The ironies of life are unfortunately very real.
Yesterday morning, before I was anywhere near fully awake (I couldn't even open my eyes; basically I had just become barely concious), my throat constricted and I couldn't breathe.
After thinking the whole day yesterday, I have concluded it was not a state of dream or delusion.
In any case, I think I was too sleepy to panic, coz it didn't make sense that I didn't panic, I mean, I actually remember having the sense to tell myself that maybe if I relaxed it'll go away, and when it didn't I told myself to relax some more (and that's when my throat opened up).
And for the rest of the morning, my throat was tense, though I could still breathe normally.
And later when I had lunch with my mother, after I told her what happened she said that was a panic attack.
Panic attack? From what? I just woke up! I was barely awake! What could possibly have stressed me out when I had nothing in my head but my blanket and bed?
This is weird.
Anyway my throat's feeling funny again. Let's hope I finish this before another possible attack occurs. I'm wide awake now; I'll actually have the decency of mind to panic.
Anyway, my mum and I had lunch at a jap restaurant near her workplace. The restaurant was having some sort of promotion with---
Are you ready for this?
---IKURA!!!
Salmon roe, for the *ahem* unrefined (yes, I'm being completely, utterly HYPOCRITICAL in cap letters). It's very expensive, and is my FAVOURITE-ST THINGY IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!!
So anyway, for 12 bucks, I get pure ikura, for 16 dollars I get ikura and rice in a bowl. I wanted to get the ikura with rice, but my mum decided to pay 25 buckaroos for the ikura and clam with rice (she wanted to take the clams while I had the rest of the lot).
Looking at the picture, anyone would've thought it was a normal rice bowl, worthy of 16 or 25 bucks, depending... but NOOOOOOOOOooooo...
It was a HUMONGOUS bowl, filled with rice and OH SO MUCH IKURA, with the clams forming about 2% of the entire bowl. My mum had about 2 mouthfuls. I vacuumned the rest.
Everything else paled in comparisen afterwards. I was quite sure that I wouldn't get another panic attack in the next few days.
I was really high after that. Feeling slightly nauseous, but a very very very happy girl.
I still think about it. An unforgetable experience. My gosh. The happiest day of my life.
Oh yeah, since ZJJ is out of town for 2 weeks, my father's taken over the cooking. It was initially okay, but the food kept going downhill, and nobody had the heart to tell my dad anything until after yesterday's dinner soup.
Man, I've never tasted anything like it. For good reason.
My mum says she should've kicked him out of the kitchen long ago. My food duties with my mother has officially begun.
My mum and I were also talking about my VERY pear-like figure (the really really bottom-heavy one) and I remarked that when my thighs weren't so thunderous, my face would be skeletal. She said I had a very womanly distribution, and that's why I get a lot of male attention (OKAY OKAY STOP YOUR PUKING THIS INSTANT--- AND I MEAN RIGHT NOW).
The conversation went something like (amidst laughter from both of us):
Mum:... Their genes recognise that you're a woman! It's not them, it's the GENES. Some people have the male distribution (of fat), yours is a very womanly distribution!
Me: So what? Like, I'm the ultimate woman, is it? (singlish, don't mind me) (AND STOP GAGGING)
Mum: Yah (THAT'S ENOUGH, I SWEAR)!
... okay, that's it. You all can stop choking on wind; both my mum and I understood the utter irony too, okay? That's why we were laughing. And anyway, if you puke anymore, your keyboard's going to be damaged.
The discussion went on to my mum's pear-shape but also with slight male fat distribution (she claims she's almost straight-lined), my sister's indistinguishable one (my mum said my sis was to fat for anyone to tell, and challenged me to be able to see it), the suitability of my figure in a kebaya, the slenderness required in a cheongsam and my sister's genetically small waist (I speaketh the truth; despite her obvious overweight, she still has a waist. That should tell you something)
In short, we were having girl talk with medical undertones.
