Saturday, December 13
[I can't take this lying down either]
Right now I just really want those freaks of nature (read: Ah Lians) to come & fucking find me when I walk down the street. A part of me is itching to get into a fight but it's overshadowed by rationality that I own, as limited as it seems.
Because you are strangers & fucking worthless to even be called human beings,
I don't give a flying fisting fuck if you haul words, decipherable & otherwise, at me or anyone that matters to me in the moment. But you do not get physical. You do fucking not touch me or anyone that matters to me in the moment.
Judge me for all you want but no finger shall lay on any inch of my damn fat, blubber-coated, brown skin.
& that's the ONLY reason I retaliated. Now that I think of it,
I SHOULD'VE SAT ON THEM & LET THEM KNOW WHAT A FATSO'S PRIDE IS LIKE.
& you know what, I've got goddamn boobs - perfectly au natural. I can even not wear a bra if I wanted to.
No wonder they're so skinny. They don't eat that much cos they can't use plates & wash them out after use. They scotch-tape sponges over their chests to convince themselves they have boobs.
I know they're bitter they didn't ace in Art when they had the chance to go to school, but that's hell not an excuse to have ugly (& paid for) tattoos on their bleached skin.
Bakeries are gonna go out of business really soon. Look at the amount of damn flour these freaks use for their faces.
So anyway, impromtu post-exams date with Ms Poccohontas was fresh. I haven't done that in like aaaaages. I am so not satisfied with the ending of Quarantine. Got the tail, but where the fuck's the head of the tale? Luckily we got a student discount at the counter or I would've demanded for a refund. & we stole some mats' seats !! \M/
I really wonder how she can find the orange pieces of the mixed nuts in the darkness of the theatre.
Thus after was BBQ @ Aqilah's current plot. Met up with the bunch.
I guess the myth I have with myself through these years added up & popped into actualization.
No one can know another too well or too little & nothing stays like always & no perception can match up to reality.
Today's one perfectly inelastic example.
rewind and click playback.
