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Wednesday, October 26, 2005
.: Talk About Irony :.
I put up a post about bulimia .and the next thing i know, i binged and threw up....not by choice ofcoz.
It all started when Rainer, Nessa, GG and I decided to go out to buy "buka puasa" food. We ended up buying Lemang, Nasi Ayam, Murtabak, Otak-otak, Satay and etc... I'm sure you get the picture don't ya?
So after I got myself stuffed with foods, I went off to play futsal with a bunch of friends.....biiig mistake...
It all started well enough, I mean 2 minute into the game and I opened the scoring when Rainer flighted in a nicely weighted cross for me to head home the first goal of the night. In retrospect, I think the goal was what caused the disaster that is about to happen..
After scoring the goal, I was psyched up, running around the pitch non-stop (according to desmond, i was running like a headless chicken -_-). It wasn't long before I feel like the wind got knocked out of my lung so i duly asked for a substitution. While sitting out there, I caught up with my breath and watched as our goalie got massacred.
Feeling sorry for Jared, I went and ask if he wanted to switch with me and let me keep for awhile, to my horror, Carlson- our striker wanted out... So instead of going in for the goalkeeper where I wouldn't need to do any running, I went in for the striker instead. However things started well at first, it didnt take long for me to find the goal again...but after a few minute, reality bites back and all hell broke loose.
I knew i was gonna hurl and rushed out of the pitch as fast as I could, trying to head for the bin. It was too late though... i took three steps before i hurled all over the floor outside the pitch. It was disgusting and probably one of the most embarassing thing to have happened to me...it left me feeling absolutely crappy.
Looking at the mess I created, I felt kinda bad and sorry, so I went over to the counter and asked the lady if they have a mop so that i can clean up the mess. In hindsight...cleaning up your own puke in public was probably just as embarassing as throwing up in public.
Oh well, you mess it up, you clean em' up...
From now on, I'm never gonna eat anything before going for futsal..
It all started when Rainer, Nessa, GG and I decided to go out to buy "buka puasa" food. We ended up buying Lemang, Nasi Ayam, Murtabak, Otak-otak, Satay and etc... I'm sure you get the picture don't ya?
So after I got myself stuffed with foods, I went off to play futsal with a bunch of friends.....biiig mistake...
It all started well enough, I mean 2 minute into the game and I opened the scoring when Rainer flighted in a nicely weighted cross for me to head home the first goal of the night. In retrospect, I think the goal was what caused the disaster that is about to happen..
After scoring the goal, I was psyched up, running around the pitch non-stop (according to desmond, i was running like a headless chicken -_-). It wasn't long before I feel like the wind got knocked out of my lung so i duly asked for a substitution. While sitting out there, I caught up with my breath and watched as our goalie got massacred.
Feeling sorry for Jared, I went and ask if he wanted to switch with me and let me keep for awhile, to my horror, Carlson- our striker wanted out... So instead of going in for the goalkeeper where I wouldn't need to do any running, I went in for the striker instead. However things started well at first, it didnt take long for me to find the goal again...but after a few minute, reality bites back and all hell broke loose.
I knew i was gonna hurl and rushed out of the pitch as fast as I could, trying to head for the bin. It was too late though... i took three steps before i hurled all over the floor outside the pitch. It was disgusting and probably one of the most embarassing thing to have happened to me...it left me feeling absolutely crappy.
Looking at the mess I created, I felt kinda bad and sorry, so I went over to the counter and asked the lady if they have a mop so that i can clean up the mess. In hindsight...cleaning up your own puke in public was probably just as embarassing as throwing up in public.
Oh well, you mess it up, you clean em' up...
From now on, I'm never gonna eat anything before going for futsal..
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