Chapter 1: Jaundice
"hey.. did you check out that cool episode of Pokemon on saturday... Ash was so marvelous!?! and Pikachu cute as usual!!!..."
"yeah twas' awesome!!"
**
I pulled the bench out from under the table and sat down to eat. There before - on my platter - a mix of char siew and deep fried chicken fritters, covered with prolly a 1 cm thick coating of dark, black sauce. This might have been enough to send the cholesterol level of any grown man to overdrive. But I was as thin as an aboriginy. I was already reaching ten and no more than a skeleton with bones and a pair of judicious eyes popping out the front of my disproportionately oversized head. Thus I didn't care. I was willing to do anything just to put on some meat/fat/muscle/whatever. Even if it meant eating what gave the possibility of a stroke to others.
But that was not what I was thinking about now.
**
My closest friend, Goh Mia Hiang, grabbed his own bench as sat across me. Mia Hiang, a colossal and sturdy guy. He wasn't the best of intellectuals, but hey - to make it to the d'div. rugby team at only P4 was quite a feat. His plate too stockpiled high with prolly double the amount of fat and oil I had on mine. But he needed the fat for his cca. Mia Hiang, the guy whom when I pulled his chair out from under him fell so hard on the floor had a richter scale been there it'd had exploded. The most comical thing was he then turned around and cursed the new transfer nerd student from Taiwan. He didn't know it was me and would have most likely ruled out that possibility cos' of our closeness. The guy, tired of always taking the blame, just continued on with his huge assessment book of math. Eyuk. Geek. But Mia Hiang hitting the floor... I could barely control myself from breaking out in fits of laughter everytime I thought of the incident later that day - even if it made me feel guilty.
But no, right now I was not thinking about that too.
Right now all my mind pondered about and all my ears picked up was the exciting chatter of voices at the diagonally opposite table.
"yeah twas' awesome!!"
**
I pulled the bench out from under the table and sat down to eat. There before - on my platter - a mix of char siew and deep fried chicken fritters, covered with prolly a 1 cm thick coating of dark, black sauce. This might have been enough to send the cholesterol level of any grown man to overdrive. But I was as thin as an aboriginy. I was already reaching ten and no more than a skeleton with bones and a pair of judicious eyes popping out the front of my disproportionately oversized head. Thus I didn't care. I was willing to do anything just to put on some meat/fat/muscle/whatever. Even if it meant eating what gave the possibility of a stroke to others.
But that was not what I was thinking about now.
**
My closest friend, Goh Mia Hiang, grabbed his own bench as sat across me. Mia Hiang, a colossal and sturdy guy. He wasn't the best of intellectuals, but hey - to make it to the d'div. rugby team at only P4 was quite a feat. His plate too stockpiled high with prolly double the amount of fat and oil I had on mine. But he needed the fat for his cca. Mia Hiang, the guy whom when I pulled his chair out from under him fell so hard on the floor had a richter scale been there it'd had exploded. The most comical thing was he then turned around and cursed the new transfer nerd student from Taiwan. He didn't know it was me and would have most likely ruled out that possibility cos' of our closeness. The guy, tired of always taking the blame, just continued on with his huge assessment book of math. Eyuk. Geek. But Mia Hiang hitting the floor... I could barely control myself from breaking out in fits of laughter everytime I thought of the incident later that day - even if it made me feel guilty.
But no, right now I was not thinking about that too.
Right now all my mind pondered about and all my ears picked up was the exciting chatter of voices at the diagonally opposite table.
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