23-12-04
Peace out.

I commanded my stomach as it churned and warred against my comfort. The unyielding organ did two somersaults and a couple of twists before I decided I needed to throw out. Bending over the toilet bowl, I gave up 1 litre of gastric juices and gunk.

I think I need to lie down now. Continue later.

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26-12-04
A series of throw-out sessions and two visits to the clinic later:

When I said continue later, I didn't know I meant three days later. Oh well, I'm on my way to recovery although my stomach does feel a little strange. On the upside of it all, I lost 3kg. Yay. I couldn't stop staring at my shrunken tummy and sunken cheeks. Good stuff. Maybe slimming centres should down their clients with toxins and get them to throw all those excess fat-inflicting nutrients out. Another plus point: Your appetite SHRINKS remarkably. You know what you can call this? The Detox Plan no.1. If no.1 doesn't work, mothballs might. Coat them with a layer of chocolate and nuts and ta-da - Ferrero Rocher. You know, eat more weigh less.

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*burb*
On to my next segment:

Went to church yesterday. Yes, in my condition. Mum was still asleep so there was no one to stop me. How can I miss christmas service? Went to pick Joyce and her friend up from Pasir Ris Mrt. They were 1 hour late. 1 HOUR. Well, I shall not talk about it anymore because I'm a nice person. *smiles and calms down*

Right.

So we reached the indoor stadium. The service was a blast although I was rocking about my position. Couldn't hold still. Did you know the indoor stadium had so many stairs?

Lemme try to describe the performance. City Harvest never falls short of expectations but most of all, the presence of God.

It started off with singing. And then the hip-hop dancers did their item-an energetic release of eye-catching moves coupled with break dancing and rounded off with a para-para dance set.

Heh. So nice. Wish I could dance.

And then it moved on to the drama with the Christmas story and a little twist. Jerusalem was represented as an international city, populated by Chinese, Indians and yes, Thais. Joseph was a strong, good-looking man with a leather jacket and Mary was a marriageable young woman who could perform all household chores imaginable. Some slapstick humour and even the indian innkeepers bursting into song and dance(like how it's like in Bollywood) added some laughs. It ended with a lingering note as Mary gently informed the stuttering, lowly Samaritan, son of a prostitute, "you're more special than you think you are."

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My cat just vomited. It gagged and threw out a thick paste onto the carpet. After which, it ran away to hide. I think it knows the meaning of "stupid cat", because for the first time in my life, I see it look more guilty than pissed.