Fire in the Hole

Today is the 8th day since I went for my dental surgery.
The swell has recovered fast and I no longer look as though I have been beaten up anymore.
Managed to go out during the weekends and almost everyday despite of the way I look. My face was swollen and people would stare at me whenever I walked pass them. People would think that I have gotten into a fight and ending up getting a punch on the face. I don't blame them if they really thought like that because I would think likewise if I see someone in the same situation as me.
I would go around and tell people that..
This is what happens when you snatch an ice-cream from a small kid.
If you can't get your own ice-cream, don't even think of picking on small children.
Or you will end up like me,
being whacked until like this.

For the pass few days, I have been eating light meals (Porridge, Cereal, Etc) and was getting sick of them. I had a sudden craving for chicken rice today and was determined to eat it regardless of whether I could or not. My gums had recovered much and there wasn't anymore bleeding. It seemed to be quite safe to start trying solid foods.
Chicken rice it was then.
I made up my mind and went to the stall a few blocks away from mine. It is my favourite chicken rice stall until now. I decided to push the limits of what my teeth could withstand and ordered something different from my usual.
I said..
'Auntie, give me chicken drumstick, add char siew, add roasted pork, add rice.'
She was busy packaging the rice for the earlier customers and nodded her head.
When she was done, she thought for a while, looked at me and asked me to repeat.
'Le ai geh simi?'
'Wa ai kuay tui, geh char siew, geh syo ba, geh peng.'
Even the uncle who was in charge of chopping the meat and all turned towards me and responded.
'Are you the one who everytime order then don't want the bone to be taken out one?'
Nah..
He mistook me for someone else. At that point of time I didn't know anyone would order as much as me but I was wrong. There could be someone else out there who was feeling the same as me.
Someone who has just taken out his wisdom teeth and have a sudden craving for chicken rice.
I told him that I wanted the bones to be taken out.
It's not like I eat bones or do any rituals with them you know.
Whenever I eat finish anything, I would put the plates into the basin waiting to be washed.
And if there's any bones remaining I would be told off by my brother. He would tell me to throw away the bones unless they are in need of washing too.
I am too lazy to be doing extra work and most of the time my plates will still have bones in them.
Whether or not they are being washed up sparkling clean and hang to dry, I don't care.

The rice cost me $4.80.
I went home, enjoyed my lunch and took a short nap after that.

I was then woken up by a phonecall.
It was Brandon.
'Wana meet me and Xuguang at tampines mall or not?'
'Xuguang treating dinner'
I stood up as fast as a lightning bolt learning that my dinner might be free and that I could try my luck by suggesting Swenson's or Jack's Place.
I went to have a quick shower and was preparing to go out when my handphone alerted with a sms.
'Joking only, Xuguang not treating lah.'
It's not like I was surprised or anything like that.
I am used to it already. People keep playing with my feelings and all. If only they could be serious and really treat me someday you know. I wouldn't mind the least bit.

I went out to meet them and we had dinner.
Ordered chicken rice again.
This time only add rice and char siew. No syo ba.
I have been eating chicken the whole day and I was feeling good.
Awesome.
And then IT came.
The sensations.
I was feeling abit uneasy in the beginning and I could feel something stirring in my stomach.
It turned out to be quite annoying and I was starting to feel like the food inside my stomach has gone bad.
I sensed that there was something in me which was forming.
Like a big tidal wave.
A tsunami.
The urge came and I announced that it was time for me to go. Any delay and it would be disastrous. Xuguang went his own way and I took a cab home with Brandon.
I was feeling extremely uncomfortable throughout the whole ride and I was losing control of my body every single minute.
It was as if the shit inside me has a life of it's own. It was trying very hard, or it's personal best, to come out from my ass. But I was not going to let this happen. I fought on and used up most of my energy against the opening of my asshole. There was no way I was letting loose anyhow. I could be getting myself into deep trouble..
for having to shit all over in a cab.
As the cab driver turned into our carparks, I had the most intense, acute pain from my ass in my entire life. I struggled and needed something to cling on.
I was like possessed.
My body shook so hard that I almost bang my head on the window. The feeling was like getting rammed in the arse by a black muthafucka nigger. Even the driver turned around and looked at me with his enlarged eyes. He was very much concerned, since it was his cab we were in. I got down the cab and ran all the way to the lift and back home. I was so close to giving up inside the lift but thank God I didn't. I stormed into my house, left the main door opened, and exploded in the toilet as soon as my pants were down.
Splattered all over.
The whole place was filled with shit and stench. I was suffocating and needed fresh air.
I could barely breathe without the help of an oxygen tank.
I didn't know how people could shit like this until I experienced it myself.
You couldn't really aim at the toilet bowl you know.
It just splatter all out in all kinds of directions,
like lighting up fireworks in your ass.