like my cement walls, only frailer.
i finally fell into the cab and he asked me, 'why you so tired?'
appreciative, i told him i vomitted n he offered me Fishermen's Friend. hah. nice soul. i shld vote him for Mr Taxi Driver of the Year Award. although i didnt take the sweet. [i was not bribed!]
so whenever i dont go to church, n the reason is 'diarrhoea', its one of those purges. i dont normally talk about it. i wonder if im healthy, if there's anything wrong with me. hah. but during hockey i was still one of e fittest in the team, i cant be sick right? well, i must resolve, nonetheless.
1. avoid oily, processed foods like the plague.
2. drink water like im breathing air. and fruits like im drinking water.
*i wonder how it feels like to give birth? does it feel like dying a death too?
*im gonna paint a wall in stripes. these are the colours i bought:
blatedpink[but pinkier than this]andceleryleaf[more lime greeney] aint it cool! matching photoframes!
