Lunch-time heals all wounds.
posted by jeut @ 11:17 PM
7 comments
jeut
This is not fiction.
Friday, May 12, 2006
About Me
- Name: jeut
I assure you this is not fiction. Jeut is what you would see if you opened the top of my head and looked inside.
Background
- How it Happened - Part I
- How it Happened - Part II
- Reality Television
- When worlds collide...
- Gym
- Electronic Time Capsules
If you're new here, these few entries will help you understand Jeut and his story a little better.
Previous Posts
- Band-Aid for Self Esteem
- Gym
- When worlds collide...
- Happiest day I've had in weeks.
- How it happened - Part II
- How it happened - Part I
- Abortion humour isn't always appropriate.
- Practice makes perfect... Right?
- Say What?
- I wish time wasn't on my side
7 Comments:
The way to a man's broken heart is through his stomach.
:)
easy peasy! What you need to do is find a way to eat ...while sleeping!!
Yum, lunch! Yes, looks like noodles. From a Jap place more than laksa/Malay/Chinese.
Is that the difference between a heartbroken guy and a heartbroken girl perhaps. Because I certainly can't even eat in such situations.
One time, I went without eating (and sleeping) at all for 3 days and then barely ate anything for the following week.
Jackt: Mmm. Ramen is good!
Chicky: Haha, indeed!
Gav: Well... I wasn't being specific in the illustration. Usually I have stewed pork meal (Koh) but that's a bit hard to draw, so yeah, I drew my second favourite - Laksa. The spicier, the better. ;-)
M: Hahaha. Cheers. I'll keep that in mind. ;-) Perhaps intravenously?
Jen: To be honest, I am the same. During the 2-week breakup I lost 5kg from lack of sleeping/eating. Now that we're broken up, however, I find that lunchtime is one of the few times of day when I get my mind off things.
Yes.
I had no dinner today. A terrible habit. We have to make light of darkness though. I know you know what i'm saying...At least, I feel better thinking I think you do.
Hey Winters, I sure do.
I always find the physical-emotional connection rather interesting. The brain says, "Oi, dipshit, eat something or you'll make yourself sick"... but sometimes you just can't...
So that's why I eat my way out of my jeans every time I get dumped... It's self preservation!
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