after giving me a huge suprise over the last expired milk i've dranked, mr. diarrhea decided to pay me another visit this morning. thinking back, i had another gulp of milk before i headed off to work today. but, surely that wasn't expired to my memory. probably its that creamy coffee i had in the morning? hmm, signs showing that i'm starting to gain lactose intolerant. as far as i know, this disease is inherited. puzzles me, as i've been crown as "gu leng too" (milk pig, or pig milk. doesn't make any sense i know) ever since i was a toddler.
whatever it is, it sure feels horrible, not being able to eat lunch when it feels like a blender in there. didn't began to eat until i have that heavenly assplosion which i was awaiting for. shall spare the details on the green-apple splatters aye.
took a short nap at the lounge later on, trying to let my body recuperate. noticed this guy who was sleeping as well, but couldn't be bothered much. i noticed him gone after waking up after 30 mins, headed back to sleep. three-quarter of an hour later, he was back with his lunch. and i was prepared to leave, he went dozing off again after downing his meal. that makes his "lunch" time according to my estimation: 2 hours.
mine is usually 1 hour. and my pay is at least half of his. i'm jealous now.