to XXX :D

I've every intention to post this on behalf of an individual with an eventful and productive life thus far. =)

But heck, I was clearly forbidden to meddle with it, even in words. Boo!

Yes, I do envy what you've gone through ONLY because I don't have to go through it myself.

All the torture, all the sweat, all the worms...how beautiful life can be? =D

Oh, not forgetting the constant unexpected violence that you've to bear with as nothing more than a real bad joke.

lmao!

ok lah...as much as I want to elaborate more explicitly, I'll still keep my promise. :)

dilemma

A few months ago, I'd have given anything to be taken even the slightest notice by them.

And now, they finally did.

I didn't screw up anything after all. So much for the excessive worries and anxiety prior to the call :)

Undeniably an occasion to be celebrated, yes.

I mean, it would be one IF I'm informed about it a tad later, a few days maybe?

What supposedly should be a blessing turned into an inevitable HUGE dilemma.

My options are typically expectable, either

YES

or

simply NO.

How about yes now,

but no later?

Really, who are you to ascertain their true intentions?

What's with all the internal connections or links that you seemed privy to?

You questioned about equality? Oh c'mon, that's banal!

Why get so frustrated when they failed to fulfil whatever you already had in mine?

And began denouncing how terrible their policy is when just a few months ago, you literally went gaga over the offer.

Talk about sour grapes.

Title:My Repulsive Habit

I've a repulsive habit.



You know that inevitable urge that engulfs you that later prompts a desperate hunt for any snacks which subsequently leads you to yet another inevitable binge that often without fail, creates a guilty aftermath? The guilt evaporates surprisingly quick enough for everytime you begin to think of ways of vanquishing that crazy fetish, you would most probably be doing it with a chocolate bar in your hands.

The gluttony is almost like a seasonal good friend which you just can't simply ignore without causing yourself inadvertent deprivation (in this case, food). Once after its visit, you usually feel thoroughly satisfied and contented, normally with a little guiltiness throbbing hard against your psyche. After one day, when the fact that you've successfully given yourself in that urge finally sinks in, the miserable wallow begins. You'll most probably start questioning yourself for failing to resist the fatal temptation. You often get no answers. That's when you'll decide to put the blame on those helpless-looking food which you'd succumbed to in the first place. You just won't blame your fat-self for losing control over snacks or that enormous appetite of yours that allows you to devour six sate and quaffed a glass of water filled to the brim with three doughnuts on their ways to your gut. And also never would you say NO to anything that spells DESSERT i.e cakes, pastries, ice-creams and some other sinful delights.

Well, that's practically all about the repulsive habit that I had unfortunately cultivated.

Of confessions...

I hate it when I have to blog secretly i.e minimize the damn window when some one's within the perimeter.

I hate being so freakin' discreet about it when I know so well that its anonymity won't stay long.

I hate abandoning my blog for more than one day.

I hate to struggle with a new post.

I hate the thought of NOT making it public.





I hate myself for being a coward.