Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Food poisoning is a brilliant way to lose weight. That is, if you’re willing to sacrifice sleep and start developing an unnatural affection for the toilet bowl (seat up), throwing up whatever God intended to be on the inside of you. I’ve lost 2kg this way in just 1 day.
So I met up with Chris to go for a nice evening run along east coast on Monday. We went at a slow pace because I had just finished helping my dad throughout the sunlight hours, lugging his camera equipment from location to location doing a rushed shoot and just didn’t have the energy. So after a very pleasant, short, breezy run, we met Samson for supper.
Two things I didn’t like that day about the food service at short john.
1) The Sze Char auntie
There was either an erroneous or cancelled order for fried sliced fish rice (hard to describe in english). Chris has wanted to have sing zho mee fen but this auntie hovered around him bugging him to take this erroneous order instead, for what I suspect to be the same price. When Chris asked if she had cancelled his order and offered him this one in place, she said yes. In other words Chris had to pay for a mistake that she made; the consequence of the mistake was forced onto Chris. I think that is really a low down and below the belt move; to force your mistakes on someone else even if it is with a smile and chirpy tone. But yeah just didn’t like it.
2) The Roti Prata stall
Ugh the source of my food poisoning. Here’s the thing about curry. It’s got coconut milk and as such should be heated to 70°C and kept at that temp at all times or at the very least be steam heated. That prata stall in short john seemed to rely solely on intense halogen lighting which does absolutely nothing for the taste or preservation of the food if anything I suppose it does give any chlorophyll packed fungi in the curry a fighting chance at survival.
The curry was cold I should have taken that as warning in itself but alas I was fool hardy enough to press on and finish my plaster and kosong.
Now I have a very sensitive stomach despite my “gastri-nominal” buffet marathon capabilities I do require decent food with decent hygiene standards, failing which I get diarrhea or in really bad cases, food poisoning. I should have known it was food poisoning when I started shivering after eating the prata or at the very least when I continued shivering uncontrollably after my bath. Which is bad enough as it is but the actual toilet hugging didn’t begin until the wee-hours of the good top ‘o’ the morning.
What’s worse than throwing up your guts? Throwing up nothing. Torn between triggering my gag reflex and suffering from the tummy rumbling dry heaves, I chose the dry heaves. It wasn’t until the next day that I got my hands on charcoal, life giving activated charcoal and bound all those DANGEROUS, TOXIC, BIOHAZARDOUS, DELINQUENT, UNNATURAL, PORNOGRAPHIC, PIRATED AND not to mention UNDERAGED toxins up and finally managed to go poop.
That is all
Jon.P™
Jonathan’s Gem for today “Advice uncalled for is no different from un-welcomed criticism. A show of concern is always so much more productive”
So I met up with Chris to go for a nice evening run along east coast on Monday. We went at a slow pace because I had just finished helping my dad throughout the sunlight hours, lugging his camera equipment from location to location doing a rushed shoot and just didn’t have the energy. So after a very pleasant, short, breezy run, we met Samson for supper.
Two things I didn’t like that day about the food service at short john.
1) The Sze Char auntie
There was either an erroneous or cancelled order for fried sliced fish rice (hard to describe in english). Chris has wanted to have sing zho mee fen but this auntie hovered around him bugging him to take this erroneous order instead, for what I suspect to be the same price. When Chris asked if she had cancelled his order and offered him this one in place, she said yes. In other words Chris had to pay for a mistake that she made; the consequence of the mistake was forced onto Chris. I think that is really a low down and below the belt move; to force your mistakes on someone else even if it is with a smile and chirpy tone. But yeah just didn’t like it.
2) The Roti Prata stall
Ugh the source of my food poisoning. Here’s the thing about curry. It’s got coconut milk and as such should be heated to 70°C and kept at that temp at all times or at the very least be steam heated. That prata stall in short john seemed to rely solely on intense halogen lighting which does absolutely nothing for the taste or preservation of the food if anything I suppose it does give any chlorophyll packed fungi in the curry a fighting chance at survival.
The curry was cold I should have taken that as warning in itself but alas I was fool hardy enough to press on and finish my plaster and kosong.
Now I have a very sensitive stomach despite my “gastri-nominal” buffet marathon capabilities I do require decent food with decent hygiene standards, failing which I get diarrhea or in really bad cases, food poisoning. I should have known it was food poisoning when I started shivering after eating the prata or at the very least when I continued shivering uncontrollably after my bath. Which is bad enough as it is but the actual toilet hugging didn’t begin until the wee-hours of the good top ‘o’ the morning.
What’s worse than throwing up your guts? Throwing up nothing. Torn between triggering my gag reflex and suffering from the tummy rumbling dry heaves, I chose the dry heaves. It wasn’t until the next day that I got my hands on charcoal, life giving activated charcoal and bound all those DANGEROUS, TOXIC, BIOHAZARDOUS, DELINQUENT, UNNATURAL, PORNOGRAPHIC, PIRATED AND not to mention UNDERAGED toxins up and finally managed to go poop.
That is all
Jon.P™
Jonathan’s Gem for today “Advice uncalled for is no different from un-welcomed criticism. A show of concern is always so much more productive”
