6. Inside

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She could feel the resentment poisoning her thoughts.

If she admitted it, resentment was more dangerous than hatred - the former tucks itself away in the recess of your soul, much like a dormant volcano.

She smiled at a passing acquaintance. It was more like a reluctant stretch of the lips, but the other person didn't seem to realise.

Of course not, she thought scornfully. And as if he would give a fuck if he did.

She continued walking, counting the tiles in her head to block everything else out.

2:

She thought that her friend was rather quiet today. Possibly worrying about nothing important which will soon be unburdened on her. A silver of resentment crept into that thought.

Somebody walked past them and smiled at them.

For fuck, she scowled internally.

Her friend too, smiled back.

Of course, she thought scathingly. So popular.

They continued walking in the seemingly companionable silence.

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5. Contentment

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Cheers darlin'
You gave me three cigarettes to smoke my tears away

And I die when you mention his name

What am I darlin'?
A whisper in your ear?

Feel like writing something poignant but I can't quite muster the emotions.

Fat meter

Last time my friends were talking about armpit fats and from there, devised a way to measure fatness.

First, put your arm by the side of your body. Look closely at your armpit fats (the part where the armpit and the body meets).

You know what, let me draw it out.


There. The circled part. There are 3 levels:

1. V
This is normal. Just one fold of flesh.

2. W
The second level. The excess fats create another fold, so it looks like a "W" now.

3. M
Now you're thinking, what's the difference between "W" and "M"? M does not represent the the folds visually. It stands for "Mustard". Why?

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Last Night II

After that dream ended I had another one. In it I actually had a husband. Except he was crazy and abusive and I was running away from him but in the end he caught me in Ngee Ann Poly's canteen and dragged me away from the 2 guys I was hiding behind.

Ok end of story bye.

Last Night

Hello. I am going to start a new segment here called "Last Night" to keep track of my dreams because I have them EVERY night.

So last night I dreamt that everybody was getting married and I wanted to get married too so I asked this cute boy from my school (let's call him QH- Quasi Husband) and he said "ok".

I was like yay yay yay but then he didn't turn up on the wedding day (which was a mass wedding day cause everybody was getting married remember) and I was rushing through throngs of people looking for him.

And then suddenly this guy turned up and said QH doesn't want to marry me after all and as compensation my friends and I could have as many Gong Chas as we want on him so I was like "ok".

I think my brain is trying to tell me that I will be forever alone and also grow fat and die.

Wait what

Ok shit people actually got to my blog when they search "eat cum" in search engines. Wtf? I don't want people who eat cum here!!!!

Although cum is very nutritional - apparently it has protein.

Still. Go away, cum eaters!!!

Bloop bloop

Speaking of chicken, I have new lyrics.

You are the chicken in my pot pie / More precious than apples of eyes

You are the chicken to my rice / More precious than a farmer's rye

y u no hire me as lyricist?!

Mysteries in the universe

Of course there are a lot of things out there I cannot possibly comprehend, like the working of atoms and particles and whatnot.

Yet there is one thing more puzzling than the rest - fat people complaining they are fat in between mouthfuls of fried chicken.

Hello?!

If you want people to sympathize you should at least eat your fried chicken discreetly.