Lately, I've been having tragic allergic reactions to something. Problem is, my mum and I both have no clue as to what it could be.
I'm having a dive trip for my birthday!!
After thinking the whole day yesterday, I have concluded it was not a state of dream or delusion.
In any case, I think I was too sleepy to panic, coz it didn't make sense that I didn't panic, I mean, I actually remember having the sense to tell myself that maybe if I relaxed it'll go away, and when it didn't I told myself to relax some more (and that's when my throat opened up).
And for the rest of the morning, my throat was tense, though I could still breathe normally.
And later when I had lunch with my mother, after I told her what happened she said that was a panic attack.
Panic attack? From what? I just woke up! I was barely awake! What could possibly have stressed me out when I had nothing in my head but my blanket and bed?
This is weird.
Anyway my throat's feeling funny again. Let's hope I finish this before another possible attack occurs. I'm wide awake now; I'll actually have the decency of mind to panic.
Anyway, my mum and I had lunch at a jap restaurant near her workplace. The restaurant was having some sort of promotion with---
Are you ready for this?
---IKURA!!!
Salmon roe, for the *ahem* unrefined (yes, I'm being completely, utterly HYPOCRITICAL in cap letters). It's very expensive, and is my FAVOURITE-ST THINGY IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!!
So anyway, for 12 bucks, I get pure ikura, for 16 dollars I get ikura and rice in a bowl. I wanted to get the ikura with rice, but my mum decided to pay 25 buckaroos for the ikura and clam with rice (she wanted to take the clams while I had the rest of the lot).
Looking at the picture, anyone would've thought it was a normal rice bowl, worthy of 16 or 25 bucks, depending... but NOOOOOOOOOooooo...
It was a HUMONGOUS bowl, filled with rice and OH SO MUCH IKURA, with the clams forming about 2% of the entire bowl. My mum had about 2 mouthfuls. I vacuumned the rest.
Everything else paled in comparisen afterwards. I was quite sure that I wouldn't get another panic attack in the next few days.
I was really high after that. Feeling slightly nauseous, but a very very very happy girl.
I still think about it. An unforgetable experience. My gosh. The happiest day of my life.
Oh yeah, since ZJJ is out of town for 2 weeks, my father's taken over the cooking. It was initially okay, but the food kept going downhill, and nobody had the heart to tell my dad anything until after yesterday's dinner soup.
Man, I've never tasted anything like it. For good reason.
My mum says she should've kicked him out of the kitchen long ago. My food duties with my mother has officially begun.
My mum and I were also talking about my VERY pear-like figure (the really really bottom-heavy one) and I remarked that when my thighs weren't so thunderous, my face would be skeletal. She said I had a very womanly distribution, and that's why I get a lot of male attention (OKAY OKAY STOP YOUR PUKING THIS INSTANT--- AND I MEAN RIGHT NOW).
The conversation went something like (amidst laughter from both of us):
Mum:... Their genes recognise that you're a woman! It's not them, it's the GENES. Some people have the male distribution (of fat), yours is a very womanly distribution!
Me: So what? Like, I'm the ultimate woman, is it? (singlish, don't mind me) (AND STOP GAGGING)
Mum: Yah (THAT'S ENOUGH, I SWEAR)!
... okay, that's it. You all can stop choking on wind; both my mum and I understood the utter irony too, okay? That's why we were laughing. And anyway, if you puke anymore, your keyboard's going to be damaged.
The discussion went on to my mum's pear-shape but also with slight male fat distribution (she claims she's almost straight-lined), my sister's indistinguishable one (my mum said my sis was to fat for anyone to tell, and challenged me to be able to see it), the suitability of my figure in a kebaya, the slenderness required in a cheongsam and my sister's genetically small waist (I speaketh the truth; despite her obvious overweight, she still has a waist. That should tell you something)
In short, we were having girl talk with medical undertones.
Lately, I've been having tragic allergic reactions to something. Problem is, my mum and I both have no clue as to what it could be.
I'm having a dive trip for my birthday!!
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