Feasting

My gorging has become indiscriminate, ever since I entered army. Every trip back in and out from the place raises my rapacity. There is this craving to fill myself up. i dunno how to express it aptly but i surmise its like the feeling when u wan something to be shoved up the anal walls.

Went to Seoul garden with my close buddies today. Outside food has became extremely delectable. We circled the belts of restaurants like drooling bald vultures for several rounds before swooping down to seoul garden for our meal. In the evening, I went to china teahouse with my family for an a la carte gorging session. Had several opulent courses ranging from stacks of tim sums to the commonplace shark fins, abalone and friends and finished off, 3 different kinds of desserts. Prodigious!

The massive fishes my family ordered, much to the consternation of the staff, were clearly intended to feed more than our numbers. Fortunately, it was so unconscionably tasty that we picked its leviathan carcass clean of flesh using only chopsticks and an uninterrupted supply of clean plates. Having worked in the f n b industry for a while and being deprived of good food for a longer while, I was overwhelmed with gratitude as I savoured every dish. I knew the shitty feeling of standing beside the customer, acting obsequious, smiling pretentiously and the servile task of clearing the dishes. Maybe I'm a pisspoor employee that's why I worked at Edo ha.

Back at home I would be served epicurean dinners of many assorted dishes and snacks and fruits. My house's refrigerator is like a magician's closet. I can never finish the things in it. My mum will say "Winston, there's ice-cream inside!" "There's yoghurt in the lower compartment" Of course, this cornucopia doesn't come without its risks: My stomach will then begin to bulge. I spent one excruciating day trying to convince my innards not to give in but they refuse to budge. Everything looks so good, tastes so great that it's hard to resist gorging myself, health n figure be damned.