S-O-S

This week, I was forced to think about my favourite and only ex-bf because I re-organised my room out of sheer boredom. It's a habit of mine to keep all happy as well as depressing events recorded and filed away tangibly. I came across journals, movie stubs, little trinkets, pieces of paper, drawings, paper boats, exam papers with squiggles.. and among the weirder stuff - doa untuk tidak lapar!

Here's a story: I complained a whole lot about my weight when i was with Abdar because i didn't want us to look like a "number 10" couple. So my darling then-bf tried to help me by sourcing out for the easiest and most creative method to lose weight... he searched and found that doa... wrote it super nicely for me on paper and presented it to me very happily, thinking he's such a smartie. When i first saw it, i didn't know whether to slap him (for insulting me) or just marry him there and then. Good times. Happy days.

Truthfully, it's pretty self-destructing to document everything. Because reliving something that will never happen again is like tempting despair to come lick your toes before swallowing you whole... especially when you're teetering between helium happy and well, dead fucked.

Thanks to Idham, who traumatised me... i cannot sleep thinking about how fat I am. I just did dips and twist'n'shaped my nuggets away. If one day, you see me walking down the street looking less tofu-ish and more like half-a-tofu, it's all thanks to Ham and his incessant "fatfatfat". Remind me again why we're friends! Oh that's right... i get on ultra well with bastards :)

On a very annoyed note: My mouth is getting filthier by the minute. Been cursing like a sailor on strike. What. The. Hell.