Yesterday morning after 2 hours of sleep I was awaken by the rising sensation of nausea.
I vomited so much food it must have been food poisoning.

Even though it was 6.30 in the morning my house was bustling already with people who are going to work, people who are going to school and people who just wake up early.
Everyone knows I'm vomiting cus there are only 2 toilets at home.

The way they ask 'why are you vomiting?' sounds like 'are you pregnant?' and hell does it make me feel guilty.
I also don't know why I feel guilty but of course I'm not you siao people don't ask this question.
Fat does not equate pregnancy.

I told them I only slept 5 hours and worked 17 hours furthermore the kitchen prepared fried ice cream, fried chicken wings and fried fish my body was heaty blah blah.

When I was more awake later on I realised that it was probably a hangover.
Of course I didn't tell my family that I was thirsty and drank Gin at work.
It was just a little teeny weeny glass okay.

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