Nothing special.
I guess too much fat isn’t good after all.
My family and I went to our family friend’s house to have a small gathering. Nothing special in particular. Just a simple dinner. And to my surprise, there was a HUGE lechon on the table awaiting its very hungry visitors. I have not eaten any lechon or any lechon dish since March, and I have been craving for it. And last night, I got the chance to enjoy a free feast. I ate like a pig – which kinda scared me – because I was eating a pig.
I suffered from a terrible headache afterwards. IT was a searing, pinching, painful headache. I guess it was from eating too much fatty food. We arrived home at around 12am, and the headache just continued to get worse. I wasn’t able to sleep properly, and at around 3am the headache was at its worst. I went out of my room, walking around the kitchen trying to look for any medicine, but there wasn’t any. I tried opening my parents’ room but it was locked from the inside. I finally gave up and went back to my room and kept praying and praying that the headache will disappear, which eventually did, after an hour or so, and after that I just realized that it was already 12 noon, and the headache is gone.
Recently turned 19, I am an International Baccalaureate slave, a Roman Catholic, now of legal age to vote, to drink alcohol, to drive, to marry, to smoke, and to f*** around. I am manufactured in the Philippines but currently utilized in Singapore. I am the thick-skinned, ingrate bastard who dumped the Government in exchange for a $100,000 two-year private scholarship. Most people in the Philippines call me Row, as a result of a passed down genetic trait that triggers laziness. Actually, my nickname is Anju, which I am really really not so fond of. But I am fortunate enough not to suffer from the ubiquitous Filipino frenzy of naming nicknames with letter 'h's sandwiched between other letters, e.g. Jhong, Jhing, Bhong, or Bhing, and from the usual repetition of the same syllables - usually created by the whole extended family giggling in delight as one utters his or her baby cry while shitting unconsciously and secretively on the lampin, inside the duyan - resulting in stuttering names like Ton-ton, Ping-Ping, Bam-bam, Ging-ging and Don-don.
I am currently having the time of my life.