Stomach on Revolt

My stomach is still upset. The headache from the alcohol has gone but my tummy feels like it’s been punched from the inside, thrown on a dirt road, kicked several times, and run over by a bulldozer; and now it’s trying to heal its wounds and bruises. It couldn’t be food poisoning because there is none of those throwing up drama and diarrhoea runs. The last time I had a serious case of that was half a year ago back home in Manila ON CHRISTMAS DAY! What a holiday that was… such irony too for it’s that time of the year when everybody enjoys sumptuous meals and I had to pace it down for a week or so. Bummer. The only consolation I got was the shedding off of a few kilos.

Anyway, I digress.

This time, my stomach revolt is not that severe. Two of our very good friends are moving up to Canberra soon, and it’s also a coincidence that my former flatmate is down from Canberra for the weekend. So, we all got together and went to Thaila Thai for dinner and for catching up. Thaila Thai is quite a popular Thai restaurant not only because it is reasonably priced but also because of the yummy curries and mixed satays it has. Now, except for my former flatmate Tim whose chilli tolerance level is pretty low compared to us but relatively better compared to most Aussies, we were all Asians who have a natural penchant for really spicy stuff. But somehow that time, the food came out tasting like they have been marinated for a week in incredulously mind-blowing spice! But not to worry, after all we were pretty confident of our gastric juices’ capability to break down these fiery things. Or so I thought...! Not yet content, I also had a fair amount of Riesling. Good wine is always irresistible and it would be a shame to leave it to waste. The guys would be driving, giving us girls more excuse to finish off the bottle. However, now I wonder if pairing wine with spicy food works. To me, it somehow intensifies the burning sensation in the pit of one’s stomach. Then again to contradict myself, Riesling is on the sweeter side, and should be a better complement to spicy food than would other types of wine. Well! Whatever the answer is, I think I had way too much hot stuff and way too much to drink. Whether the combination is good or not, I would probably have ended up like this anyway.

Excessive indulgence is not a good thing. One go at it begets a week-long agony. Awww! Please nurse my stomach back to health.

If I Were A Butterfly...

If I were a butterfly, I would race across a field of irises, lose myself in its vastness, and envelope myself in the fragrance of our earth. I would wait for twilight to break, when the first ray of sunlight kisses my wings, and I will bask in that glorious gift streaming from the heavens. There would be a sweet languor in the air and I will let the breeze flutter me where it wills. To my butterfly eyes, the field would be endless, only the beauty and grace of the blooms to my sight. To that field of irises I would whisper away my thoughts and sentiments... and they will be kept in the earth's bosom forever.