*warning: a bit gross*
A few weeks back I realized that my digestive system is not as adventurous as I thought it would be. Singapore is a sweet niche for all sorts of dishes. The food is as varied as the different cultures that resides in this little red dot in Asia.
During lunch breaks I usually eat together with my Filipino officemates, and the nearest food court in our office caters all sorts of Asian and Western dishes. One of my friend, always orders this handmade noddle soup which really looks good, especially when it’s still simmering hot and with the weather dropping , it would just make you want to have some.
So one rainy afternoon, I went into that noodle stall and chose from the variety of handmade noodle soups they offer. I ordered a seafood combi, whose various ingredients I couldn’t tell one from the other. I thought it’s the best way to counter the rainy weather. Cold rain on the outside calls for some hot soup to warm you up, right? Right! Or so I thought.
About two hours after, I started feeling a little skirmish going on inside my stomach. I did the deed, but the feeling went from discomfort to pain and later on to hell. I though of just burping it out thinking it was just gas, but that didn’t help either. When I look at myself in the mirror, I was starting to get a little pale. And sure enough before I even went back to my desk, I couldn’t stop vomiting. I felt like I’ve been inside the comfort room for days. And you know that feeling where you’re vomiting but there’s nothing more inside? It’s really painful!
