Puke

I think I'm definitely not going Boon Tong Kee for chicken rice EVER again.
Not that the chicken sucks. But I totally malu-ated myself on Tues late night when I happily emptied my innards of alcohol on the coffeeshop's floor. So much so that we had to shift to another table coz the floor was so dirty. *cringes*

Worse is I vomited again when we left. Onto the road or drain, I really can't remember. Only recalled someone passing me heaping pile of tissues and I thought I saw blood when I wiped my nose. Slipped in and outta consciousness on the drive home. My poor friends were trying to figure out which block's 538. Then staggered outta the car and held onto dunno-who. All the time zigzagging along like a limp piece of brain-fried fish.

Amazing thing of all? I could still text Leonard after all that major puking. Checked my Sent Items on Wed and saw "Wahlau i just puked on the coffeeshop's floor. Had to shift to another table even. Sheesh my kungfu rlly weaken liao". Oh well, it's once in a while that I drink 4 glasses red wine, 1 pint erdinger dark (all at one go), 1 long island tea, and 1 quickfuck shooter without any food in my system at all.

Listening to: People used to dream about the Future by A Girl Called Eddy