Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

Weak Stomach

Commenting about my stomach being weak is definitely an understatement. A tiny unhygiene will spark off a series of churning in my stomach. Endless diarrhoea and vomitting will ensued. My legs will start to get wobbly after the countless visit to the toilet and a painful ass. Unfortunately, it takes more than just charcoal pills. Often than not, I will end up having to visit the doctor and get a jab. Ouch! Hurts so much when the needle poke itself into my fleshy but supple buttock. It gets abit blue-black as well.

In fact, I just got recovered from a food poisioning just yesterday. It took me 1.5 days to get fully recovered. But the weird feeling still persists and I am abstaining from food that is coconut based. Though nasi lemak and laska are usually the top offenders, this time I was done in by chicken rice.

I wish I had a stronger stomach to devour more delicacies.