Weaoua!!!

About two nights back, I had a three-hour badminton game, which ended in exhaustion and... yup, starvation. I was so hungry that night I might have eaten 5 big macs in one go!

So I went with a couple of friends to a 24-hour Chinese restaurant and I ate quite a lot: tofu, lemon chicken, still more tofu, some japanese dimsum... it was really a heavy dinner. And to top all that, I had two kettles, not cups, of house tea. I felt so bloated it seemed that I gained 60 pounds that night. Talk about waste! I just let 3 hours of good exercise flow down the drain of food trip!

And so I went home, feeling all chub chub once again ("The light is so beautiful, mommy! I'm being drawn closer to the light!). And as if my conscience and self-determination were both asleep that day, probably too exhausted from the game, I ate some spring rolls which I saw on our dining table... They were waiting for me! They welcomed me with such grandeur that I wasn't able to resist their cries for acceptance. After those spring rolls, I figured I needed some fiber. So I downed 4 oranges. FOUR ORANGES!!! By that time, I really felt like I was about to explode!

Hmmmm... At that time, I thought to myself, "Why not do a little Bulimic Experiment? How does it feel like to be bulimic?" So I locked myself in the toilet for like ages, tickling my throat with my finger (I am just wondering how those blow jobbing queers and queens to so without having that gag reflex), excreting a few mL of saliva every now and then... until finally...

"Weaoua!!!"

Yep, that is the funny sound I make whenever I do get to vomit (which is not that often). I succeeded in making myself puke! I am now a certified bulimic! Hahahaha.... And it actually felt good! So I tried it again, because I felt that there were way too much foodstuff in my system at that time. In fact I tried it three times! The thing is, after the third go, it didn't feel nice anymore! I didn't like the taste of acid regurgitating in my throat... nor the fluid that goes back to my nasal passage... nor the sight of my last meal mashed together and plopping like blobs of bird droppings on the toilet bowl.

I needed to jam with Mar again... I needed her badly! Who cares if my parents are asleep in the other room? Who cares if the house will stink of Mar's essence? Who cares if... well, I guess everybody's asleep that time so I just snuck out of the house and reminisce the ups and downs of my bulimic experience.